#visage
In the first age, InkWept bore no face at all.
He was conclusion without witness,
an ending so complete it required no mirror.
But when mortals learned to fear endings,
they begged him to wear something they could understand.
So InkWept shaped himself a heart
and placed it where a face should be—
not as sentiment,
but as declaration.
I end what I love.
I love what I end.
The heart was not softness.
It was certainty.
It beat only when InkWept knew who he was
and why the ending must come.
For ages, this was enough.
Then came Gethsemane.
She did not challenge his power.
She did not flee his conclusions.
She only asked him to remain
without deciding what must happen next.
In her presence, InkWept faltered.
Endings blurred.
Words lost their weight.
Certainty cracked—not from refusal,
but from care.
And when InkWept looked inward,
the heart could no longer hold its shape.
He did not replace it.
He did not destroy it.
It simply withdrew.
What remained was the skull.
Not death—
but structure without meaning.
The architecture of a god
who no longer trusted his own intentions.
The skull appeared only in moments of unknowing:
when InkWept could not tell whether silence was mercy
or cowardice,
whether restraint was wisdom
or erasure.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 4:41 AM UTC
the sun's beaming face
did smile upon the landscape
with a bright visage
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
If one is at an obstacle of an imposing sort
or with any other side step made, this state,
to find a way past each of these, in this life's
dangerous maze, somehow without mistake.
It's just that I've always stumbled
when I see that it's so **** far,
way beyond this side of the dark,
someone give me a way to find
the other side in the light,
if that is what it is, if this some
strange curse, a bad plight.
...or is it a greater truth?
Perhaps the "Gods are playing a trick
on me?" Or perhaps there is no way back
or forward. I look back at yesterdays
pain and see it's staring back.
Please.
Death is a visage we all put aside until
it is right there and there's no way
to avoid it. Just happen to be able
to keep running...unavoidable,
This and that. Stunning. I will write, I will
work, I will not hide. Eventually we all
have to face it, and sooner or later
we all have to try to fight it.
It's that stone cold that hangs over
you even with vices. They just happen to
be able to visualize a nicer tomb
than was waiting for you. I guess
that was worth all the human sacrifices.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 12:42 AM UTC
The day I was born to you
I was held with such care
You loved your dear daughter
Her perfect visage
Your expectations
Your future
Your fulfillment
I wanted to show you the world
I never asked for your vision
You loved your daughter
Her perfect visage
And rejected me
My expectations
My future
My fulfillment
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 6:46 AM UTC
There will never be
enough time
for me to ask the world
about how you make me
so much in love.
There will never be
enough answers
to satisfy the universe
about how great it is
my desire of you.
I would give up
anything and everything
just to be able to see
both of the corners of
your lips
curled up upwards,
forming an enthralling
smile
on your beautiful visage.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
You think you know
You think you see
The half truths you're collecting
I want to be
I want to own
The image I'm projecting
Another side
Another face
Not quite what you're expecting
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC