Heavy grief strikes and bears a Soul found stagnant, starving, and stiff. If imbued with form a reflection of rotted wood would fill your eyes to their edges. Search for meaning in the murk swallow an ocean of tears if you must. It’s simple to hallow yourself void of feeling although to be better than the days passed is nearly insurmountable, yet on the morning that you passed I swore myself to my own betterment. I will plant myself firm as you had many times. In honor of you I will live.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC
Obismal depths of dark matter swirling endlessly, heavy and cold. Great chasms between us bottomless and deep. Lose yourself, unravel, become whole. Ageless and undying shed your purposeless skin become new. Hateful now, a grimace moves in replacing loving gleams. Last tears fall search yourself, reflect, and learn.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 7:14 AM UTC
Oh enter me fearless lover!! Enter me as a corpse would a tomb! Wither and wilt to dust as those before you have done! Take upon my fate and if you should fail perhaps I'll join you in that flesh casket and we'll sail it across river Styx! For you too are damned…are you not?
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
I am the prodigal son! He who was lost in the spiteful world of literature. I the prodigal son who stands firm with Aergia as my left hand and Algea as my right. I the prodigal son who stands tall with Baudelaire as my back bone for melancholy and misery have become my mistresses. I the prodigal son have returned, oh father forgive me and turn away in horror for I am your son no longer.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
Perfection is boring I prefer a crooked smile to a plastic one. If perfection is in sight change course immediately or fall victim to purity!
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 6:05 AM UTC
The dead do not speak yet here we stand spitting out dull and empty words to dull heads and empty hearts. I refuse to call this monotonous pattern living. Look around and see all the dead walking among you.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 5:16 AM UTC
What words will you find when you greet our pitiless god holding the Ashes of our once glorious world.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
Loving none and hating all.
The heart of the pessimist belongs to all who have carried the colossal weight of being alone.
Those who've spent there lives reaching for the stars only to realize that the stars they so desperately wanted are far out of reach.
hating all and loving none
The heart of the pessimist
Lived alone and died alone.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
None of the five elements remain dominant for long; none of the four seasons lasts indefinitely; the sun rises and sets; the moon waxes and wanes.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 3:30 AM UTC