Atlantiques

Thanks Mum

atlantiques — Mon, 07 Jun 2010 03:07:52 +0000

I like peonies.

pretty little fraud

atlantiques — Sat, 05 Jun 2010 17:04:16 +0000

I’m trying

come find me

atlantiques — Fri, 04 Jun 2010 22:53:46 +0000

I’m running, and running, but there’s no end in sight

wild wolves

atlantiques — Thu, 03 Jun 2010 05:24:33 +0000

with the wild wolves around you
in the morning I’ll call you

(what might have been lost)

Good-bye parties are bittersweet

atlantiques — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 03:57:15 +0000

much like good-byes themselves.

a fortress long abondoned by the warmth of laughter

atlantiques — Sun, 16 Aug 2009 03:13:08 +0000

Doe-eyed

atlantiques — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 04:33:31 +0000

unsatisfied.

We’re terrified of one another

atlantiques — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 04:24:45 +0000

and terrified of what that means

A Crackle in a Radio Song

atlantiques — Sat, 30 May 2009 03:33:11 +0000

Warm light when your eyes fill with laughter
Some animal lies in the pasture
Holes, in its throat where the blood was drawn
In its mouth where the tongue was torn
By your claws,
your claws,
your claws.

I woke from a dream; we were running
From every being that was hunting
But, we let them get ahead of us
We let them lie in wait for us
We’re fucked,
we’re fucked,
we’re fucked.

“In a Radio Song”

nineteenfortyfive

atlantiques — Sat, 30 May 2009 01:17:18 +0000