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Blog entries by Eoz Eanj

  1. I cried a salt-lake; in the corner of eyes, a stinging chlorine, drying like uncovered gel; blue-white, sticky yet sweet. For that lesser (more) sea, some call love others, imagination; I strayed into, shoes, wool and all; and struggled, against the rips and coils, til the waves stripped me bare, and lightened me, from the gravity of a sunless, silk shore. My neck frayed, two perfect...
  2. They said I was strange or I appeared so, with straggly hair, leaning against augmented plastic.. curve-shaped, hoping it could keep me together. I felt a bit like dying, collecting dusty memories and building a bedside grave; falling asleep, asleep forever. You’ll never understand, no one makes me feel like you, not sure why you love someone in fragments, shining as a...
  3. For you wore my green eyes, black, back, into pupils, they slid, to nestle among the twig-like appendages, of these bloodied, crying eyes. See, you make me feel like I am alive; Living, instead of just, floating, existing, around ‘here’ and ‘them’. And what purpose do I serve, without you? Smiling at me, as we pass each other .. I hope you always think I’m pretty, even with my hair...
  4. [IMG] Gummo: A Film by Harmony Korine. When I first asked what someone who had seen Harmony Korine’s film ‘Gummo’, thought of it, the blood from their face drained and their pupils narrowed into pin points like the rounded tip of a permanent marker. Needless to say, their physical reaction was, initially, enough to put me off watching Gummo ; but after months on a diet consisting...
  5. I was really upset this evening. Mainly about things I know will not change. I find myself crying constantly for 40 minutes and not understanding why. I think and think, what is it that I am crying over.. and then, admist the swollen red eyes and used tissues, I realise I am crying over my Mum. It never occurred to me, but I was crying for so long because I had no one to comfort me, to sit...
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