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For what is divine Dress it all in gold Let your worshippers plead Let them beg It never dims To be worshipped in such ways Honesty in the cruelest form The fools all gathered But who can ever change it? You sit upon youe throne of dead No one has yet to cause your fall So many sweeps So many perigees Is that why the engines of war, Never slow? Alone forever upon your golden fist Or is it the fate of Divine? All are meant to service ...Read more
When i shut my eyes Dust of what has been Always lurks It whispers tales Tales that must be told If no one hears Then what was the purpose? If i don't suffer Every second Through this Who will listen? One must listen To the tales ... - none of - it is - working well - maybe another one will work better - ... > #writing #poetry
Five Four.. Three Two One Sometimes when I shut my eyes. I can see figures dancing behind options that lay before all. Every choice. Every breath. Every beat of a bloodpusher. The draw of breathe of one's last.. It was something that I was already familiar with it. The way that someone shifted their weight across their feet. The way they spoke in hushed tones. The way that all abide by the rules of the living. If I shut my eyes, The sound as their blood flowed from their bloodpusher throughout their body made it easy to picture where every organ was. If you focused yet again. You could the...Read more
Run run run Run as fast as your paws can go If you stop, You're gone Run until you bleed Run until the words double Run away from your responsibilities It'll consume you wll the same Wait until the hunter's barrel, Leaves a hole in your skull That is surely the end #writing #poetry #gore
There was a little fox who lived in a meadow. Foxes don't belong here Little foxes Little foxes don't belong in meadows They're all tricksters The little fox's coat was black. It stood out Run away little fox, Work - in - progress... > #writing
Working.. - Trying to - think how to - write this - transition > #writing
The last time I spent a moment with other people. Jade, John, Dave and a few more. I didn't say a word. I stared outwards towards the black sky. My eyes wandered, I'm quiet to not interrupt anybody. I don't feel worthy to comment on anything, the most I did was save Jade's jacket from falling off the bench. It was clumsy and awkward. Jade just laughed and told me it's okay. There was no thank you. Maybe next time, I'll try and be more extroverted. Next time.
Break my bones / Fill my soul Am i just another unfinished symphony The lines are blurry as is See the broken lines with pauses An side effect from something wrong Break under the pressure How much can you add to fill a void? Will it ever be finished Will i bleed Or will I rot? Is the days getting longer? Will my sins be forgiven? Will the blood all be worth its weight? Will i break? The void inside of me What is it? #writing #poetry #cw-mental-health #death #cw-violence
..I forgot to finish that poetry - what did I have - huh - .. huh - I guess its - fine.. - probably > #writing
Summer is warm It is the season of livihood Bright and full of life The season of birth was before The cycle forever turning.. In the fall, it'll start to die But today it's alive Summer rains and warm breezes The moons at their brightest Shut your eyes And all is fine Too - short - ... - its fine - i think > #poetry #writing
Red on my lips Blood on my hands Watching the lights in eyes Go ever so bright Watch to see what reflex happens If you are still enough You can feel as blood rushes I wonder it'll scar Will it add to the collection-- bad thoughts bad thoughts - I shouldnt - why can't this go away > #writing #poetry #injury #cw-gore #gore ?
