changemost of all myself
i'm writing a lot more than i have been
warmest wishes to you all,
jensen
=Barnaby
Jensen WilderNewest
anthropophagy.anthropophagy
It waits where it has slept forever, A need that goes without answer.
And though it whispers of cordial compassion, I know it means to unmake me.
Instead,
it haunts me with frayed wrists, the vision of eyes rolled back in the skull, a birdcage for a chest
and a bird, still as death, unsinging.
.
by =Barnaby
male imperative.male imperative
“Friend you’ve got to remember to forget her! You know full well that most women are only short-term soul mates. Besides that last one had your heart in a headlock and your libido in retreat!” Fritz was a master of the ‘knocked down get up and get over it’ philosophy.
“Why don’t you come with me, to Paris - shake off this sadness and pick up something to roll between the sheets with?” He was also a master of bending people to his plans. You could fault his effort and I can’t admit that they didn’t resonate with my recovering libido.
by =Barnaby
Now<Now
Watching a girl make eyes at me brings the understanding that I will always fall in love too quickly.
The thought sends me hurtling toward a future, where I learn to love a stranger as I love you now.
by =Barnaby
Stalemate>Stalemate
the heart is not a peace treaty.
and, making your way from love, you are always a casualty. only given leave enough to heal.
front line shifting you can go on gaining medal and scar half your life,
never seeming to note that all you fight to gain is that few extra feet of soil.
no, victory is always coloured with the blue of distance.
or else it lies, where a stray bullet found purchase.
by =Barnaby
Favourites
P.E LessonsDrizzle hits the tarmac as blue goose pimpled legs peek out of nylon atrocities. No brand trainers bring more ridicule. The fast heartbeat , the vain prayer ‘Lord please don’t let me be picked last again’ . Time spent running after a ball I failed to catch, some sort of metaphor there I’m sure. Being the weird kid everyone hates is magnified on battlefield of the playing fields. Like a new born foal, I flail. Clumsy adolescent legs tripping over a hockey stick. Giggles of the popular ones echo after a failed tackle.P.E Lessons
I want a sick note.
by ~melloncollieclo
Watchers
~MargauxMartine
~melloncollieclo
~ottersandsky
=PoisonGirl-sts
=screamandsugar
~themagicmouse
~lpowell
~Kloudstreet
~The-Wonderer
~MissZinfandel
~SouravOnline
~mirrorsEverywhere
`Amberlouie
~albino-pie
=yourpleasantdarkness
!Monique17
~flyingsporkmaster
~augustreverie
~toadbone
~xDarkLight31x
~whatsinanamexx
~Cinot55
~livingcomforteagle
~InnocenceDivine
~Demeterchansonderien
~wu-wei
~Das-Orelose
*burnttongue
~kitaykitay
~AEDDrummerG
Twitter is a free social messaging utility for staying connected in real-time.
JavaScript is required for this module to display correctly.
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Liverpool, England
- Interests: Writing, Philosophy, Reading, Art, Film, Music
- Favourite artist: Dali, Chagall
- Favourite poet or writer: Philip Larkin/Henry Miller/Hart Crane
- MP3 player of choice: iPod Touch
- Shell of choice: My Ego
- Skin of choice: Someone else's
- Favourite game: Bedroom games
- Favourite gaming platform: A bed
- Tools of the Trade: Books, pens and cold dead words
- Email: jensenwilder@gmail.com
- MSN: talktojensen@hotmail.com
Friends
=afterchain
*amir-malka
!inebriate
~pirifool
~barnabus
~ninahugo
~chasingxaimee
~preta
~vodkaveins
~Baruni-kun
~meggcup
~thetwilight
~moon
=DysphoriasHands
~chronikdissidence
=pavillion
!somedrunkblackspoon
=kaujot
`imperfect
~Flying-object
~Ceedaine
~J-Mac
!vivus
~MadeOfMakeBelieve
~breathheld
~seldomseenthinker
~azianinvazion
~dubbilex
!jesusbite
~animalchin8
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
—Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
--
--
I hope you are feeling better.... However, illness seems to have sparked some poetic gems.
Look forward to catching up again soon.
i am feeling much, much better - i can think clearly now - have just discovered a new poet - but i will share him with you when i can point at lines and we can marvel together
we shall catch up, and then some, soon enough - so take care and here's hoping the muse is with you as well
--
"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
—Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
Previous Page12345...Next Page