Jenny Lewis Saved My Virginity
NeutralIn fact, I've been doing some essay-work about the crazy rollercoaster ride that was this academic year, and the first title that came to mind was the above statement.
So here's to Jenny Lewis! My hymen thanks you.
~lizzysunshine77
she's a 20th Century FawkesNewest
Universal Wish TimeWishing- It’s like missing but passive. 11:11- our time except, as the clock strikes again tonight I am the only one to notice. Alone to wonder where you’ve gone. So far away yet so damn close- To being almost perfect. I wish you weren’t just a figment of my heart’s untamed imagination. I wish my love for you was nothing more than a four-letter-word.Universal Wish Time
I wish your lips and fingerprints never crossed paths with the depths of my body I wish you were nothing more to my eyes then one passing stranger
Yet every night, it never fails-
by ~lizzysunshine77
Epilogue To AnarchistMy Anarchist held me in his arms one summer afternoon And told me the harrowing tales of his butchered ancestors While baby’s breath submerged my face in airborne blissEpilogue To Anarchist
And his calloused fingers, worn and white, explored me from the outside Inwards.
He had been away for far too long
The boy that kept my cold heart beating
When it was nary a degree outside. He, my boozy, blazing Byronic Hero I, his lightweight, his pillowcase, his muse.
Together at last, as we faced forever With gritted teeth; tomorrow ain’t so bad they say. But tomorrow’ll be different
by ~lizzysunshine77
Conversation PieceThe skinny man on the park bench took another drag of his herbal cigarette, and chuckled to himself, as people who are conscious of their smoking habits often do. You can always tell when one is smoking for superficial reasons instead of just sad, animalistic need. You learn these things eventually around New York City. He passed the stinking stick under my nose and asked me if I wanted to take a puff. The nicest thing a civilian has done to me all these years. I wrinkled my nose at the smoldering roll of paper, but I nodded and took it between my index and middle fingers. When a person inhales, it’s like turningConversation Piece
by ~lizzysunshine77
Lady K To BabylonI have yet to fool with pills But I am not opposed to sin To face death with its many ills A Cheshire Cat, its mighty grin Has thrown me with the ner-do-wells And I am slowly sinking in.Lady K To Babylon
To Babylon! To Babylon!
By bus by train by mescaline
Tell me sir, what is this highway I am on? There is no road ma’am; this is but a dream.
You are mistaken sir, for this dirt I am upon Is all that I have touched and seen.
They call me Lady Kerouac Atop my steed of graying white
My cape of lies behind my back I have yet to set my people right. &n
by ~lizzysunshine77
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DeceptionBury me, oh counterweights of Cupid! Take this heart from my chest And burn its ache away. I crave not the lust of adolescence,Deception
But the physical pleasure of adulthood.
Yes spurting confusion is a symptom Of the disease that plagues my fingers And toes and makes me wild within. If I wail my distaste, would the FDA Hear my plea and stir up the medicine I need?
So God intended suffrage in place of sleep. Can I protest? Or are petitions not allowed? Sorry, officer. Thought this was public property. This house has never been off-limits before, At lea
by ~random-kumquats
Red Balloonsby =xcorvus
FeuersturmThe Blitz has gotten a hold of me, baby. Everything goes away so fast - even you, and your thoughts of me, and your memories, and the flowers I picked for you yesterday. They've all slipped away, gone up into the flames, into the storm. But still I go out into the roaring winds, into the lurid glow of the fire, to feel the ashes of our past burn against my skin, and as I close my eyes, let the maelstrom whip around me, I think of you.Feuersturm
For you, I'd take the fall, And I know you'd love me -- you'd truly, truly lov
by ~thespanadian
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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
(Robert Frost - The Road Not Taken)
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