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,
This Isn't DyingI look out my window and whistle.This Isn't Dying by DerelictVampire
“Pretty bird, pretty bird!” My little yellow friend
is here again today, picking at the birdseed I’ve left outside.
This isn’t dying.
My cat watches intently; she’d eat him if she could.
But she’s too afraid to go out; she’s become a shut-in…like me.
This isn’t dying.
I take another blue pill, the only thing that’ll get rid
of the heebie jeebies and make me forget
that I might lose my income
if I don’t answer a questionnaire to their satisfaction.
I have to convince them to leave me alone.
Just let me be and give me money.
I won’t think about my expired driver’s license
and why I haven’t done the simple task
of driving into town to renew it.
This isn’t dying.
Old Beatles cartoons play on my computer screen.
The voices are so off it’s hilarious.
With all their resources,
why did they allow such schlocky commercialization
of their music, t
LayersPeeling off the layers of an onionLayers by DerelictVampire
just more and more to discover.
Like too many clothes on a winter day
once you're inside and warm
'til you finally strip away
every piece, every layer of that onion.
It just gets sweeter
the closer you are
to its heart.
And this onion doesn't make you cry.
The layers we fold around ourselves,
keeping us safe, hiding
what we want to hide...
Does every part taste the same?
as we show ourselves,
Troll Mountain The troll that guarded over meTroll Mountain by DerelictVampire
(Oh, who am I? I'm a book, you see)
well, this troll set me by his feet
and opened to a handsome page
in the hope one day he'd meet
a kid who wouldn't mark his age
but together they could read me fast
and walk upon the pampas grass.
He stood for such a long, long while
and waited here with me on hand,
years crept by, he lost his smile,
his toes grew down beneath the sand.
In the distance he could see a hill.
(Or maybe it was a mountain still
not made small by wind or weather,
The Red SeaThere's a muscle with a reason.The Red Sea by DerelictVampire
It's red, so I've seen in pictures.
Every cell inside of it contracts and livessome die,
but enough remain to keep the blood pumping.
And from this beating thinga ball of flesh
that never stopsis something we call heart,
a presence that has nothing to do
with the function of its namesake.
A pain factory,
a place where love is born,
feeding on itself when there's no one to give it to,
bleeding through the walls of an unseen prison,
self-contained, twirling in apology:
"I'm sorry" to the world for being a coward,
too weak to play the ancient game of survival,
the one that makes us breed like rabbits,
that spawns a thing called self-preservation,
that gives a power to protect our chosen mate,
the ones we'll never have...
How can I believe in evolution
when I've never grown beyond the thing
that makes perpetuation nothing more than the dream
of a species close to extinction Me...I am the animal...
No wish, no prayer, no
RoutineThis morningRoutine by Rottenyellowjello
he wakes up in a room, cheap paint peeling and incense smoke
Mildew, meet cherry vanilla, stale and hanging in the air.
sink into a shallow heap of discarded clothing
as he drags himself from his bed. First he shuffles
He shuffles down the stairs to meet an empty kitchen, to a purposeless refrigerator.
Full of jam, naked and toastless
If he's hungry
he'll go out, but only he
makes his coffee the way he likes it.
(dumping sugar into that bottomless cup,
once, twice, three times.)
The clock chimes one
in the afternoon.
Downstairs he goes, again,
to the cellar
(but it's more than just a hovel, to our dreamless friend)
with his charged up beverage,
he sits and stares at a screen
Until he fades and can't get out again
can he escape from drowning?
Will he drown a happy man?
Will he fight his captor?
that sly glow, oh so precious
to save us from our boredom, to deliver us from
what, the world? Life?
To deliver us from our colors
Supermegafoxyfeatures 26!Welcome to another installment of works that are either unknown or have a lot of faves only because they're in a million groups! Oh and work from my Watchers and Friends of course . Nothing fancy here except the art! <3Supermegafoxyfeatures 26! by Andaelentari
Open ocean by Marinp Fiona Apple by GryFalck
Ladybird. by GryFalck At The Night's Watch by SoldatNordsken :thumb291523273:
:thumb291553952: GIANT Giant Panda by sobeyondthis Left behind by KarelSopek
Akira and Gunji Togainu no Chi New Year version 1 by KuroiAsahi :thumb291018443: Joy by juliusjulius
Ruze ve Fleur and Decoration by deviant-caroline New haircolor part deux 2 by Sinned-angel-stock Kare-1 by AcemHoca
Eternal life by winryheart Night butterflies by Nathiss Liberty On Fire by jpgmn
Dirty old town by GillesMaselli :thumb291348050: The Great LooK by cemito
Totoro by fadingz Sandstone Falls, New River by jonathanjessup Fairytale by FromSleepyHollow
Not an Artist by DerelictVampire Steampunk 2 by kacper00001 Feeling blue.. by IrinArt
Environ13 by daGohs Caught By An Unpleasant Surprise by Deviant-Sentient Dan Scurtu - Sunset Scene by DanScurtu
:thumb291010573: White angel of the death. by KasuzameYuu Blossom by anneclaires
no. 31 by kinska juniper by emmej iwould... by luminoire
"Kisses cold as the MoonOf that mouth in which my heart was drowned""Kisses cold as the Moon by Akhenaten-Aten
It has been unusually warm here for this time of year.. it would seem the seasons, like the world itself, are out of sync. Chaos is everywhere, isn't it? The evening skies are beautiful.. it is in such moments that I find it hard to believe so much misery and death is occuring beneath that same rising moon and setting sun.
I read a beautiful little book on mindfulness and awakening the heart using such. Despite being mocked for it, I feel it has helped me much in dealing with the knowledge of suffering. Especially now with an attack on Iran soon.. and with learning that Gaddafi was sodomized with a knife.. and the foreign rebels causing trouble in Syria..
"I'm the vampire of my own heart
One of those utter derelicts
Condemned to eternal laughter,
But who can no longer smile!"
But I can smile.. and I have.. it is all about finding balance. When love and beauty are near to me; I do not cease smiling. A mere sentence from love can set my
Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow FonderMy cup overfloweth as theAbsinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder by MusesDaughter
great poets have often quoted;
yet still I hold out my crystal goblet for
Emerald nectar sparkling in the candlelight,
Two handed I raise the goblet to my mouth.
Lips stained green with your kiss and
eyes blurring with tears.
I hold you close to my heart and listen to the
blood pump in my ears.
Spoon on the table and ice, melted
and dripping to the floor.
I raise my hand for more.
Generous you are, as with your soft-spoken words,
And refill again. My hands shake but
I am able to drink.
Drink in your warmth, your words, the
fire in your eyes.
Soak humming inside a warm crystal sphere, where even your shape
I close my eyes, surrendering to your
verdant lush love.
my heart on fire
my mind now numb.