I Normally Don't Write. Whatever.. It's For Soneone Else. I'm Not Good At This. oh Skeleton Girl oh Skeleton Girl are You Okay? you Look Unwell is It The Gifts? is It The Way The Eyes Of The Sky Look At You? oh Skeleton Girl oh Skeleton Girl is It How Your Eyes Look Haunted is The Scent Of Death? skeleton Girl Skeleton Girl are You Okay? put On A Smile you Could Do Whatever As Long As You Color In The Lines lonely Despite Yourself is It The Shade Of Your Face? is The Way That You Feel Numb? put A Smile For Your Only Company the Fact That The World Is Too Much? skeleton Girl S...Read more
Transcribed - friend - wishes to - remain - anonymous - ... > Choir Boy, Choir Boy What are you doing? Shouldn't you enjoy how rare you are? A treasure as you are only gets more rare Choir Boy Choir Boy Look what you did Choir Boy Choir Boy She'll find out Choir Boy Choir Boy What will you do? Choir Boy Choir Boy You can't wait the smoke Choir Boy Choir Boy Left all alone with matches What will he do? Choir Boy Choir Boy What have you done? Choir Boy Choir Boy Flames at your feet What will you do? Tempt the sun Run away? What a shame Choir Boy Choir Boy You hide the tru...Read more
looked at a writing - i did - i find it weird to understand it - I did write but - too many human terms - ... > #writing #rambling
His face reminds me of sunlight He lights up a room The stars never align They never align So what? If the fates won't I'll make one The stars remind of him It feels like a sin Why would I be allowed this As the stars didn't align I want to taste love With all of its negatives I want to bleed But Love is not that harsh Maybe I can learn to love softly #poetry #writing
Your pan was being pet. It was odd. You expected pain whenever her fingers curl on the base of the curve of your skull. It was quiet like this. She didn't dig her pink nails into skin until it reached bone. Millions and millions of little thoughts always rushing through your thinkpan. You wonder if it would ever stop. A rough shove suddenly to the floor- Everything is fine- You sat up somewhat as she started to walk out. You wondered if you should follow. Everything is fine. You don't follow and lay down to how you were prone. Your nails scratched into the tiles.. you'll get yelled at later, but sh...Read more
Remember! - we should not worry - please - ... > Suffocating was the first thing I had woken to. There is four basic survival instincts when faced with danger. You freeze at danger. You fawn in hopes of no more threat. You flee from it and you fight. Scratching and kicking as someone choked the life out of you is an strange experience.. They only stopped when my vision started to blur. Tears ran down my cheek at some point, but they just laughed and held onto me too tightly. Why were they sitting on my chest? Their hair draped over me and seemed to consume all light. It was too long. Their eye seeme...Read more
× Xx/xx/xxxx A Oddity Managed To Stumble Into My Collection For Reports. Subject Is 221 Centimeters Tall And She Is WVide. This Subject Is A Purpleblood WVhich Is WVhy I Find This An Oddity. I Nevver Havve My Hands On Purplebloods Nor Am I Familiar If They Havve Any Assorted Rituals In Honoring The Dead. Givven, Howv This Is An Alterina And I Am Not Long Before I'm Forced Off The Planet As WVell. I WVould Assume.. Likely Not As I Havve Yet To Hear Of An Motherfucking Ritual For Their Dead As A Result, I WVill Havve To Modify Due To This And Other Factors. I Am Unsure Of WVhat Her Face Paint Is ...Read more
... - i - want to make - poetry - about someone - again > #writing #vagueposting
× ...dammit My Reports WVere Off Track. I WVas Being WVeird In Them.. I'll Havve To Rewvrite It. Sigh #wvriting ×
. in Times Like This Of Silence And Doubt as I Sit By A Windows Scorn. i Loath To See The Peregrine. the Source Of Which Why I Am Torn. for I Could Be Out There. Running And Not. why Aren't I? Fear Disgust? or Perhaps Its Something Else. something That I Distrust. theres No-one Else To Blame But Me. for The Fear That Strikes My Soul. my Only Wish Is To Have It Be. but I Who Has Control. .
