#fusion
In anticipation of love I brushed your hollow heart with emptiness,
While your eyes, steeped deep in darkness and bitterness, whispered abuse;
A wound not carved by touch, but by the quiet cruelty of words,
A calla lily wilting in the midnight of all we could not choose.
From that fissure in my soul burst forth a rainbow from my heart:
A vivid ache that spanned two nights, two days, one shattered dawn apart.
Yet as each trembling hue dissolved and slowly bled to tar,
Even the sweetest colours fled, leaving bitterness to scar.
The cold grew brutal as the birds dared sing their fragile lullaby,
And spring itself, a lonely calla, froze beneath your vacant sky.
“Daddy, **** you!” did I cry as darkness answered in my chest,
Leaving me adrift within a void no mortal tongue could bless.
So cloaked in tar I turned and strode to Louisiana’s shadowed door,
Where New Orleans whispered secrets through each stone of the French Quarter floor.
The silver chime of golden spurs rang out a dirge along the street -
They named me cowboy as I passed, yet knew not what they chanced to meet.
For I am witch.
And in the gaze of every unholy shadow gathered in the night,
I spoke the vow that bends all wounds and bitterness to darker might.
This ravaged heart shall be the feast of powers buried deep below:
A baptism turned to shadow where my truest self may grow.
With blood I traced the ancient curse in language older far than dawn,
Where even time forgets itself and mortal mercy is withdrawn.
Within the silent cemetery where the restless spirits throng,
I watched the ancient darkness wake and gather fierce and strong.
And when the next night falls from heaven’s torn and brooding skies,
From ash and ruin shall I rise in darker, sterner guise.
Each broken heart that crosses mine shall tremble at my pen,
A plague of nightfall spreading slow through unsuspecting men.
For I am now High Priestess of the ******
My unborn children: tar and bitterness - shall haunt eternity!
So mote it be.
And far beyond the fading night
the phantom echo answers me
the distant chime
of golden spurs.
Curse... curse... curse...
© Orleans Vibe
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 8:44 PM UTC
Infinity, some might say,
Is simple.
Yet, most are unfamiliar
With the origin of its symbol.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC
Sometimes, I will hug you,
hold you so tightly
with the force of love,
like the force of gravity
fusing atoms inside the sun.
Our souls will merge,
radiating light
to the galaxies.
Other times, I will hold
just a single finger of yours,
and it will feel like the spark
that starts a chain reaction
in a nuclear reactor,
powerful enough
to ignite a warmth
that spreads through every part of me,
filling my world
with light and heat.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 3:44 AM UTC
Shield Maiden Astrid - In the heart of the Viking age, amidst the rugged landscapes of Scandinavia, there lived a tribe known as the Fjord Fangs. They were a fierce people, renowned for their prowess in battle and their unwavering loyalty to their chieftain, Sigurd the Bold. But amongst them, there was one whose courage burned even brighter than the northern lights: Astrid, the shield maiden.
From a young age, Astrid had trained alongside the warriors of her tribe, honing her skills with sword and shield. She possessed a spirit as untamed as the roaring seas, and her determination was unmatched. Despite the expectations placed upon her to conform to traditional roles, Astrid yearned for something more - to prove herself on the battlefield alongside her fellow warriors.
When news reached the Fjord Fangs of an impending invasion by a rival tribe, led by the fearsome chieftain Ragnar the Ruthless, the warriors prepared for battle. But Sigurd hesitated to send Astrid into the fray, fearing for her safety. However, Astrid refused to be sidelined, insisting that she could fight alongside her comrades and defend her people with all her strength.
As the rival tribe descended upon their lands, Astrid stood shoulder to shoulder with her fellow warriors, her shield held high and her sword gleaming in the sunlight. With a ferocious battle cry, she charged into the fray, her courage inspiring those around her. Despite facing overwhelming odds, the Fjord Fangs fought with a tenacity born of desperation and the determination to protect their home.
In the midst of the chaos, Astrid distinguished herself with acts of unmatched bravery. She defended her comrades with unwavering resolve, her shield deflecting blow after blow, and her sword striking true against their foes. Her leadership on the battlefield rallied the warriors, turning the tide of battle in their favor.
In a climactic showdown, Astrid found herself face to face with Ragnar himself, the imposing chieftain towering over her. With a steely gaze and a fierce determination, she squared off against her adversary, refusing to back down. In a clash of steel and fury, Astrid fought with all her might, her every move a testament to her skill and courage.
In the end, it was Astrid who emerged victorious, her blade piercing Ragnar's defenses and striking him down. With their chieftain defeated, the rival tribe fled in disarray, their hopes of conquest dashed upon the rocks of Astrid's indomitable spirit.
From that day forth, Astrid was hailed as a hero among her people, her bravery and leadership earning her the respect of all who knew her. And as the fires of victory burned brightly in the night sky, the Fjord Fangs stood united once more, their tribe stronger than ever before under the fearless guidance of their shield maiden.
https://youtu.be/Xa8Hc00cYPs?si=QqfaASv8ZejzktYI
Mar 16, 2024
Mar 16, 2024 at 2:00 PM UTC
My
Heart is a
Fusion reactor
Purring like a kitten
At two hundred million
°
Basking in the glow of a
Thousand megawatts
Connect with me
We'll light up
The world!
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 2:54 PM UTC
i am drowning in your many waters
sea and sky reversed
like an inside-out TV
looking up into the depths of your you-ness
i want to be deeper
i want to go deeper
i want to know deeper
i want to we deeper
i want to wear your body like a self
and look at me
which is you
the mirror is the door
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 7:32 PM UTC
#*Mellifluous and mystical
He passionately plays the flute
The atmosphere divine and serene
Filled with pure harmony
Soulful and rhythmic
She wondrously plays the tabla
Complementing notes to his flute
A perfect symphony
Musically entwined*#
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 7:58 AM UTC
I desperately want us to be the same person
I desperately love to cling
To every common
Reaching
Detail
And claim it
For the both of us
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 2:16 AM UTC
Constallations, a septette for shining stars
Seven in number, aline like no other, a fusion sign in melting white,
Caught in stellar evolution in the arts of the nuclear, they expand,
Red giants, the final step in their life, before they either blow the layer off gently tossing it into the depth of space, or they go out with a bang
The fall of these great stars, gifting light which is likely to grow life,
A nova which drags their orbital children to the deepest abyss releasing enough energy for a heavenly meltdown breaking hell loose
Stars, standing upon the pillars of creaton planted in there like trees,
Polaris, burn bright in white till you blow up, hell fire don't go out,
In line, with the others, you form a radiant great, or rather big dipper,
Oh you blazing fixed star, northern, luminous and majestic, shine on,
Let this dream fill you up with energy, rumbling deep inside, still you are satisfied, with the reactions, with speed much greater than sound,
A force which would easily break the earths ground, shatter it within moments of a violent dance of might and power beyond any reason,
For the millions, the septentrion shall shine on in a changing dipper,
Until the moment they die.
~ Umi
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC
Ears straining to hear
Skin trying to feel
My eyes can see
The olden times, the antiquity.
Recognizing--your voice, features, habits
Feeling the longing and relief. Familiarity.
We're two energies joining
And with our forces fusing . . . again.
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 7:53 AM UTC
An anxious amortal
archnemesis
affectionately
allowing an amoral
animosity
achieve an attitudal
agressive and aversion against
any and all
annoying,
aggravating,
afflicting,
and almost annihilating
alliterations,
although all
aforementioned actions
are absolutely
artificial.
An amiable
abomination
and architectural abuse
at an alphabet achieved
after aesthetically
arranging ample
arbitrary
alternatives alone,
amounting an acclamation.
An affinity at
awkward avante-garde arts
arising at
an astronomical acceleration,
aside an archaic
argumentum ad
antiquitatem argument
awfully appraising
an atheistic and agnostic
apparition,
anthrophomorphically
alive and apparently
alright after asphyxiation,
alluding an astral authority
absolving accusations
and all allegations.
An advantageously
astute and adroit assassin
always actively
acting and assaulting
alone, ain't assisted
anyhow,
already
antiquating auxillaries
altogether.
An alliteratious afterfocus:
Aborting all anticipations.
Anticipating affirmative antagonizations.
All are alright.
Already airtight.
Adios, amigos.
Author: anonymous,
an acorn-afflicted,
assassinatrix affiliate.
attributed as Agent Argent.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
futile illusion light ray intrusion senses freight refuting fright images
imagination eye ignite\
peer stare sight straight threw aspect ratio view totality indicate follow
inundated by reality\
asphyxiate choke the breath bliss the heart speeding back to her needs
purely\
crouching eternally desperate for his goddess of reality accepting her gift
of vivacity\
tiger rip mortality half bare hidden pierce through rears dragon appear
fierce tare morality\
translate emotions feeling resilient cross distances redirect dawns
instantly\
resplendent galvanize repentance vandalize despairs loneliness regurgitate desire lure\
molecular igneous magic electronic extension unseen connecting
transcendence\
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
If fusion were just
a cheap trick to
make gems stronger,
then would Garnet
have even found
Sapphire and Ruby
to begin with?
Is our comfort made
from presence or
conversation and
which is stronger?
The side effect of
unconditions is that
thing expectation
dreads; some book
already read
turned its page and said:
I am made of love, boldly
with inflated lungs, but
what is love
even made of?
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
I don't know who I am again
lost myself around apex
of that last orbit
Flung tumultuously around
and around
Shooting stars
unlike guided missiles
haven't a trajecting
idea where they're going
Some land on something
Others fizz out
This blip, having known that
Big Bangster Gangster
which projected each ion
on some other
had no bigger picture in mind
and is likely still
making it up
as we go along
So, I tip my hat to Milky Way
and pray for fusion
upon something
anything
freely radicalized
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 8:49 AM UTC
We are not just similar
We are parallel !
In this cruel world of all kinds of vectors
It's either an invariable distance
Or a fully superposed confusion
No single intersection
And we lie there
stubborn and hopeless
Craving a translation
We are not just similar
We are parallel !
Our limits confined to a single plane
As life flows in all directions
We miss the marvels around us
In every remaining dimension
And we lie there
Blind and shameless
Craving a translation
Louder words
Barely heard
Answers clouded by blur of ignorance
Questions falsely trigger negative emotion
Chaos in misplaced transference
As mazes form from conversation
And we lie there
Deaf and clueless
Craving a translation
Not even a cascade of tears
Can bend us to converge
Tried turning the other cheek
We failed again to merge
Until one day, we exhaust our energy
Shields get broken, armor gets heavy
Only our inner demons left unstained
But they decided to flee our weak body
So we **** the pride with a suffocating hug
Bend the frown with a devastating kiss
Poison the anger by our cleansing drug
We let go of our ego, off to our bliss
And we lie there
Victorious and united
Achieving a translation
Then days go by as we oscillate
to the finish line in this dance of fate
We survive, it seems
We relive on the extremes
Aligned in happiness
or divergent in depression
In mystical perfection
or in catatonic emptiness
Stubborn and stiff
Blind and deaf
Clueless, shameless, hopeless
Craving irreversible translation
But we are not just similar
We are parallel !
~Epic Monkey
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC
It's the theory of curiosity and discovery, that has me so open and feeling judgement free. Time has lost It's meaning and so have I, so many lovers intertwined but Not I, not you, not us .
High I go, double meanings, to paint my sky, paint my ceiling. As the moon showers me with her light I can feel her, feel her breathing, calling, through the air, as I feel everything and yet I care for nothing. Maybe that's why I'm so cold...It seems to me your still lingering like every kiss ever planted. It aches and if only you knew that even if it happened, they might still be suddenly forgotten. The memories of the Rickety old house and the sounds it made before falling asleep can solve this problem ,her memories form to art She's on it. Your ideas surrounded by nature and how it became a blaze. The fire you feel when your lips taste that special someone and how the fire spreads the more you get to know them. Oh how I've dreamt of that someone, as that someone lays in bed drifting away. she wanders the world, her wonderland, her wanderlust, but I rest in her cuts, her problems, her black water ocean.
Just always remember the night when we walked into the moon's light. In which it shone so bright you can see one's soul and how it was sewed. Continuing my travels, walking barefoot and the blades of grass so sharp it cuts my sole. It's strange I did not give into the pain because there was much more to gain, more knowledge of her in this extra terrain. I ache and have bled so much from the shattered hopes and dreams I've stepped on,yet I continue round and round ignoring this dull pain because I'm strong, you are minutes, hours, weeks, months, years, ahead of me. Time has no love for me but my true symmetry is energy. gasp! I am stuck in her mind I look up at the sky, the moon has disappeared but then this light shines, I wake up, she was laying right by my side, was she the moon the whole time?
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
Tipping sideways
Deja vu strikes
You've been here before
Never this much pain
Metal and flesh
Birthed apart
Grown together
Merge line carries pain
The lightning bolt strikes
You've been here before
Familiar pain
Rippling out from the spine
The one they broke
To remove our broken heart.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
I lose my sense of self, when our shadows melt in the incandescent heat and merge.
When we become one and one becomes us,
My ecstasy welcomes you with open arms.
Gasp,
rejoice,
and release.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
everything is anything.
morphing, moving, & merging together.
falling deep into flow.
deep into know.
breathing & bleeding energies & essences,
from every spectrum of the rainbow.
discovering & diving into new, unexplainable realms of creation.
so much to think about.
so much to feel for.
it's easy to get swept up in the magic.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
The space between us is charged with love's demands.
We build bridges
That exist within.
When the time is right
We will cross to the centre
And collide.
Fission or Fusion?
We must touch, we mustn't touch.
I can touch you, touch you
In a place that isn't here;
Just because we do not come together
Doesn't mean this isn't also
Tangible, physical, and real.
Physical. Ethereal
The body is the mind
Flesh and thoughts entwined.
You are in my very self, I hide you there
At the centre
The very vulnerable centre
Of everything I am.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 7:46 AM UTC
the choir grows with the barks of dogs,
the rumble of cars, the fusion of bogs
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
Ying and it's yang
felt inside a surge
to sing their song;
being witness to this
immortal moment,
we stood up and said
'The accompaniments
please let's contribute'
space, sea waves, clouds
earth, fire and sky---
all at once felt the need
as much as us. Aum
The orchestra
sounded so divine
the voices did merge
like milk and honey
a symphony
incomparable,
like a river seeking ocean
emerged, everyone
was aghast,"Where
are the audience
for such a jazz?"
And when the moment
of delight unfolded
it voicelessly chanted:
"The singer and the song
are one, bliss eternal"
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC