Fuck You- 5

all who play games with people's minds just to get to know how far they can go.

Things to Never Think About- 2

Life without tumblr

Things to Never Think About- 1

فردی مرکوری بدون سیبیل

Internal Monologues- 5

به خدا قسم که تمامی "حالا وقت هست، می بینم همو باز" ها مرا می ترسانند

Disturbed Couples- 30

I know but I don't care if she's fuckin' other people coz well we're sort of in an open relationship... which is to say I love her... but she doesn't give a fuck... well she doesn't even know... 

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Open your heart, he once said.

Inattentive I poised my reactions. 

I change the subject.

Open up, insisted he.

I stared at him with dull impassive eyes, 

like those of a baby's; gray and newly born.

With a sick desperation at the bottom of my glare I fixed my look upon him. 

I didn't say a word for I thought the look was clear enough: 

Please don't make me do this,

Please... OK... yes...  fine,

you asked for it, 

you brought this on yourself.

I'm not warning you again.

Not a single word was uttered and so I opened up. 

Thereafter, there was only stench and stinks and gruesome slimy muck and misery.

And there was us

Swimming around in it all, 

all in desperation.     

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You are restless black tea,
swimming in a teacup,
of a breakfast in bed,
waiting for sheets;
freshly clean and white on mattress,
to recklessly tip over.

Poetry Selection- 9

In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd ;

Petals on a wet, black bough.

— Ezra Pound