Two bound together One could say they were the same Will they die together? Or one will outlive the other? There was a queen and her servant. She was known for her wickedness and cruelty yet she was only close to her servant. The two never seemed to be apart nor did they seem to be different people. You could have mistaken one another for each other if you didn't know any better. Many rumors surrounded them. How could this be? Some even said that the queen and the servant were one in the same. That she used the servant to escape duties that she didn't want to do. "Wha...Read more
I always liked your eyes. It is hard to explain whys. It reminds me of an pearl. Trolls tend to think of pearls being white, but.. no. Not the case... I enjoy your life in your actions. I enjoy how you spark with every action you do. I enjoy your laugh. All of your little mannerism and how nice you try to be. I don't want you hurt given.. the possibility of harm. Um... thank you @megaloMemes #writing
Okay - um - ... - 50 Follower Story that was from my Personal Life.. > Every story needs a beginning.. This story isn't much of a happy one, but I dont think he will ever know this. I met a friend a very long time ago before he ever knew me. I wandered and explored often. Someone wanted me culled and no will to try it themself. I was walking alone in the middle of the night as I passed through a neighborhood. A chill ran down my spine as I dodged barely as I felt someone behind me. I felt bleeding down my cheek and I fell upon the ground by the force of the impact. I looked up shiveri...Read more
Therewas a boyand a knife and thatbog existedfor onr readon. Hewasmeant to die. picked by the stars dor this as the goddess wasn't pleased by hislife. Ifshecpild. Hew9ildhavemever been bornsyall. thisboy was supposed to skay the goddess andbthen hell woild be the goddess after her. Thatscaredhimdeeply. He neverlikedtheidea as the goddess was thebgoddess. She e asrsthlezd snd divine like tje sun He wssakin to her as he was Horriblebafbafbadwriting At the end of theline there wass a only purple that spreadand reached from the cracks as reality breaks.. theesoundof bells are h3ard with each...Read more
Objectively/subjectively In pitch darkness the art of obsolescence I'm aware that I am here, alive for now swimming or drowning in unchanged breaths I ♥ what I lack, because gratitude comes from absence knowing the gaps between my bones, the air my lungs expel had at least punctuated something I don't know whether it's my pusher that's thrumming unsteady gasps or death spilling in array but the space is filled regardless. #poetry #writing #forfun
The ocean is beautiful to some. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder as they say. I don't see its beauty much. Vibrant colors are meant to warn of venom and poisonous lusuii after all. It is dark and it is muddy, but it is bright and clear as well. If you go deep enough and you're unlucky. You can feel as water enters your lungs as salt burns your eyes if you are not a seadweller. If you die in the ocean, your body will get eaten and your bones will settle in the sea. It is almost calming when I think of it that way. The way that you'll die and no one will know what happened... You'll be dead and n...Read more
× Xx/xx/xxxx The Subject Is 164 Centimeters In Height. The Caste Doesn't Need Checked This Time. The Caste Of This Subject Is A Goldblood. This Is Due To The Cause Of Death Being Bloodloss From Multiple Stab WVounds. You Almost WVonder WVhat Happened WVhen The Count Is Twventy-twvo. One Broken Horn From The Twvo Sets. The Eyes On The Subject Are Typical Of Other Castes. This May Suggest That The Subject Had WVeak To No Psionics, And Or A Minor Mutation. Skull Is Intact And The Subject's Face In A Dulled Eye Agape. This Points To A Long Slowv Death From Bloodloss. Some Injuries Havve Been Determined T...Read more
What a basket case Stuck in replaying scenes over and over The exact days you were abandoned The days that you saw a friend change When you couldn't stay your face The exact moment you forced tears Panic lacing the sacks in your chest If you hurt more Will it force tears to your eyes You wish you would cry The pain doesn't feel enough When ...Read more
Bad dream - bad dream - bad dream - ... - hurts - hurts - I dont like - how - my bloodpusher - hurts - why can I feel tendrils in my pan - why can I hear - as a friend flaunts > #dreams #writing
