#scribblings
Carve a picture of your face into the Halls of Time
Preserve yourself forevermore
In the history of humankind
OBEY -the Universal Law
DO WHAT THOU WILT - Harm Not
Scrape the sky with your canines
Make the people sing your name
Slave for no divine reward
And fear no eternal flame
Devil may care,
Live and let live
DO WHAT THOU WILT - Harm Not
We are a miraculous animal
Tricking ourselves into spurning our own gifts
Overcaffienated/Undersatisfied
Our eyes firmly planted
In the center of the sky
We've spent so long waiting for angels
No one remembers:
We Are Divine.
DO WHAT THOU WILT; Defend Thyself
DO WHAT THOU WILT; Indulge Thyself
DO WHAT THOU WILT; Enjoy Thyself
DO WHAT THOU WILT; Respect Thyself
I Am God
You Are God
God Is A Lie
I Am God
You Are God
God Is An Idea
Born In The Minds
Of Us,
The Inventors
God Is A Tool
Used For Control
His Soldiers Are Fools
Losing Their Souls
DO WHAT THOU WILT
BUT FEAR NO GOD
DO WHAT THOU WILT
GOVERN THYSELF
DO WHAT THOU WILT
PROTECT THY WORLD
DO WHAT THOU WILT
BE WHO YOU WISH
DO WHAT THOU WILT
HARM NOT
WASTE NOT
DO
WHAT
THOU WILT
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
Cloudy skies
Translucent souls
Cloudy minds
Opaque walls
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
I'm the boogeyman in your closet
I'm the creep hiding under your bed
I'm a twisted, broken damage case in an ugly world of dread
The Secrets that we keep
Behind the tinted glass
are diseases growing in the deep,
Beneath the painted masks
It's a strange, strange world
We've all been forced into
But none of this compares
to the Horror within me and you
HATE ME SO I KNOW IT'S REAL
FEED ME PAIN, I NEED TO FEEL
BETRAY, ERASE AND VIOLATE ME
THIS STRANGE WORLD WILL DESECRATE ME
How far can we take this?
How far will it go?
I can't see the future
Through the Pains of these windows
I'm waiting for the rains to come
Wash us all away
Waiting for the desert storm
To bring the winds of plague
It's a strange, strange world,
is it not?
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
I've spent too much time on Twitter
And now I've been in a dither
I haven't been writing
Let alone anything exciting
So this really bad poem
Was the only thing flowin'
Please don't ask, "What's with her?"
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
A part of my skin burns,
the other patch numb with cold.
Torn between the extremes,
I crave water.
Hundreds of gallons of it.
Anticipating it to soothe,
to bless the charred insides.
There’s a puddle under the table
or under my hallucination.
I can’t tell.
I touch it with my face, dreamily.
Each gulp as confusing as the last.
I am not sure how to tell
if it can be a saviour or not.
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 12:36 AM UTC
The spider knows us as nemesis—
For the homes we encroach.
But we just expunge—
a speck of dust.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 6:57 AM UTC