I don't want to be known
As the girl who left her mark
The girl who left
Cause of a broken heart
But I don't want to be known
As the girl who stayed
The stupid girl
Who keeps being hurt and betrayed
I don't want to be that girl
Who you USED to adore
Who left her mark
To settle the score
I want to be yours
I want to stay
But I can't keep hiding
The everlasting pain
So when the day comes
That I finally crash
I'd like to hope
That it's me you catch
And not some girl
You found after some break
Because that time
Might be sooner than you think
a shark in formaldehyde by vincentludwig, literature
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a shark in formaldehyde
we are sharks
that swim
so desperately
trying
to stave off
the inevitable.
you were just
a thought in my
mind,
a point on the
horizon i walked
toward believing
it could come no
closer.
we held the
realities at arms
length.
life is terminal
we are all
terminal
though
death is the one
certainty
we doubt.
it happens to
everyone
but never us
and never
today.
(we hold the
realities at arms
length.
we hold ourselves
till the grave.)
not attachment but in the melting
away of all definitions distinctions
and concepts.
you realize the enormity of it and
reality becomes surreal,
beauty enters and you disappear.
the world of appearance is thought,
the thing in itself is what is
and what contains it
language describes it, but it's not
language.
inwardly and outwardly
what is is what exists and what
contains it is space and
consciousness.
I see the stars when I think
of your kiss,
lighting up the darkness in
your backyard and
in my mind
I think of fire when I see
your eyes,
leaving burning lines
behind your fingertips whispering
across my skin
And the roses you sent me remind me
of your voice,
the fragrance of your cadence
softening the air, your thorns drawing
my blood
And, love, you are in every drop
of earth surrounding me but
when I open my eyes and stop
remembering you,
I can't find you anywhere.
Face of Glass: Chapter One by DamonWakes, literature
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Face of Glass: Chapter One
The boar was like a thing of legend. Its nose and tusks churned the earth like water. Its hooves sank into the ground like stakes. Its breath rushed like a stream in rain. Even at a respectful distance, concealed in the scrub, ParuMe found it terrifying to watch. He tried not to rattle the bundle of arrows as he trembled: the hunters would be rightly angry if he made their presence known. SutaKe, as honour demanded, drew his bow first.
How the chieftain could see through his mask to shoot, ParuMe didn’t know. Formed from a single, flawless piece of stone, the mask was a marvel that no craftsman could copy. It had been a gift&md
if it were to be forbidden by oliviacolomar, literature
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if it were to be forbidden
ambiguity.
it hushes her remains
down to an ashen core.
it brittles her bones,
rattling the arteries
composing her virulent heart.
she kills the plague before it starts,
letting the coals in the fire
absorb her last source of
hydradation -- eating away
at her skull skin,
finding caverns to infest.
the words that she hears
are echoes, eroding
beaches of pristine condition
with salt waves and
pool tides.
blood is seeping into my retinal veins,
i hear the chirping of my heart
at my doorstep, begging to be let in
from the cold.
i shudd
Am I dreamer
because I ask of God?
Your cynicism cuts deep,
but I hope the dreams cut deeper.
Enshired in ice and glass,
as the fire grows warmer
the glass will shatter.
And those dreams will come alive
I hope.
But hope has never been enough.
I'm trying to articulate from what.
Iif you close you're eyes you'll see.
But only if you remember what it's like
to truly be set free.
By heart is choked, my mind is numb
like love held hostage by a gun.
It's so evil. There's so much
I don't know how to say.
How much I loved the world,
but the world said go away.
But how can I leave you behind to die?
I guess I need to accept that y
Enter the trance
The serpent's dance
The final insistence
A dark embrace
For just a taste
To end all resistance
Can you feel the prickling?
It's strickening
The heat beneath the skin
Flesh coiling
It's toiling
To keep your heart within
She paid the price
It struck her thrice
A flash of silver fangs
The serpent's kiss
Upon her wrist
The poison in her veins
Can you feel the quickening?
It's sickening
The swelling deep inside
Blood poisoning
It's boiling
The venom you've imbibed
Lust craving sate
She hallucinates
Nothing's as it seems
Savor for this
Her tortured bliss
As she slips into dreams
The ophidian beast
Gives her sweet release
To co