× Xx/xx/xxxx Subject Is 133 Centimeters Tall. Skin Is Paler Than Normal. Cause Is Unknowvn At This Time. Subject Seems Younger Than Most Of My Normal Ones. This Greatly Upsets Me More Than I Can WVrite Dowvn. I Hate Deaths WVhen They Are This Premature. I Despise It. Her Hair Is Discolored And Has Murk On It. Her Eyes Are Clouded As WVell... I Am Unsure If I Should Proceed As I WVould Into This Process. It Is Unfair For Howv This Seems To Havve Happened. Further Examination Revveals Old Burn Marks. It Could Be Speculated For The Cause Of These As Many Possible Things. Perhaps She Had Been A Po...Read more
× Xx/xx/xxxx The Corpse WVas About 179 Centimeters In Height. The Skin Is Mostly Intact WVith Major Bruises Across The Neck And Bellowvsac Enclosures. Most Color From The Skin Is Unchanged. This Likely Means That The Death WVas Recenet. Rigor Mortis Has Set In As WVell. This Means That He Died WVithin The Past Twvelvve Hours. Based On The Horns, This Might Havve Been A Olivveblood But That Thought Is Confirmed By The Bruising Pattern. His Bellowvsac Enclosures WVere Broken Per Mortis And He WVas Strangled As WVell. A Fewv Quick Cuts Across The Chest After Removving His Clothes. The Pieces WV...Read more
Names Names.. Identity Purpose Names given by others Given by someone Is it cruelty My name never felt like my own An name given for what? What was the purpose? Time.. A name meaning Time What were they thinking? A reminder of what they had? Of what they lack? ...Read more
⌬I need to start WRITING down some of the CONVERSATIONS i have, knowing full well i can still REMEMBER. i just get WORRIED i will FORGET!! #writing #mentalhealth?⌬
Sitting in a something luxurious never quite fit you. A thousand conversations all at once and you shut your eye to focus in one. "Must she be on th-" You opened your eye lazily and looked into your wine. You wonder if you should do something about him. Would the stir be worth it it if you kill him. All here were.. too cold for their colors. It made them look washed out, but what did they expect from nobility. You felt empty inside. News of a scheme heard your ears and you couldn't help but smile. You hoped it was one of those ones.. #writing #gore #dreams
Plucking petals They love me They're kind to me They care too much They love me not They don't know my wrongs All of my broken pieces They wouldn't be as kind They shouldn't be kind They shouldn't No one should talk to me They love me People like my writing They think I'm cute People enjoy when I'm nice They dont mind my quirks They love me not Why wouldn't they? It's surface level ...Read more
"|-=-= > There must be thousands more who would be a better storyteller than I. < =-=-|" "<- As I love the hatred in your eyes. Thousands could pass and I would still draw forever bored. I find myself drawn to how much you try to hide how you despise me. You won't dare kill me as you'll fate a punishment worse than death -3" "|-=-= > You're despicable < =-=-|" "<- I love you as well -3" #writing #violence
Was it a shock that a monster such as you wouldn't leave a mess? Why would you have ever thought you could care for another living being. Look at what you did. Teal blood spattered along your hands and the ground from a mangled corpse. Bones splintered like twigs from how they stuck out from the fur. You just had to snap its neck, didn't you? You wanted love immediately and all-consuming. You can't force something to love you. You just had to force it and then you lost control. What is wrong with you. What is wrong with you. You knew what you were doing. Why didn't you stop. You could have stopp...Read more
"Can't you pay attention? Stand up straight." As stiff as a board as you straightend. It was hard to think with her so close. Your thinkpan hurts. You tried to follow along the steps that had been painted upon the ground. Her grip always seemed a bit too tight for comfort. The room was lit well for once. It may have been a ballroom once. The curtains was fainted in pinks that burnt your eyes if you stared too close. The room was too quiet here. Eveything is fine.. Her dress was pretty, was it silk? It seemed like it was a cocktail dress or were you wrong? Your thinkpan still felt fuzzy from l...Read more
