Words for wear...

... partners in rhyme etc... After a long and not very fruitful discussion that deteriorated in a very alarming manner from bad to dobby-wants-to-kill-himself bad, we finally settled for Lost in Thesaurus. Mostly because it was the only name Mr Wellington seemingly approved of (and we don't want any unnecessary grumbling do we?). So here it is, for everyone out there. The good with the bad... Well, don't judge. It's just some sodding poetry, it doesn't mean anything really.

To take the virginity of this umm "Poetryblog" (geez, still not used to it) - here goes.

It's called "Katie on speed" and it's supposed to be about love (mostly sex, here comes the porn, omg). Ehum. Apologies.

another lost direction
no closer to doorsteps with an interior
another lost thought
wasted on non-responsive mediums
another lost drop of self-respect
drying as we speak

wrong turns every time. in a
compulsive OCD'ic manner
one can ask why. you make me (complete?)
behave like Katie on speed
you know, anxious in a fucked up way

really, it turned out wrong
this unhealthy obsession
really, i think i should stop
now? don't you get it?
really, just tell me (fuck off?)
to come over, just a quick one

tidal waves in outer space. like a
braindance, only backwards
tear my mask and keep it. it was
an invitation. that you didn't (couldn't?)
accept, you know, i see why

failing isn't enough, not for
your fucking messed up superego
failing isn't enough, not when
angst turns dust into dope
failing isn't enough, for any
fucking rhyme of passion.

[just do me already]