PointlessYeah... Pointless journal entry from a pointless nostalgic.
Teenage Wasteland
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Skinned KneeThe sponge is rough even when dripping and I wince as you press it down to my knee. The skin is sore and still bleeding slightly and I have never been the best at dealing with pain. Lukewarm water, slightly salted, runs down my bare leg but I ignore it. Your drop the sponge into the bowl and it makes a strange sound that makes me smirk despite the sting. You lean forward in slow motion and blow, ever so gently, on the graze. I gasp sharply at the sensation but it soon passes and I sigh, relieved.Skinned Knee
You tell me that I will have a bruise in the morning and I shake my fringe into my eyes and nod pathetically. You reach up and brush th
by ~Pointless-Nostalgic
LyricsYou sleep so still You sleep through everythingLyrics
I can only think of you in lyrics As if you travelled the world And inspired everybody you met To pick up pen and paper And write you down in black on white
But your taste still lingers on my lips Like I just placed them upon yours
And I starve for you
I wish I had the talent and inclination To write you as the subject of a song A romantic dirge or punk tinged ballad But I’m bereft of clear thought When laid out next to you
The only thing that gets me through this is what I feel
by ~Pointless-Nostalgic
AloneMy ears are still ringing from standing too close to the speakers when I step outside. The slight breeze instantly brings me out in goose-bumps and removes the scant sheen of sweat from my bare skin. The close proximity of people as the band started had meant nobody was safe from becoming hot and sticky and stifled. I had needed to escape. Needed to clear my ears of the pounding bass and squealing guitars.Alone
Groups of threes and fours are clustered together on the pavement outside. Each clutching a beer can or plastic cup; speaking in whispers, throwing glances and smiles at other people but always remaining segregated. I am alone.
by ~Pointless-Nostalgic
The Space BetweenWe lie apart Our bodies divided by a thin, invisible line of nothing The space betweenThe Space Between
Your steady breathing stirs the hair that lies across My bare shoulder Porcelain skin tickled by long blonde tendrils
I stir and wake and turn and stare and see Your eyes are shut I want you to open them and look at me
I reach out to you and stroke fingertips down your unshaven cheek You mumble incoherently I withdraw my hand and hold it against my fast-beating heart
Wake up You slowly open your eyes, sticky from sleep A smile
I catch
by ~Pointless-Nostalgic
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- Current Residence: Wales, UK
- Interests: Music, Movies, Words, Intelligent TV, Gigs, WHSmith Boys, Comic Books, My Boyface
- Favourite movie: Donnie Darko, Leon, Fight Club, Igby Goes Down. The Goonies, ET, Space Camp, House of Flying Daggers
- Favourite band or musician: Incubus, 30 Seconds to Mars, The Who, Fall Out Boy, Fightstar, Brigade, Funeral for a Friend
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Punk, Jazz
- Favourite artist: Dali, Miro
- Favourite poet or writer: Hunter S Thompson, Jonathon Coe, Stephen King, Chuck Palahniuk, Clive Barker, John Hegley
- Favourite photographer: David LaChappelle
- Personal Quote: Seduce my mind... my body will follow.
- Tools of the Trade: Paper, pen, music
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How come I never see you on our other site??? (Please don't say the name on here for obvious reasons...)
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~pandur11
Long time, huh?!
I don't know what made me come back here today - I was just looking through some old stuff and revelling in a bit of nostalgia.
It's so nice to see a familiar face though.
I hope you're well.
Diana x
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