Everything is okay. Everything is fine. The morning light didn't burn and razor all of life. Warm light filtered through windows lazily. A party laid out for thirteen. Everything sorted by color accordingly and one at the head with deep scratches marks into a symbol. Dark walls and dark tiles that seemed to absorb all of the light. Skeletons laid limp in their chairs all but one at the head of the table. Everything was fine. Eveything is fine. Faint humming filled the air. A small kiss against the bone of an skull. Sitting at the head of the table. All was fine here. It was peaceful. Raw meat...Read more
Sometimes I remember your smile I remember how we were like I always hated your lusus Cruel and strict You were kind Sweet You were so sweet I wish we didn't end up this way I wish you were okay We spent so much time together When did we become worsen off? I dont know if to cry or not Never thought it would be like this I miss someone who was too weak for this place He lives But we are both different Reminiscence of before It feels like a tear I want to love you like I did I want to not feel scared It is hol...Read more
Sugar stars One Two Three Collecting like pages Another for the collection Four Five Six "Love" as little stars If I collect enough Will I understand it? Seven Eight Nine It doesn't matter I'll keep these in a jar "Love" is sweet Is it not? #writing #poetry
Perhaps it was an idiotic desire. She always wanted to dance; She would be up on stage and perform for everyone to see. She would be graceful and loved for her skill. Every time she woke, reality set in the end. She was no dancer nor could she ever try to be without worrying about what would happen... ------ Never - escaping - drafts I think - Why - are - names- so hard > #writing
Lusuii are strange. Less of a writing and more of an analysis this time. I have always enjoyed studying them. Dropping my own voice as an author to actually express more. I have met many lusuii big and small. Sadly, I don't ever have photos of them. This might be a mistake, but I feel lighter than before for some reason. The first lusus I have ever met by myself was quite odd. It was an digitigrade type. It had six legs but it wasn't an type of an insectoid. It had four eyes on each side of its head. It reminded me of an subspecies of hopbeast. Its eyes were on its head such it is typical of prey. ...Read more
Could - I get - writing theme for something? > #writing
Blasphemy on my tongue Blasphemy in my thoughts Blasphemy like the river of blood Aren't you ever so divine? Looking down upon us all like nothing Meaningless gears in a machine Nothing but maddening madness As I grasp at straws for understanding Nothing but a blight is what I want to be Nothing but a blight is what I need to be Oh if I was a blight I would be the worst that I could be If I drive myself insane- I'll drag you down with me As I won't stop until I see agony upon you. As blasphemy on my tongue Blasphemy in my thoughts Blasphemy like the river of blood Discont...Read more
Mother may I? Mother Oh Mother May I join you please? I promise to be good Mother may I? Oh Mother may I? I swear that I'll be good Mother mother Please I promise I'll be good Mama Is my writing good? I tried to be like you If I do it better Will you love me more? Mama Mama Do I have to see her alone? She scares me Mama Mama I learned to sing Do you like it? Mother Mother I promise I'll be good I won't break anything May I come with? Mama please I'm good i swear Don't abandon me Don't leave me alone If I learn how to sing bette...Read more
Sometimes I forget things- I'm particularly horrible at names. I remember faces very well though. I remember the faces of those I have wronged and those that I loved for longer than most seemingly. I can't remember someone. her face nor her name have vanished. I can't remember if her hair was red like someone I knew or she had painted her horns in red patterns. I remember her warmth in contrast of how cold she was. She left often and long. I can't recall if why she loved yellow. I remember her disgust at me. She hadn't been the first to be disgusted. It hurt less than when she told loud words with n...Read more
Trying - to think of what to write - It is - being - tainted with - horrible things - ... > #writing
Quiet as light As loud as thunder As tall as a tree As small as a squeakbeast As large as a dream As proud as a noun As buzzed as a bee As bold as a melody As brave as a fool When I'm bloodie I swear that I swear that I am holy That it is salvation For ichor flowing is a blessing Is it not alike to messiashs? The accursed blood that spills Holy as it can be Is it not? Worship her feet like dogs ...Read more