About Me
There are parts of my mind unknown to me
age: 36 (Jun 14, 1975)
MEMBER SINCE: September 2006
occupation: Mental Health Nurse
into: Books Records Heapscool Camping Writing Making bookshelves Reading (sometimes) Fun
most humbling moment: Don't remember
crush: sounds
makes me happy: dancing, socialising with people i like, trees, silencing the inner critic
body mods: None
BLOGS
Spiralling into unselfish passion
Lovers embrace eternal deisres
Enslaved by her every word
Haunted nightly by the ghost of this love.
A crack in the sky reveals stars at night
Curls of smoke rise to a high ceiling
The light illuminates a passage of flesh
I welcome wakeful nights
Fighting fits of possessiveness.
Caught in a web of memory
Replaying scenes of blissful moments
Wishing for resolution of a torn mind
Placing hope in the hands of ancient texts
Passing time in the habit of a drunkard.
I fall through dreams of white skin
Wrapped around me like a soft mist
Falling into waiting lips
And waking with an emptyness
Thinking that she won't be back.
Obsessed with reproductive flesh
The preoccupation of the ages captures us
Innocence is a veil for unmade love
We join with the intention of conversation
And leave with unknown pleasures.
Evening light blinds me by the hour
Songs blend in musical memory
Words reflect a thousand feelings
Instruct me along a thousand lines
And ignite hope in a desperate mind.
Flaming hearts beating loud
I take her hand in madness
Kiss her red stained lips
With a love that will not die.
Lovers embrace eternal deisres
Enslaved by her every word
Haunted nightly by the ghost of this love.
A crack in the sky reveals stars at night
Curls of smoke rise to a high ceiling
The light illuminates a passage of flesh
I welcome wakeful nights
Fighting fits of possessiveness.
Caught in a web of memory
Replaying scenes of blissful moments
Wishing for resolution of a torn mind
Placing hope in the hands of ancient texts
Passing time in the habit of a drunkard.
I fall through dreams of white skin
Wrapped around me like a soft mist
Falling into waiting lips
And waking with an emptyness
Thinking that she won't be back.
Obsessed with reproductive flesh
The preoccupation of the ages captures us
Innocence is a veil for unmade love
We join with the intention of conversation
And leave with unknown pleasures.
Evening light blinds me by the hour
Songs blend in musical memory
Words reflect a thousand feelings
Instruct me along a thousand lines
And ignite hope in a desperate mind.
Flaming hearts beating loud
I take her hand in madness
Kiss her red stained lips
With a love that will not die.
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