Galaxies look like milk i spilt on the lino
ethereal,
it's true;
Nut's body was is freckled with Taraxacums and gaiety.
She tells me it's like design,
tells me that, even though my cavity chest is full
of empty space held steadfast by stardust,
that it's all God's volition, that it's all art.
she tells me that numbers/words are the window to the soul,
that I should write about emptiness and glitter and detritus in the waves happiness
And I Will Never Find That Road by SophisticatedCleffa, literature
Literature
And I Will Never Find That Road
The first time I saw you was on the Ocean’s edge,
At the end of the world, or at least what you
Thought it was because your parents were gypsies,
and you didn't get taught geography or courtesy;
Your parents were gypsies, and I loved them so much.
The sea was dark that day, the skies had opened,
It was grey on grey, and that's funny, because my
Da used to call us that when we met him at the camp. I
never told you what he did because you loved my parents.
You were stood at the edge of the pier,
You were staring out at infinity,
You were looking out at the horizon and you didn't
Give a damn abo
When God Paints Outside The Lines by SophisticatedCleffa, literature
Literature
When God Paints Outside The Lines
Boys go blue at the edges,
Go purple and pink and palatinate.
Nut stretches out across the night sky and she shows
The way back to St. Petersburg, back to the warm hands
Of St. Jude.
Tree leaves blur together like
cracked glasses and old toffee,
Birds fly backwards into the sun
And coffee goes blank,
goes from black toothache to condensed milk
in half a turn of the lotto wheel.
And it's the perks of being a poet,
The perks of turning around and screaming your
Song like watercolour tattoos and chipped laquer,
It's Clark Gable himself telling you to stop loving
Here lies your heart;
Here it lies when your
Body’s turned to rubble,
When the heavens open
And the lands subside.
Here lies your heart
When the world is but
And empty bubble,
When all the rest
Have gone and died.
Here lies your heart
When you’re ever forgotten,
Or when they remember
You still;
Here lies your heart,
Near the great blue sky;
Your heart is here,
And here it doth lie.
I don’t grow in salt water.
The galaxy’s a sea and I’m
Floating in between; Gaps
Between the molecules of
Sulphur trioxide, the space
In-between his lungs. It’s a sea,
And I’m a coconut, and I’m a
Ball from Stornoway’s football
Field, and I’m rolling heads,
And I’m a coconut.
And I don’t grow in salt water.
Sal et Denarios by SophisticatedCleffa, literature
Literature
Sal et Denarios
I cry salt crystals on Tuesdays,
But I am not the Ocean.
Mondays spent facing the wind by
Blackpool’s neon signs. A handful
Of Ha’pennies, half a brick of peanut
Brittle, and him, the Ocean, he tags
Along to sting my eyes and stream
My sinus aches.
Wednesdays, and I am not the Ocean.
Half pints of Dettol and trying to
Forget the time lost on Monday.
If I am the Sea.
If I am the Sea then
Who’s the sky, who’s the stars?
If I am the Sea then I am
Capricious, then I am
To beckon for your secrets.
Then I am to tell my secrets to you.
It’s been months rolling and crashing,
And drowning. It’s been years out here
In the ice and they’re through. They’re
Through and now I’m the misted meadows,
And I’m mist in mouthfuls and metres.
If you are the sky,
Where did my horizon lie?
Where did my it lie
When I was the sea?
Bottles Of Brown Glass by SophisticatedCleffa, literature
Literature
Bottles Of Brown Glass
The warning label reads as so:
“Warning, side effects may include 2AM breakdowns,
Questions about the higher powers, and
Inconsolable love of misery”.
You drink it anyway,
The headache proves not to be worth it.
Maintenance Is Higher This Quarter by SophisticatedCleffa, literature
Literature
Maintenance Is Higher This Quarter
I.
I'm a cog in this
Infinite Hierarchy clockwork we've worked up.
I can't S t r e t c h
Past my limits because the machine
Will break and it's not fair to affect anyone else.
I don't need replacing
I just need to keep turning
Keep circling the point
II.
I've got to keep on running up that hill,
Got to validate everything I've seen in the last year,
Got to go up this hill to get signal
And maybe phone my friends back.
Maybe got to write off
fucking please write off
This insurance policy of mine
Before it crashes.
III.
It shouldn't go up 14 percent
In three months but
Ch
Galaxies look like milk i spilt on the lino
ethereal,
it's true;
Nut's body was is freckled with Taraxacums and gaiety.
She tells me it's like design,
tells me that, even though my cavity chest is full
of empty space held steadfast by stardust,
that it's all God's volition, that it's all art.
she tells me that numbers/words are the window to the soul,
that I should write about emptiness and glitter and detritus in the waves happiness
And I Will Never Find That Road by SophisticatedCleffa, literature
Literature
And I Will Never Find That Road
The first time I saw you was on the Ocean’s edge,
At the end of the world, or at least what you
Thought it was because your parents were gypsies,
and you didn't get taught geography or courtesy;
Your parents were gypsies, and I loved them so much.
