Something new, something old; something finished, something yet untold

Am going to be very teenage and post up lyrics: of an ancient song I first heard when I saw The Royal Tenenbaums as a teenager. Don’t remember much about the movie itself (twee and quirky like all Wes Anderson films) but the soundtrack is smashing and has stayed with me every since. Especially this:

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Autumn/Winter

Started writing a diary by pen again because, well, some things are truly private. It’s much easier to type though. Which is why I’m writing here again. My hand feels like cramping after half an hour of non-stop writing/sketching.

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Melodrama

A Post-Fairy Tale

Blood and sugar

Spiked the hunger,

And hunger blossomed

Into a fever.

The slow treacly burn

Of basic desire.

 

And soon it was dark.

And then it was darkest.

And then it was darker.

 

Black and purple and green and blue

Deep red welts and a faded bruise.

 

Darling,

Give me your fists will you

So I could stay its pummeling –

If just for this moment

 

But you say –

Sugar

Give me your lips will ya

So I could kiss you back

Back

Into breathing.

 

Never quite got the hang of writing poetry. Despite my love for the genre, I’m a prose person all the way through. (I think because poetry requires not only a sense of musicality, but also a passion for truth, which I don’t have)

But sometimes I do make occasional, brave forays into the land of verse. And ah, there’s nothing like bad poetry to lift the spirits on an autumn morning, eh?