FukalahYou migh lika fukalahFukalah by DerelictVampire
Fuka lommy bee,
You migh lika fukalah
Fukala wi' me,
Soyeefa tryah fukalah
Fukala wi' yoo,
An' moona summin' offa yah
Me fuka lommy boo,
Buh sunna fuka stahli'kye
Ee gooda fo' me bo,
Wi' yooen me'an me'an yoo
Goo fuka whatee fo',
So yoo migh lika fukalah
Fuka awny long,
Ifah keepa fuka yoo
tuh breaka ponny dawn,
Habby yoobee lonny time
I theena mussa bee…
Buttifer fadah finus
Ee fuka killamee!
Fear Has an Hourglass FigureEvery word melted like hot dough in a vat of acid sauce.Fear Has an Hourglass Figure by DerelictVampire
A mouth, gaping like a dead iguana, showed rows of white teeth,
while soft smiles twitched in the upturned corners
of other people’s lips.
For one moment, a human tesseract revealed itself,
unfolding into the universe
like a missionary hearse transporting dead converts.
They were spectators…He was an apotheosis—a becoming
that swept their human faces under the rug
of an ignorance they never knew existed…
even though the dark wrinkles of placid mediocrity
cut through their skin like canyons—the landscape
of their small knowledge so obvious to anyone who looked,
yet so invisible to the walking flesh
that carried worlds within every greasy pore.
You can’t jack up what you don’t have;
every tiny peach of slim reunion
lets another chance pass by…until…
until we stop counting our age in years
and instead mark the number of times we failed to try.
I’m not ~~ years old.
Just Call Him LouI discoverJust Call Him Lou by DerelictVampire
I’m standing over the toilet trying to pee.
I seem to have forgotten how.
I squeeze the muscles around my bladder mechanically,
like a man milking his first cow
without guidance or instruction.
“I’ve seen this in the movies,” he thinks,
and tries to apply that knowledge
with the same lack of finesse
as a teenage boy
the first time he’s got a handful of teat.
The next thing I know I’m falling.
My head bumps against the bathroom wall,
and the toilet rushes up to meet me.
“How do you do, toilet?
Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
“Likewise, good sir,
though I must admit,
you’ve caught me at a bad time.”
“Oh? What seems to be the trouble?”
“Not feeling up to scratch.
I think I’ve caught something.
Mine’s not the most hygienic life, you know.”
I nod sympathetically. “I can't imagine that it would be.”
He continues somewhat awkwardly,
Life As a ZombieI crawled out of my hole and looked around.Life As a Zombie by DerelictVampire
I was enticed by the offers of a world I'd turned my back on.
For a while it seemed so good
The forest is grand when the sun shines,
or the stars glitter,
when everything blooms in piercing color,
and even the floating bits of dust seem like sparks of magic.
But I'm a bug crawling through the undergrowth,
not ready for the big shoes of reality that squash everything underfoot.
After a brief romance with life again,
the horror of the world rushed in and reminded me
why I left in the first place.
I don't know if an unlived life is such a tragedy;
there's a lot to be said for the walking dead.
Better to be the darkness than let it engulf me.
Better to eat your brain
than offer mine to the masses.
I traveled far from home:
the hard rock cave that protected me from the elements,
where I lay as an ancient, undead creature
We Are the LightI thought raw truth might move them.We Are the Light by DerelictVampire
sincerity might make a difference.
But against an onslaught of misunderstanding there is no defense.
I'm called names.
I'm told I can't defend myself...
even while I'm fighting back.
Why do I continue?
Because that is what I do,
that's what we do.
