That is stooped on pious knees at the Precipice of a waterfall His hands reach—– Reach towards an un- Broken MeMOrY Sculpted on a tragedy That was the product Of imagination
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What is this society…?
That runs like a river I am silt caught in an inclement and Endless stream Glimmering hues and silver scales Flutter beneath me in a distorted haze of Color they Fly in the open wilderness Navigating the terrain that is their Home Flashes of coral reef Catch my wandering eyes An ancient city constructed BeneathContinue reading “What is this society…?”
Ambrosia of Innocence
A crowd gathers As my tongue dances on the silver platter Blessed with be- Headed ignorance I lick the sweet maple of Blissful awareness, From the gilded head of Apasmara Shiva choreographs a graceful routine that, Demolishes the basis of my, Existence And I am sent reeling, Into the unfeeling pits of my soul, ForContinue reading “Ambrosia of Innocence”
A new voice…
Drips from my scaly tongue sings the stories left unung A blank canvas skewed by The strokes of the brush
Indignation…
My body is seized by Paroxysms of reckless Fire Ignited by a parasite that Feeds off the helplessness in The palm of my melting Hands My caramel skin Slips to the floor like Honey Bitter on my tongue Words ramble from an irresistible Cacoethes An insatiable urge As I grasp at straws for a senseContinue reading “Indignation…”
The Ghost in the Mirror
i’ve begun to realize. that being in love with your reflection. is a common misconception. some search for gold to complete their whole- ness. their soul’s own goodness. yet the pieces of them lay strewn about like thorns stinging the soles of their bare feet. self-love is a vicious venom slowly vacating the very venalContinue reading “The Ghost in the Mirror”
Something More
The first time I heard her Name from your lips, Poison rendered me, Speechless My tongue stung with the taste of blood, Wrung out and ragged, By rusty chains The second time I saw you, Meet my eyes My heart fluttered and twirled in, Clandestine disguise It danced in festivity to the shackles draw aroundContinue reading “Something More”
Any Book Recommendations for Me?
I know I’m the one usually writing about, or talking about books. But now I’d like to hear from you all. Do you guys have an book recommendations for me? And specific genres you’d like me to blog about? I’m sorry to admit that I’ve been very busy lately, and slacking a bit on myContinue reading “Any Book Recommendations for Me?”
The Devil’s Threshold
She was a silver statue trailing a silken moon She roamed the shimmering Arabian desert And the rolling sand dunes She was the majestic zephyr, that sifted Sand and breeze The subtle kiss of a searing sun, Through the moon’s lurid beams Her slender figure cast dancing shadows, Upon an earth so starkly bare HerContinue reading “The Devil’s Threshold”
A Single Question-
The shards of glass Deteriorate as I grind them Into the dust Piercing the underfoot of my Feet with a sharp sting, Blister-ing I sift through the slowly Simmering sand of My reflection That pools before me the dagger-like claws of The past Unsheathed as they slice and sink Through the vulnerable skin of myContinue reading “A Single Question-“