The sea was dark that day, the skies had opened,
It was grey on grey, and that's funny, because my
Da used to call us that when we met him at the camp. I
never told you what he did because you loved my parents.
You were stood at the edge of the pier,
You were staring out at infinity,
You were looking out at the horizon and you didn't
Give a damn abo
When God Paints Outside The Lines by SophisticatedCleffa, literature
Literature
When God Paints Outside The Lines
Boys go blue at the edges,
Go purple and pink and palatinate.
Nut stretches out across the night sky and she shows
The way back to St. Petersburg, back to the warm hands
Of St. Jude.
Tree leaves blur together like
cracked glasses and old toffee,
Birds fly backwards into the sun
And coffee goes blank,
goes from black toothache to condensed milk
in half a turn of the lotto wheel.
And it's the perks of being a poet,
The perks of turning around and screaming your
Song like watercolour tattoos and chipped laquer,
It's Clark Gable himself telling you to stop loving
Here lies your heart;
Here it lies when your
Body’s turned to rubble,
When the heavens open
And the lands subside.
Here lies your heart
When the world is but
And empty bubble,
When all the rest
Have gone and died.
Here lies your heart
When you’re ever forgotten,
Or when they remember
You still;
Here lies your heart,
Near the great blue sky;
Your heart is here,
And here it doth lie.
I don’t grow in salt water.
The galaxy’s a sea and I’m
Floating in between; Gaps
Between the molecules of
Sulphur trioxide, the space
In-between his lungs. It’s a sea,
And I’m a coconut, and I’m a
Ball from Stornoway’s football
Field, and I’m rolling heads,
And I’m a coconut.
And I don’t grow in salt water.
Sal et Denarios by SophisticatedCleffa, literature
Literature
Sal et Denarios
I cry salt crystals on Tuesdays,
But I am not the Ocean.
Mondays spent facing the wind by
Blackpool’s neon signs. A handful
Of Ha’pennies, half a brick of peanut
Brittle, and him, the Ocean, he tags
Along to sting my eyes and stream
My sinus aches.
Wednesdays, and I am not the Ocean.
Half pints of Dettol and trying to
Forget the time lost on Monday.
If I am the Sea.
If I am the Sea then
Who’s the sky, who’s the stars?
If I am the Sea then I am
Capricious, then I am
To beckon for your secrets.
Then I am to tell my secrets to you.
It’s been months rolling and crashing,
And drowning. It’s been years out here
In the ice and they’re through. They’re
Through and now I’m the misted meadows,
And I’m mist in mouthfuls and metres.
If you are the sky,
Where did my horizon lie?
Where did my it lie
When I was the sea?
Bottles Of Brown Glass by SophisticatedCleffa, literature
Literature
Bottles Of Brown Glass
The warning label reads as so:
“Warning, side effects may include 2AM breakdowns,
Questions about the higher powers, and
Inconsolable love of misery”.
You drink it anyway,
The headache proves not to be worth it.
Maintenance Is Higher This Quarter by SophisticatedCleffa, literature
Literature
Maintenance Is Higher This Quarter
I.
I'm a cog in this
Infinite Hierarchy clockwork we've worked up.
I can't S t r e t c h
Past my limits because the machine
Will break and it's not fair to affect anyone else.
I don't need replacing
I just need to keep turning
Keep circling the point
II.
I've got to keep on running up that hill,
Got to validate everything I've seen in the last year,
Got to go up this hill to get signal
And maybe phone my friends back.
Maybe got to write off
fucking please write off
This insurance policy of mine
Before it crashes.
III.
It shouldn't go up 14 percent
In three months but
Ch
Journals just aren't something I even think about plus I mean. Guys. You know me I spend eons not doing anything on this website. I have people to thank and I NEED TO DO IT SOON OR IT WILL BE TOO LATE SO JUST IN CASE THANK YOU NEW WATCHERS THANK YOU V MUCH.
anyways it was totally the week from hell and im! Venting!
- Mike, my amazing Godfather, had a stroke 2 weeks ago and last friday was the funeral and I hate funerals so much
- My brother's placement failed so he's back home!
- didn't get head or deputy, which would be less annoying if they hadn't given it to two of the most unsuitable applicants.
- Ma has a chest infection yay
- they
snowveins (https://www.deviantart.com/snowveins) this was ur fault
ten things about me
1.) I'm terrible for falling in love but the moment it's reciprocated burn it
2) My passion will always and forever be Chemistry l love it so much
3) I attract mentally ill people and it's sad that almost all my friends have a thing
4) people come out to me all the time and it's unnerving like fair enough I'm out but??? I barely know some of them
5) physically and emotionally abused by both parents yay
6) I live for satire
7) I'm arrogant as fuck and take an abnormal amount of selfies
8) Actually it's a mix of self loathing and a sanctimonious attitude
9) I do a lot of Origami a