Melbourne, Victoria, AUSTRALIA
Joined October 17th 2006
Under construction...
Recent Postsfile pleaseOctober 4th 2008 04:49
i guess i'll slip that
into a dusty crater on the dark side of the moon where the Lordship of disposable thought lives ~lily
 writing in the orble boxSeptember 28th 2008 11:34
violin sets the mood
mood honey 'slow like honey' fiona apple knows yeah orchestral with angst 'black tangled heart' and silverchair are two of my favourite things they embrace my loud mouthed injury help me elevate, pump me with eyes to see how much they aid me grow me up 'the drugs don't work' the verve know but oh how they numb dull the pain, get me all illusionist and ...wow fuck my music sounds good YES so somehow toe capped boots or barefeet we make it through reality WOW no stopping in hell, oh no no, no motel stopper here NO sorry my hurt makes you hurt too gonna keep on drivin' get into top gear, hope my fuel pump doesn't decide to shebang cruise the road take in the scenery for a little while, let the wind play with my hair, like i always wanted him to.. ~lily Heavy with Mood Live Version
Licorice Allsorts EsplanadeSeptember 16th 2008 04:17
You covered your eyes
I couldn't see you Commas in the sky What a warm ride Open the window It's stifling in here The stairwell said come With a saxophone entrance Stars under your fingernails Paint me gold Paint me red Use black sparingly Throw out the spare blues Lock in the jack-in-the-box The Barbie dolls painted signs In new shimmer gloss 'Give me money, I am pretty' Wolves with lamb-fur lined coats Standing on owl's heads To get to the stars Paint your own When your eyes get brighter The temple lights are glowing Let's drink absinthe in Paris And call into freak shows I hear women boxers Wear boas sewn by men And paint their nails With images of bugs Perfectly incomplete Bizarre at the uncanny café Where coffee is a welcome sign And your company fills my afternoon Could you hold a sprig of blossom Without dying from the beauty? For every death we gain a life Tap the sides; open flow The page is in strips Paper promises Turn a leaf I am around the corner ~lily
Shared on
we gave over the keyAugust 6th 2008 06:49
do we saturate our minds with information to the point where we don't notice that the things we need are slipping through the cracks and we slump about in boredom when there are so many things to do we just don't want to do the things that we need to do so we can stop our bitching and moaning and longing for happiness we choose to sit in these prisons to rot and we holler and scream about being in this god forsaken place we gave ourselves up to the jailer by not saying anything.....we gave over the key.....and asked for tv we kept it all inside and everyone goes wow when they hear our primal screaming when we couldn't take it no more and it bursts wild out from us like lava how often do I have to tell you that you cannot swing sway me into believing that you are so god-damned special and apart from the rest of us in this human race the world is on overload wearing crowns of shady wishes but we all each and everyone of us has to swallow that big fat shush everything will be ok pill to partake in the big lie when we soul know it isn't ok and for fucks sake stop moving around like you're on your own planet like you're not seeing people and trying to walk right through them you're walking smack into them and setting their houses off balance let us dine on the past no don't tell me anything new not even the truth my mind is a snake tonight and I cannot resolve myself to believing anything
Shared on
while unemployed, iAugust 6th 2008 06:47
You would know then
That I put my trust in hearts And wished as far as stars go
Shared on
Random Transmission from Flash Opera VerveAugust 4th 2008 02:59
You know, each lightning bolt is a universe, she said. No two are alike. Electricity began to permeate everything and everybody, and all the trees applauded, some even got up off their knees and begun to tug themselves out of the earth. It was the hour they had all been waiting for, as thunder played a scene from the final opera, and birds all over the world started to dream of forming words and sending them to mute men. Rain cleansed the mountain; baptising flowers in songs of freedom. It was all that she could have wished for, especially when the mimes of angels could finally be heard.
Shared on
metaphors in the key of ceriseMay 17th 2008 20:38
The RibbonMay 17th 2008 20:34
Random Transmission from Bells ClearingApril 20th 2008 03:30
Nature has a coating that cant be seen from afar, like a cats tongue or a leaf, or our skin. This is where the wheels of the Caravan start to yearn for release from the sodden earth. Oiled and resting, it is time to take to the open road. I saw dark clouds in last nights fire, which always means a call for moving. Some have said it was smoke that I saw, just the burn off from the fire break. My blood is restless; travelling, and I have taken to packing, the fires are expected anyway. My eyes search darkening skies for a skyhook, and the heads of the Gypsy Vanners are low. Our songs and dances have shaved a slice off the moon. Onward, forward, our beginnings safely tucked away in the caravan of memories, onward forward. Clip clop.
Shared on
|
Recent CommentsComment by Lily
|
Comments (1)
Add Comments
Read More
Comment by Lily
on MEN: Don`t piss off your woman!
Ars Poetica
gives a new meaning to .. oh that feels hot baby yeah?
need a few hairs straightened love?
hope she slapped him with a few fish too (grin)
roflmao