~FrayedMothOfTheDeep
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Smoke SignalI fear our communication has beenSmoke Signal
strangled prematurely by a petty monitoring device What was before a lark is now an early grave site
calling out my many names
But now I reach out through the wreckage to deliver this message in mangled, broken, death-happy sign language
I ween my glazed eyes have said you would be the one to take me away from it all like death in the womb Between long days under ice my soul has said you were another
Awakening today with the one truth
Palpable fear feeds into my horrible mouth cavity More ancient and fragrant than
by ~FrayedMothOfTheDeep
The Second Time We Ever MetIt was one of those lonely-monolithic-guy-that’s-been-single-for-a-decade-get-out-of-jail-free-card-pause-rewind-playback moments That charm and charge him from head to tongue once in a whileThe Second Time We Ever Met
And guard his vestiges from all of these unseemly omens
I told her she should tell me her name Before I would have to guess Something I could never take back And she would never forget If I am wrong then you will prove my fault to the very best But I digress with a hope that I might address her
With and within the social context of her silken meaningfulness Were all these words I p
by ~FrayedMothOfTheDeep
Something PureIn the darkness I await my punishment:Something Pure
Here In the dark with me Worth me more, worth me less Love me more Through the forkedness asylum of your mine kiss
Delicacies so delicate Subtleties so celastrus Intimacies so intricate Fantasies so blasphemous
Name of the machine face recognized yet numbered and misplaced all the same The cat is out of the bag and smearing your rougepath of crime all over the town Gemagined faint from opposite pillow hollow, The supposed shards of shape clinging to bedpost
Wind chimes take us down as we count what n
by ~FrayedMothOfTheDeep
Numbly RememberingAs much as understanding tries to find Over ears in the void of nature truest so dense this time Fallen but I'm used to the way the current whent If not now I don't care if I ever see when Snowflake sparingly pressed just like all the rest We do not harken when we harden I know this like I knew you As you Fell asleep in the garden unnoticed Where I loved you like no other servant I shall be Yours from the winsome feet standing in maple leaves To the constellations Yours if I ever wake up again outside the strategic shadows And inhumane inanimate glaciations &nNumbly Remembering
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Sonnet IXShe haunts my thoughts and yet uplifts them so A princess with a pauper in her wake I’d pluck the very moon to let her know I’d love her till the end in mercy’s sakeSonnet IX
And now she stands, perfection born of Eve A dream girl in a league of boundless grace Although I’d cease to be if she did leave My memories will still preserve her face
I loathe myself in sight of this divine To breathe her very scent lights up my soul An intellect that far surpasses mine To hold her softened hands would make me whole
To please her is the core of my b
by ~autumn-cannibal
when you're sleeping, i writeyour eyes close at the heavy hand of fatigue caressing your brow. words become mountain creeks flowing through your ears, trickling into a deep nothingness, dark like rain-soaked earth. your breathing slows; your pulse becomes one with the steady chorus of insect lullabies on the outskirts of your consciousness. your eyes are able to see everything in this world and in every other world. you sink into the ground, swallowed back into Mother’s womb. your fingers let you taste the ephemeral as they twitch ever so slightly, rabbit noses brushing the slick, woven fabric of the wilderness’ dreams as you pass by, carried by voices as if you are a pawhen you're sleeping, i write
by ~OLoboCanta
Infrared ApolloI sit waiting in the sun. At the door, A brow appears; Pretentious and vain, butInfrared Apollo
Curved, fiery, warm. It rises, I bid him in. The sun sets; We sink in a pool of blood,
Rippling under the palm of a hand. A cheek appears, A faint smile, a broken lip: So red, an open scar.
The moon rises slowly- Sharp, vengeful crescent- And disappears behind Two black of eyes, impatient, eager.
A sour touch, a bite. A stream of crimson on my lip, And before I can think, I fall Back where I belong:
To the dark
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- Current Residence: Texas
- Interests: writing, blending, observing, drawing, etc.
- Favourite movie: The Breakfast Club, The Science Of Sleep, Fight Club, Silence of the Lambs, RED DRAGON, etc.
- Favourite band or musician: Nine Inch Nails
- Favourite genre of music: rock/metal/industrial/alternative/indie/experimental/shoegaze
- Favourite artist: Marilyn Manson
- Favourite poet or writer: Thomas Harris
- Personal Quote: "Reborn on the altar with flightless wings revealing untamed chapters of desolate wisteria"
- Tools of the Trade: the mind and its vast archive of experiences, or lack therof
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