Tuesday, March 11, 2008

the sunny tint of superhero dreams is always
washed over with blue paint ,
but never in time,
never in the right manner.

our heads (too blocked yet noses always round
enough for the holes we punch through the surface of another's
histories, records, prescriptions) take comfort in the animated
exhaustion of vapid love until
we learn to stop seeking
peace in the marbles we trade
our innocence for.

9 comments:

MishtiZaa said...

yesh...very much so!!!!!
Nice read...
A bit gothic..
"chaliye jao guru"

Saturnalia's Offspring said...

Shippy.
Shippy...

A piece hasn't hit me like this in a LONG time. I'm still gaping at HOW you could just write that.

Sayan said...

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littleblackstar said...

'the sunny tint of superhero dreams is always
washed over with blue paint ,
but never in time,
never in the right manner'

awesome lines. will linger forever in some dark recess of my dreams.

Lucid Darkness said...

Hmm. Bottom line: We don't know what we already have since we're too busy looking for things we think we want very badly, only to find that we didn't want them in the first place, while doing a lot of stupid things on the way.

Somebody should've told Scarlett O'Hara this. :P

Doubletake, Doublethink. said...

beautiful.

weevil girl said...

thakyou pujadi xD

shruti- :o i just.. opened the createpost page and started typingand finished typing and clicked on publish. tada!
thanks a fuckign lot, iguess.

sayan- dotdotdot to you too thanks.

arunima- :] jdsk dsjfhjkdsfj ty ty much

LD- dfj you shouldnt do this yknow. :|

priyanka- im soglad you liked. oh fuck i have mastered teh art of soundingformal.

weevil girl said...

@pujadi- ALSO.
i dont understand just how you can say "a bit gothic" i swear i dont.
better leave it at that.

Lucid Darkness said...

What did I do, weevil?