at two o'clock at two o'clock we had been latent at the precipice of foam and sheets tangling the year's forgotten pictures into our unclean hair -- like suspended uncured meats we salted cushioned earth with friction between our foreheads.at two o'clock
two planes had passed in half an hour my flat lullabies and diminished jangled melodies warbled off chalked walls
and one tapped gilded beads into anothers ashy skin
it's four now the silver tendrils sneaking be
FairytaleSlant-edged panels of sunrise Paint pale yellow on the ceiling As I awaken from fey dreams Where you chased me in the guise Of a woodsman cloaked in green.Fairytale
I fled. through a ravine Of obsidian flint – into a verdant rush And beneath the darkening boughs I fell. at the foot of a giant Tree, as distantly, a church bell tolled.
Caught. so like a hind I froze While dew dripped down your scimitar’s edge Your hand was hard against my throat. “My dear,” you said, “the blood blooms in your cheek like a rose” I had no prayer – you knew it all
SON OF THE MORNINGWhat is the departure of silence? An echo's broken skin An aeon to destroy within Willing souls To despise an hour of the unforeseenSON OF THE MORNING
What is the embrace of shadowed solace? An enveloping chill A sweetened breath of satisfaction Frozen here The chosen isolation of your dreams
Swallow the apples of grief Bittersweet honey to hide the mold within Spores of permanence Impotent wishes The freezing brilliance of exile Bursting on the tongue A breaking strand The last call
Black wings of dissonance spread The sky fal
Love Poem..Love Poem
last night I made a man out of pillows and forgotten fragments of clothes we’d pushed into my drawers. I held my pillow-man’s hand and made sure he wasn’t too warm because it is summer; I’m on the second floor; and that was always your biggest complaint.
this morning I tried to shower but would turn off the water and run like a soapy dog, complete with loyal tail wagging, to the door thinking you’d come knocking. You hadn’t.
tomorrow will taste like the food of a week ago and I’ll wear sunglasses, whi
heyyyy
Sunny Mood
just to let you know, i enjoy your writings very much. you should get more into the community aspect of dA so that your writings become more read throughout the site.
they deserve to be read
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→ #seniormentors ←
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"Speak lightly and with feeling-
My ears are an empty glass,
And your words, the richest nectar."
- ~Kame
"bare-knuckles bleeding a stylish red
we keep our mouths shut
and scream silence instead." - ~Slaneyder
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Automatons gather all the pieces so the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation for the builders of the body of the beast
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k. myst williams
i will stop at nothing to be a god.
Your writing is so powerful, I really enjoy it. And- You like good music!
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Chornyi
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A black winter day
No, darker than that
Gloomier than an autumn night
I'm so gothic, I'm not only dead, I'm a f&^*$%# ZOMBIE!
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Your brain is mine.
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Chornyi
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A black winter day
No, darker than that
Gloomier than an autumn night
I'm so gothic, I'm not only dead, I'm a f&^*$%# ZOMBIE!
(
Your brain is mine.
~M
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