@watchingAuthor — #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 ?
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
... - i - want to make - poetry - about someone - again > #writing #vagueposting
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
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
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
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
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
I - found a - note I - wrote - um - I can't actually - read this - I don't know - how I was - before > https://files.catbox.moe/8vl0ws.png #writing ?
Someone who is vibrant I have wanted to be as vibrant as her Jealousy is ugly I have always enjoyed those of those shades As bold as a noun Colorful in ways I never pictured Brighter than life That is why I always wanted I don't mind if I'm not I want to be close enough to feel their warmth That is enough Orbit around such shades I'll be okay then #writing #poetry
Due to my unusual upbringing, I was never close with my lusus until I was older than most. I ended up with my friends around me much in my early sweeps until I was three sweeps. Then I only had her for company suddenly. Her and I. A sudden switch from my view as those people were my world. Quiet. It was quiet besides my lusus for the longest time. Handed off everything that I was already supposed to know without ever teaching me. There was two letters and one I never got. Looking back, it may have ruined my view on myself. What a joy to know me paired with hatred and bitterness was the first. I have...Read more
" Bloodlust and joy at pain What a worse mix than that? I don't want to be hated I'll bite my tongue if you want I'll bleed I'll pray to something I never believed in- Will you love me if I bleed? Nobody will ever love me like they should If I beg on my knees If I beg If I beg Will you give me something? Give me Give me something Give me something I know I don't deserve it I know my efforts are for not I know as I beg Give me something as I love you I love you so Give me anything If I break my horns If my bones break If I do what you want Will you love me back? But ...Read more
Oh for when i was young You always sang Oh my doom, oh my faith Oh my loving death What did you ever mean Lost time of the sands Oh sing to me Time of the Sands Where is your mercy? Your justice? Yet you sang Oh my doom, oh my faith My truth and execution Oh melancholy heart Was this your plan? For I am filth and I am sin Give me a taste of love Mercy to strip it away Give me a reason Give me a reason for this Oh time of the sands Give a reason Give a reason Give a reason G...Read more
At times I forget kindness Kindness feels fuzzy As fuzzy as an dandelion It feels sickening Kindness without merit It feels like illness An infection Suffocating Nothing but vile rejection I want to embrace the fuzziness Maybe I'll die I might not mind it If it is this comfortable #writing #poetry
Oh if I was a weapon I would be a gun Oh if I were a weapon I would be a gun If I were a weapon I would watch my blood run red Oh if I were a weapon The sky would bleed Oh.. ohoho If I were a weapon I would be a gun If I were a weapon I would be gun Ohohoh... If I were a weapon I would watch as heads roll Oh if I were a weapon I would watch as limbs tear Ohohooho If I were a weapon I would wish the world end Ohohohooo.. Oh if I was a weapon I would watch as my blood runs If I were a weapon I would watch as heads roll If I were a weapon Would you tell me if the world ...Read more
At times In the quiet There is thoughts Bitter and hateful, Harsh and cruel Golden and hopeful "Gold" To be golden is to shine A soft metal that is valued much more than anything else I always despised gold Gold like chains around my neck My hopes, my dreams Drowned in gold Gold to flatter the past I wished that I didn't cling To tradition To memeories To careless thoughts To the many things Is the Sun golden crimson? I wish to see it Sta...Read more
Disclaimer - Please please - don't worry - just a character piece - Don't read if the subject - will mess with your - emotional - state - ... - I just - thought - it wasn't - badly written > I don't want to be an skeptic I don't want to be a dreamer I don't want to be a failure Burdens on my pusher as Always Always my birthright Not a world where It isn't I should be happy I should be happy Told that I am above Statements made that go Against those statements I should ha...Read more
Here - we go - ... - It got - a bit - darker than - I meant to - Sorry > ---- Knots are confusing So very many types The silliest names for them Frayed Knot Overhead Knot Square Knot Sheet Bend As many types, As the stars I wonder If I tied one over my throat Would that be enough? Enough to exist I should do more If I tie it enough Will I stop Will I be fixed? I can feel th...Read more
Moons The Moons are Bright The Moons watch from the sky It is strange My mind tugs at the seams A tapestry that is woven The freckles of distant lights The green unnerves me Unnatural It feels much like whispers The whispers in my thinkpan Something is there I can feel the freckles against my pan The moon is too green It has always been green It unsettles me It reminds me I can feel it against my eyes It is not natural There are eyes watching There is eyes ...Read more
Um - not - actually - mine - Transcribed? - wrote it down - She - said it was fine - to post it - I thought - it was nice > " If I had known that it would end like this I would have casted my thoughts aside Oh why must you be so cruel Oh why must you be so cruel... You worked your way into my graces And for what? Nothing but bruises on my knees You wanted us to be the duo to reign Oh my love You wander and rove All for what? Were we meant to be doomed Oh my darling dove Why did you leave me Your flight was wha...Read more
Dark and darkest, nothing but chattering. A feast with everyone you have ever cared for. Isn't that so nice? Just let your mind blurry and distract as screams filled through your ears. Drink wine as if it's the ambrosia of the world even as an eyeball falls into your glass. The table decorated in the tackiest golds and everything you have always hated. An veil to hide your face from the people as every single person was replaced. One head to roll, three heads, and five bloodpushers carved out from where ribs had protected from that fate. You looked up and you see nothing that you ever wanted to see. ...Read more
Okay - um - May - have - done - the - free writing - for - an - character - um > One Two Three I'm my own worst enemy Everybody can tell if they look too long My own worst enemy For if you look close For I am made of glass Look too close and you'll find nothing of worth Oh if you look too close You'll just find a rotten spirit Rotten to the core Some may say whatever do you mean But I just know they're being polite As why would they ever dare say it to my face I am my own worst enemy...Read more
[ Guard of The Bird's Garden ] Awaken by an haunting sound. It vanished without warning and your eyes open. Your hands aren't yours. Your hair feels wrong in such a way that doesn't feel like it should have been. The texture wasn't correct. Your eyes blurred without a cause you knew. Laying on a cold floor of every color that made up existence under my nails. Shades that reminded of fresh blood. All of the colors that was possible under your hands and all within my grasp as it were. Legs that refused to move correctly- Move the way that they should and in the mirror against the wall- You see why... Th...Read more
My - age - keeps - bothering - me - I - keep - remembering - things - from - when - I - was - younger - It - feels - odd - to - yearn - for - some - of - the - things - I - do - I - am - not - 'old' - but - I - am - not - young - as - I was > It - feels - like - i am - afloat - That - my - pan - has - been - ripped - apart - by - itself --- Ah - rambling - I - might - try - to - start - an - story - for - here - What - should - the - idea - be? > #writing
Okay - and a - one - two - three > Oh for when i was young You always sang Oh my doom, oh my faith Oh my loving death What did you ever mean Lost time of the sands Oh sing to me Time or the Sands Where is your mercy? Your justice? Yet you sang Oh my doom, oh my faith My truth and execution Oh melancholy heart Was this your plan? For I am filth and I am sin Give me a taste of love Mercy to strip it away Give me a reason Give me a reason for this Oh time of the sands Give a reason Give a re...Read more
" Bones were an confusing concept when I was very young. The idea of something under my skin that no one was allowed to see as that meant that something bad had happened. A structure with layers of blood and meat. Wires to control the material that was just out of reach. For that was how all living things functioned when they had these 'bones'. All living things functioned on a system of wires that one's pan controlled. Pulses from the body to the wires to make all things function. The first time that I had ever truly saw them not within the prison of form was at a unexpected event. My friend had ta...Read more