When the people out there tell us we are unworthy
of compassion, respect
when they tell us we are nothing
and don't deserve to even be here,
The Future is a Rabbit I never expected things to change. Living in the monastery away from the rumblings of society instilled in me a peacefulness the citizens of nearby Edinburgh, with their modern steam engines and bustle of industry, could never understand. But when she came all of us turned, momentarily, from the communion of evening prayers and introspection of morning meditation to a new presence, a different grace that burned bright and distracted us for a time until it was gone. Then nothing was quite the same.The Future is a Rabbit by DerelictVampire
I was born in Aviemore, a little town up in the highlands known to the rest of Great Britain as only a small tourist destination. And we did have several bed-and-breakfasts that catered to the incoming element wanting to experience our "quaint" country living or the neo-Celts who looked for anything mystical and slightly misty. But what I remember most were
DidgeridooIntrepid moments play like fire against all our unscreamed becoming.Didgeridoo by DerelictVampire
She lies there in my lap, pulls my neck to her face
and kisses me on the cheek.
I don't question it.
I don't wonder at all the other opportunities that lay in wait.
Her kiss is sweet. Her smell like a flower.
In this moment, it's all I've ever wanted all I could possibly need.
Whatever it means tomorrow,
she pulled me to her.
I hear the far-off sounds of an ancient trumpet.
Not brassy but earthy
as if the world itself, in its primordial blossom,
was crying softly on the wind.
I want to be in that space.
I want to float on that breeze.
sometimes my heart wants to...sometimes my heart wants to... by cutofakiss
sometimes my heart only
skips a beat every moment
i think of the last words ever
spoken by the sound of her voice.
it's those words that cause our
heart to jump out of our skin.
if only i could throw it away
in the garbage can for it to be
buried in the desolate earth for
the ground to find like her.
those last words were stolen
from her when she flipped into
an ever lasting dream that she would
never be awoken from again.
maybe our hearts were only
lies of what we thought they could be.
being fame for a day doesn't
make me forget the beauty
risen from her face because her
heart was surely bigger than all.
sometimes i wonder if i gave my
heart away like she did hers
if i could just disappear from this place too.
the thoughts were broken as were
the wishes that she once had.
because life was taken away too short
and i think that it would sometimes
be easier to take my heart and bury
it beside her body to ease the pain.
if only she could have taken me with her.
Night Time.staying up at night. simple.Night Time. by sarahnlove
you go without sleeping.
your only consequence is what?
being a little sleepy?
a little hungry?
what about that feeling that you get?
that tugging feeling that most people enjoy?
that i once looked forward to?
its become a feeling of hatred.
it brings back memories long repressed.
things that i wish i could have forgotten.
my body will not let me rest.
i have this horrible feeling every night.
i can only lay in my bed and brood over lost happiness.
i go through every moment of every memory.
reasoning with myself.
wishing things had been different.
so what am i now?
im an empty shell.
there is nothing left but memories and this hatred.
ScornHer restless heart cries, Love! I am here to be found,Scorn by Vigilo
Everywhere - here - following voices of all in Greece,
Yet from her mouth, there is no sound.
A fair nymph's merry voice once rung from sky to ground,
Until the cerulean-eyed Queen gave it cruel release –
Her restless heart cries, Love! I am here to be found.
And vainly she, swift of wind, silent of voice, follows round
Her beloved, who scorns her with lips of cerise –
Yet from her mouth there is no sound.
The wind carries her silent lament, for he himself is bound
To one who wears his scornful azure eyes and vain fleece;
Her restless heart cries, Love! I am here to be found.
Surely she knows Eros has struck her beloved's heart deftly around
with passion for a brook whose laugh slays a heart's peace.
Yet from her mouth there is no sound -
The fair flower, who holds Echo's heart, pines as a lover drowned
in longing, for the murmur of his river lover will not cease.
Her restless heart cries, Love! I am here to be
So Frustrated I Could SleepI'm tangled up in dreams,So Frustrated I Could Sleep by Bee-Ham
Suffocating in my delusions of grandeur.
Hope has never pissed me off more.
My attention is stolen by false gods,
My efforts squandered in a factory.
I'm going in circles and expecting new destinations.
Every sound is a glass-shattering whine,
Every touch an unrelenting throttle.
I've politely requested a ten foot radius of personal space.
I want to destroy every aspect of your life,
I want to explain how you're nothing,
I want to smash this bottle across your pretty head.
but I'm Canadian, so,
Give me the wine,
Give me the weed,
I'm going to sleep.