Previous Residence: Under the floorboards.|
Current Residence: Dancing on the ceiling.
(stamps I did before knowing the rules...)
A Prayer for AshGray-born creature with no eyes to seeA Prayer for Ash by DerelictVampire
the parasites crawling from the cuts and sores
sliced through the blood-rich flesh
that tells me I’m alive.
To lay aside the vein—my goal
is roseate corpuscle, thin and twisted
like vines from the grapes of wrath
so dead and dry they are less than
the smallest vistas on a gaslight road map,
illumination too weak
to cast the faintest shadow
on an unknown highway.
This is how I try to find my way,
and no horror or flurry of the carrion’s feathers
ever points anywhere
My compass broke long ago.
Still I keep it as a memento, a reminder,
of the dark, directionless momentum
toward my lovely, mindless rage.
I love it so.
I’m happy when there is no me,
when the fire burns so hot and blinding
I only understand a metal box on the sidewalk
begging me to beat the fucker
into a cabernet dream—
red and black and cracked
from all I have to offer:
thirst and violence.
Burn, burn me
Need to Believe to NeedI lie to myself, I lie on my bed--how longNeed to Believe to Need by DerelictVampire
was I convinced I needed no one?
On my back, chest heaving toward the sky,
silent sobs burst from my eyes
as hot, salty water.
My arms reach out involuntarily;
I think a feminine ghost crawls into them.
Wrapped around the air
(the place where nothing's there),
I squeeze my own body into a stupor,
muscle and fat and skin and bone
twine around themselves...
and I feel empty.
I slap my pecks with both hands and reach
to a heaven I don't believe in,
to look outside myself
and find salvation.
Not in God, the Universe, Krishna, Brahma
or a Buddha in paradise
sitting on a many-petaled lotus flower.
what I need
is someone in my arms.
Why I LiveThe snake with hooded shelter,Why I Live by DerelictVampire
shadow from the desert burn...
I sink in thoughtful solace
'til it strikes and poison hits like opium.
It has the knowing:
no malice or hate; it knows itself is fair.
When venom runs its course...
(do I rage in beautiful despair?)
But something in me fights like demons
against the seeping atrophy.
In the end, one thing I know,
should I rise or fall:
Without my life,
without my life...
nothing can be known at all.
Literature Feature & MemeDarling Angels CornerLiterature Feature & Meme by DarlingAngel0565
Hello everyone. I hope all of you are doing fine. In this journal I will be featuring 10 Literature pieces. It is something that I am going to try and do weekly.. It all depends on how I am feeling. I am also going to do this MeMe as promised. So sit back and enjoy
I know..lol, I finally have put it up.
1. What animal/creature you remind me of.
2. What color I think fits you.
3. How I feel about you.
4. Insult you.
5. My favorite OC of yours.
6. What season you remind me of.
7. Tell you what food you smell like in my head
8. A song you remind m
Walking the path, blindWalking the path, blind.Walking the path, blind by MusesDaughter
I stretch my arms in front of me and see only the
Barest glimpse of moonlight off the tips of my fingernails.
My feet find rocky purchase but
I know I cannot stop now. I've come too far and
There is no route back anyway. The past is closed.
Walking this path alone,
Feeling the gentle tug on my heartstrings of this one
Or that one.
I am compelled to stop, to hold to heal to help
But my feet move doggedly and I must leave them behind
Pleas turn to cries turn to weeping and wailing and they are exposed, the needy and the wanting. They don't need me, the
Next one behind me will do just as well.
Onwards in the dark.
Again I feel the tug and this time I stop.
Sweet oasis I am held fast and allowed to rest.
Time out of time, my heart swells with joy yet
All too soon I am pushed away and urged back on my
Solitude haunts me and I think that if I only had a hand to hold I
Could navigate this hidden path easier.
And as this thought crosses my mind I wond