Forget us now, lest we lie waiting.
Don't call it precious, if you'll let it go.
Is it Lovely, lying so?
Nov 17, 2023
Nov 17, 2023 at 2:59 AM UTC
My Friends, my Loves, my Blood,
Dearly, I love you so.
Fear the final rest,
Heartache, Heartbreak;
Least we'll fade together.
Aug 11, 2023
Aug 11, 2023 at 2:11 PM UTC
Gaze into Infinity.
Leap into Abyss.
Rise from Hell to Heaven;
Recall only Bliss.
Infinity, Madness, Chaos galore!
Still it ends in Blackness, same as Before.
Stave the violent
Nothing, the Bellow of Depth;
Fly closer to that Sun,
Fellow Icarus in Death.
May 6, 2023
May 6, 2023 at 2:04 PM UTC
Return to that abyssal void;
it's full of stars
You are beautiful.
Apr 10, 2023
Apr 10, 2023 at 1:13 AM UTC
Fly into the abysmal depths you call maturity.
Fall with the rations, die with the nations holding them.
A barbaric ideology keeps me from living. I curse the creator of mirrors. May I go blind quickly.
I can smell and taste my hair, finally. It grows with me. The memories in my head increase tenfold without me.
Fly into that burning sun, if you so desire, my friends. My brother and sisters. Run us aground if you wish.
We fight not to keep sane, nor to plague those blind. May we fight to live as we wish.
Plucking flowers is my life goal. Plucking flowers over my mother's grave. Burn them with her.
The youth I lost, which I had not realized prior to then, was all that kept the realizations from realizing me. Depression; ye, it is gone with one of two actions. One path longer, yet both last a lifetime.
Set a time; not to awake but to rest. May I take control of my dreams, for my dreams are all I have left.
Malice chastises my pure intent, though my judgement is uncertain as of my second birth.
I thank the world for listening to reason, if only a part understands. Thankyou, all those who ignore my pleas, or are too expensive to listen.
To those who care, and die alone, thankyou, I say - for the curse that is my judgement.
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
Bound to the Heavens,
I find myself
Wandering, Wondering,
Am I the first?
I look over to the horizon,
Then the space down below,
And I see signs of Creation
Yet none to claim it is their's.
The complicated beauty confused me
Because if I am the only one,
Was this all for me?
Am I to rule this limbo?
Time passed quickly and I am in control
The birds, beasts, trees and flock
Care not for me,
Nor my absence,
Yet I think of them often.
The earth to build my world,
The sea to force my hand,
The skies to see the empire,
And from the Heavens I shall rule.
If this is not meant for me,
Then it is too grand to return;
If this is not meant for me,
Then the World I shall tell:
If this is not meant for me,
Then I will let the Stars burn;
If this not meant for me,
Then I **** the gods to Hell
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 5:03 AM UTC
I looked down at what was placed in my hands. A small, silver and glass chain stared back at me, the rays of sunlight reflecting on it from the window in a hypnotic shine, enslaving my focus on the blue gem within.
"It's a necklace, with a birthstone." they said.
"Turquoise. Your December."
Silence.
I looked up from the Persian gem with a silent breath. The air smelled of a foreign sense, like that of an expensive perfume, yet I had never experienced it's replenishing effect until now.
"It is said to be the oldest stone held by man, that it relaxes the owner's thoughts... and keeps it's wearer safe... whenever it's worn."
Their head tilted down, their hands grasping mine to a close around the gift. They spoke to me, their eyes diverting away from view.
"It is a symbol of love."
I watched as my Love stared up at me, their violent irises cursing my memory with nostalgia of our hidden past.
"It will make you happy."
I could not blink, for if I did we would have lost our entrancement in eachothers' gaze. A lifetime glossed before our continued efforts of attachment passed in the blink of our eyes, quickly turning our heads away with a steady flow of boiling, cold blood.
I glanced back to the jewel. My mind may lie, yet I felt as if the stone had changed colour, if by only a minuscule amount of shading, impossibly unnoticeable. I saw not by sight, but by a sense I could not describe—a sense I believed humans were incapable of perceiving, but with only a second of struggled understanding, quickly buried away.
The touch of the stone felt strengthening, like a medicine, but with a failed vaccine of distraught mentality. Our Love's warmth left my hands, but the sense of our brief connection remained.
It remained in the stone, or in me, I could not say.
But he did not leave.
He did not leave.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
I stand amidst blue eyes.
Hearts, flowers, life, tower around my soles. Creation obeys my pattern.
Unending hills in the cliffsides of my sights' peak silence my dreams, blinding my imagination's capacity. Blinding my livlihood's achievments. Blinding me.
Wind throws growth off coarse. I feel the cold air stain my scars. I feel the life dissipate through my eyes and arms.
Never-ending hate drowns my guilt, proving the impossible to be impossible. Ice, fire, gravel wounds me. Their wounds fuel what remain.
You stand amidst brown eyes.
Ashes, thorns, death, tower around your souls. Creation obeys your pattern.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC
All I see are sounds
The colors of the sky dance beneath me
I feel the nightmares of my woken blood
The silence of their hearts echo in my souls' mind
The tolls of their ashes burn away my skin
and replace its nerves with admittance of fools
Quaked trembles torment the nerves of infinite, mild sight
And burn away the skin of those yet sane
Barriers halt our desperation
Locking our convinced freedom
Stealing away the mentality we adore
All we hear is pain
All we feel is mockery
All we taste is blood
All we sense is their unending cries
Yet all I see are sounds
Loud silence
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 4:35 PM UTC
Collapsed remains of mighty stones stand amidst the horrors before the end.
Continuous inaudible screams of insanity emit from an endless, shallow river, flowing across both ends of the world, beyond sight, beyond reason.
The velvet skies, filled with threats of approaching storms, trapped in a constant cycle of disownment, its thunder clashing against the roars of scarring streams.
The countless dead search lanterns' light for fulfillment within their dry, silent hearts, their mindsets shattered from the howls of their brothers' lasting breaths.
Gravel shores, crushed towers, - eternally paralyzed remains plant the field of acid, fueling the flames of the fortunate.
Cloaked skeletons of once noble men guide paths away from their father's arrogant goals, believing they've succeeded evading the demise they remain within.
The acid of the waters burn away the sanity of those with none. Its air chokes those who breath It. Its sight blinds those who witness Its numbing view. Its image, wounds those who feel Its unwilling collection of pain.
Planted hillsides of blackened ash tower over the horizon's sight. The storms above, cutting the realm into mindful darkness and disposition.
The surface remains littered with sulfuric mold, cloaking the floating bones of Its worthless fodder.
Hellfire rains down through the air. The blinding sparks dissipate into Its nerves. The golden glow dimly lighting the fragile night.
Black, burning islands float amidst drifting souls, lost in themselves for millennia, while rising mist blankets the river, trapping the ignorant onto a path of despair.
The skulls of endless souls remind the keepers of sanity that they remain cursed with their forceful, endless demise.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC