#obsidian
A gilded ring pours forth its ichor
Down from the darkened heavens
Shadow inlaid with gold
A cascade of molten sun
The sky twists and contorts violently
And then in a moment, it simply ends
Nothing left to see but distant stars
Obscured by a now obsidian moon
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 10:54 PM UTC
“I’m sorry black eyes don't get enough
love.
There's Hazel eyes,
Amber eyes,
But what about black?
Black the colour of the deepest night Of the universe and the unknown.
Of coal and obsidian.
Of the abyssal depths of the ocean.
of the pupil that dilates with passion, Don't even get me started
on when the light hits them.
Diamonds and stars,
Mysterious and alluring.
"But aren't black eyes so common?!"
So is the sky, So is the earth.
So is the beauty of the night sky and the Milky Way.
All mysteries and secrets of the universe have come together just to be put in your eyes.
Isn't that beautiful?"
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 5:23 AM UTC
The crow and his burnt feathers,
His fading Iridescent luster
calls out for a life that at one point
He knew.
Lined with dark ash, covered
In rubies and gold.
Yet one look up above
One he could not obtain.
An illuminated lie in his dreaming state.
In stillness he stood
The ink that he bore
The scattered light he once held
soaking in his obsidian hues.
Things he could not take back
Things that he could not have
And all the questions he still had
could only be answered
By the moon.
-Kore
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 3:43 PM UTC
My mind is an endless void.
In the midst of it is an obsidian cliff.
Abstract wisps of thought swirl around that central cliff all the time.
I am drowning.
I am barely hanging on to the cliff, to myself.
The thoughts keep attacking me, not one at a time.
Tidal waves of thoughts are crashing down on me, trying to drag me under.
Away from my sense of self.
Into that endless void.
Into endless void...
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
staring at your obsidian eyes
a thousand of galaxies interwine
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 7:00 AM UTC
Two-tone lips
Chewed raw from a tempted anxiety
And a stitched together string
Told to keep quiet unless you have a lie to tell
So you can protect the connected streams of expectations
A lie balanced on one lip, the truth falling from the other
Catch it quick before it spills
Burnt bruised skin
Strangled by the soft palms of mercy
With a choked lie so we will protect their name
A yellow-blue watercolor of forgotten truths
Blended together with the concealed coverings
A punch again and one more hit
Block the kick to stop the pain
Obsidian knife blades
Cut deeper than the steel that you use
Black explosive rock glazed with the promise of blood
A line cut into it that separates truth from lie
A simple consequence of being the one who was there
A chance game token of who can get the better death
A knife that only reveals the bruised lips of the liar that we are
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 3:49 PM UTC
who always sat perched on the porch at dusk
to watch the sun slowly set beyond the horizon
she listened as the last birds fluttered to their nests,
and inhaled the raw air as the breeze swirled around her
all the while her eye towards the sinking sun
vanilla bean was white with black specks
but when the moon rose
she became the universe
her spots radiated like a million stars,
her body obsidian like the backdrop of the galaxies
and she became the night
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
dare i wonder what you think of me
for i do not know what i think of myself.
maybe there's a difference between how you see yourself and how you let others see you.
am i a plague or a remedy
am i stone cold or burning flames
am i chilled to the bone or am i a home
sometimes home can be a person, but i am no home.
my hands are cold, they will burn you with
frost. i am kind but i am afraid.
my chest hurts with the thought of you.
not because i wish to have you but because
i don't.
maybe i do, but i am an ocean and you are lost in me. i can see the moon.
do i flee from what i have only to retreat to what i am?
i ask of you, are you something new or the
thing that i can't find.
i have a treasure that i wish to keep and
not soil.
you are a treasure of your own.
yet i am not worthy.
i can have obsidian or i can have gold.
Man has always been greedy but i am
Humble.
am i kind?
am i kind to take a cherry with
cyanide pit?
you believe me a diamond, but i am only coal.
you, my dear, have a heart made of gold.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
Drink the cup of shadows
Twist and turn inside
Feel the whirls around bring back
The one that was beside
Darkness creeps in fire
Infernos writing lies
Tells you I won't break you
Tells you I'll keep you alive
Extinguished in a second
A second after the first
A second intended to last
But dust to dust and ash to ash
The cascades take all that is past
Take away the weakness
Take in the soul of night
Let this leave you hardened
Reborn from embers left to die
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 9:01 AM UTC
Fat, tall, and poor, well a young girl
couldn't be anymore different or
shouldn’t.
Hard headed with no tears, I
so wanted to be made
in that single moment of creation, of
fire.
There they stood in black
huddled by the books on
‘craft
in the aisle for young fantasy
we stood glaring, laughing, judging
not glass, but a shiny mirror
reflecting.
Slipping out of school early,
brandishing new bags and clothes,
lies
feet treading along the linoleum tiles,
of halls and malls, sitting in cafés
the pressure changing what showed on the
surface.
Needle pierced skin over
and over again, so much
fire
the pain throbbing, spreading
as ink sunk into my skin
crafting little by little a symbol
pagan.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
My head is over swelling, my heart is overwhelming, i've been trying to deal with this fear but no promises are forthcoming. Abused intentions create these walls you have put up around me, tortured ambitions mummify the air that surrounds me, cremated passion falls from above like black rain making it hard to see, dreams are projected from my obsidian eyes onto a silver screen woven from a life of lies. Truth only hurts when you become afraid of the pain, learn to overcome this this hurt and you'll just have to suffer with the shame. In these last moments I have no one to blame and everything is well in my head as i prepare to take aim, a clock on the wall counts down to the twilight while I inhale the last cold breath of the night, peace is all i hope to gain so i pull the trigger and the last things i hear are sounds of thick pounding rain.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC