What We Eat to SurviveAlone, the air starts smelling likeWhat We Eat to Survive by RussianTim
scrambled eggs and a rat that
died in the wall. Mayflower sons,
Puritan daughters, that kind of lineage.
Alone, their thoughts detach from mildewed
ceilings. Crashed and peering under doors
with lurching frames, someone speaks.
Until. But nothing ever opens.
Alone, one voice in particular, and the train
across town interrupts it. One in particular,
murmurs an old song about the leagues of
suffering that half a century can bring.
Alone, and the first thing he sees are his father’s bones.
What we eat to survive. Cast iron shadows,
a fishing rod in the corner, sister’s torn prom dress.
What we eat to survive.
Modern CavemanModernModern Caveman by DylanSeto
Cavemen has been trained
to be slavish.
Walking in circles
to their doom, I'm patiently
Waiting 'til my brain
waves thaw. So I can blindly
crawl back to the rock that I hail from.
Would of taken a leap of faith,
if there was no possibility
Of falling off the cliff.
Let our voices end Yet or utter .She said she wanted to spend less hours with meLet our voices end Yet or utter . by LumenArtist
then spend days in my head as if you thread
your motives and then dead them instead
maybe it was the "easiest way" to wiggle to bend
out of commitment, as if it was bending a straw
then be-straight and tell me she didn't want me no more
Stroking my notes and playing them so beautifully
tricking subtlety of breaths, showing far too deep
(-ly), of what you saw and wanted to keep
them willingly. You didn't have to say "I knew" it not.
As it was your life turn't into misery into tears
you would thrash out violently mirroring fears
I held her there, till those shakes had stopped
it was the way she told me "do not leave"
that I knew you would be the one to (be)leave
romantic that i spent trying to trick you not to being t
Crowns in the Night Full of Flowers and StarlightPlucked from the field you brought me tonightCrowns in the Night Full of Flowers and Starlight by Gin-Zura
Daisies strung together with patient knots
I take a moment to stare up at the night sky
Thousands of tiny white eyes winked at me
As you finish tying the last daisy together,
Gently placing your crown of daisies upon my head
The crown placed above me, the Stars began to
Bow down and fall towards the two of us
And I rushed ahead, reaching my hands out
Shooting stars are meant to die, but I'll keep it
Alive, and they scream and try to jump out and away
But stopped as I cupped my hands over them
They were tiny yet fierce, burning and searing my palms
I silently counted seventeen, eighteen, nineteen...
Finally, I had enough to begin
Sitting down on the grass, you came up from behind me
Watching as I connected purple and white stars together
The crown shines brighter and I turned to face you
With both hands, I place my crown of starlight upon your head
Glowing and celestial against the dark night
Divinity radiated from you in a rhythmic pulse
Path to the HeartPath to the HeartPath to the Heart by Michel-le-fou
Between those two eyes
Lies a path to the heart;
A path seldom walked on before.
With a breeze like a sigh,
And two shining stars;
But for so long ignored.
Until she came and showed me the way.
Now I walk it night and day;
And I will walk it forever more.
For that day she came and she said
"Give me your love"
I gave it at once and I haven't stopped.
"All i want is love..your love!"
The CryptThe CryptThe Crypt by Michel-le-fou
Beneath a certain forgotten tomb1,
Long abandoned and ignored,
Stretching far and away into the shadows,
Like an underground plain of sand2,
There lies a crypt of uncertain age
With scripts unlike Egyptian hieroglyphs3
That no one has ever seen.
Centuries old and engulfed in the shadows;
Who knows what dreadful secrets it must hold?
1. The Forgotten Tomb by delice1941
2. Ozymandius by Percy Shelley
3. R'yleh scripts
CUT FLOWERS, LADDERS IN THE SKYAngel in the mirrorCUT FLOWERS, LADDERS IN THE SKY by RJBG
Halo's on fire
Statues made of glass
A tarnished silver moon
Transparent dreams in the eye of a needle
Jesus on a cross
I fell through the clouds calling gods name
Carved wings of stone
Exorcisms of love
A captive soul
Miracles brought and sold
Beauty in lifeSour smilesBeauty in life by GhostOfTheEmptyGrave
And broken glass
Such a beautiful life
UnrelentingShould these words profoundUnrelenting by The-Anariarch
speak of sights and simple sounds;
Eternal and Unrelenting.
I shall remain:
Should my steps now falter
at the edge of the abyss.
Should my heart now fail me
I say these words to thee.
I regret not seeing
the fruits of my labor.
Yet know this, child,
My soul could not be made mild.
Amongst the weeds I have tread.
Through muck and mire
and common sire.
I am made a humble Lord.
Lord of my soul.
With deity mind I have pondered.
With pen and ink I brought wonders.
Through Hades road my feet have met
the end of life and journeys end.
Forever is the path;
Upon this earth I shall Quake.
And from the ash of aftermath
I rise as the Phoenix.
Eternal and Unrelenting.
ReligionDel oscuro abismo del temor y la ignoranciaReligion by lobo-sapiens
Surgen los heraldos de la redención y esperanza.
Cual reflejo abigarrado de la sed de verdad.
Presente en la naturaleza de nuestra alma.
Portando el génesis cual estandarte espectral
Junto a la eternidad como promesa fatua
Pelean para derrocar de nuestros corazones
Al horror inmemorial e inevitable del olvido.
Pretendiendo ignorar la entropía de su esencia
Ciegan nuestra razón con la inestable luz de la fe
Enclaustrándola en su hermética fortaleza onírica
Para así reclutarla en su búsqueda de eternidad
A pesar de su guerra contra el progreso
La muerte rondaría en este mundo sin su presencia
Pues solo con el flagelo de la eterna condena
Se contiene el Armagedón en las almas de sus adeptos
Mental HellMental Hell by The-Anariarch
-Mind a thought, watch it grow
Watch it dance, watch it play
Feed it little, lust for more
All around the darkened day
See the moon, see it wane
See it pull a little pain
See no more, not a choice
Lids were slowly cut away
Feed it little, hear it scream
Hear it gasp, see it beam
As the night,
Around the light,
See it twitch, see it stitch
See it cut away, the little pain.
Watch it grow, through the blades
Better stare before it fades
Less you'll have to mind again
Tick-tock says the Sun
Tick-tock says the friend
Better stare before it fades
Mind a thought, watch it grow
Watch it dance, watch it play
Oh my, won't you let us
The Night Has Many EyesThe Night Has Many EyesThe Night Has Many Eyes by Michel-le-fou
Fear of being watched by a multiple-eyed creature, like a shoggoth
Night is falling like a curtain,
A dark black velvet curtain,
Over this land.
I have a dark sensation;
A dreadful feeling,
Which I cannot understand,
As though more than two eyes watch me;
And not the eyes of a man.
Eyes that neither wink nor shut;
They only stare without end.
To share or to careThe need for us to immediately capture and upload our lives is fundamentally a constant need for validation, not only from others but from ourselves. It’s almost as if it didn’t happen if it’s not readily available for viewing, and judging. We want to be judged, we want to know how others feel about how they think, we felt, during an event.To share or to care by rociobelindamendez
Although, we only seem to share the things we’re proud of, or things that we can upgrade to a brand of a life –– using filters, known locations, capturing only 1 millisecond of an entire day/trip/relationship/moment and documenting it any which way we please.
We are in desperate need of a story, we want to share our story, we want to share a version of our story that we filter and alter until we’re satisfied with how others will perceive us through this tiny peep hole.
––– A peep into a moment that in reality differed greatly, and in essence is what we wished it would have been, had w
Poem: King of SpadesYou held mePoem: King of Spades by bennydecember
You touched me
You fucked me
You had me
Now there’s pills in your hand
And thoughts in your head
You can’t take it
So you’ll numb yourself down
Until you can’t tell
You’re alone in your bed without me
We started out so innocently
A kiss at a concert
Touched your lips so gently
Never meant for it to mean too much
But now there’s songs I can’t listen to
And memories I can’t erase
If I photoshop you out of the frame
Could it have eased my pain?
Why won’t your memory just let go?
You were the devil inside my skin
Lips of cigarette smoke
And the touch softer than velvet
Thought you were my everything
You gave up
Before we even began
A quick fuck, a long kiss
Rolled around beneath your sheets
You don’t give a moment’s thought
To my presence
Whenever it creeps into your head
The way you allowed me to creep into your bed
When I awoke by your side
I never was happier than inside your arms
I wished for a moment’s
Melancholy CloudsThe sky is in deep dejectionMelancholy Clouds by mysteriouslygrins
Clouds are dark and ominous
Looking down at a big puddle of my reflection
No more sunlight which makes everything luminous
Cloudy days tells us how they’re feeling
Woeful and hopeless
The sun isn’t revealing
Sometimes I would be helpless
Gazing up the evening sky
The moon and stars are being obscured
Owls begin to fly
Darken the clouds which made me insecure
The sky could cry
I could sigh
I can try
But there is no sign
The dark clouds have weaken my heart
Somehow I wanted it to not go away
But it broke apart
Separation of these melancholy clouds that might say
I am now alone in this wretched place
No more darkness of these melancholy clouds
They’ll be part of my phase
These will be my own clouds
(S)LaughterMy dreams are weighing down on me,(S)Laughter by Thediamondintherough
They used to give me flight,
But the feathers melted away,
So I fell through the floor.
Crawling through murky hallways,
I finally stumble on a mirror
And it laughs.
It laughs through the mist,
Echoing down my spine.
I know my existence is less than nothing,
So I simply dream my life away,
But my dreams outweigh me,
So I fall further through the floor.
un guia en el edenMicro relatos 1:un guia en el eden by lobo-sapiens
Panorama: campo amplio apreciado desde un punto ll aspecto de conjunto de una cuestión
Advertencia, este relato contiene ideas que algunos pueden considerar ofensivas
-Entonces dios les ha prohibido comer los frutos del jardín- siseo la serpiente en las raíces del árbol prohibido.
-Podemos comer cualquiera, menos el del árbol en el centro del jardín, dios nos ha dicho que moriremos de hacerlo- respondió Eva decidida.
-Si su fruto es tan terrible, ¿porque dios lo pondría aquí?.
-¿Insinúas que miente?- pregunto Eva molesta.
-Para nada, este fruto les traerá muerte pero también les dará la capacidad de adquirir el poder de dios, él lo creo para que ustedes lo tomaran ¿no crees?.
-No, fue para probar nuestra lealtad- respondió Eva segura de sus palabras.
-No estás viendo el panorama completo- dijo molesta la serpiente -dios conoce la creaci
el lobo con piel de perro cap1 cicatrices p3-Sentirlo no sirve de nada- dijo calmado sustituyendo su tristeza por una expresión apacible que después paso a ser de sorpresa y preocupación -hijo, no te lo tomes a mal, me gusta la vida que llevo, amo tenerte a ti, a Veilede y a tus hermanos en ella... Es solo que a veces me invade un ferviente deseo de encontrarme de vuelta en aquellos días de mi juventud para tomar otras decisiones; Sé que soy débil, debería dejarlos morir en el olvido pero no puedo, siento que perdería una parte de mi si lo hiciera- se detuvo un momento, me miro directo a los ojos y continuo -esta es la maldición de la que tu madre y yo queríamos salvarte, un depredador no se dejaría dañar por un recuerdo, lo enterraría y continuaría con su vida, pero aquellos que poseemos un corazón tenemos esa mala costumbre de salvar el pasado de las llamas del progreso para apuñalarnos con él y temo hijo mío que pronto tengas la desgraciel lobo con piel de perro cap1 cicatrices p3 by lobo-sapiens
Lelouch x Reader - Hand Me Your Life [Soulmate!AU]The crowd erupted into loud cheers mixed with a couple of jeers that reverberated through the small dilapidated arena. In the cage below, the smaller stature contender wrapped a pair of strong legs around the hulking competitor’s neck and gave a sharp twist, causing the opponent’s neck to snap. The referee hastily jumped in and after a quick glance at the limp body, lifted the winner’s hand up high in declaration of victory. A resounding roar erupted from the crowds as the winner removed the signature mask worn by fighters, revealing the young face of a woman, tough and fraught with scars, eyes sharp and toughened by battle.Lelouch x Reader - Hand Me Your Life [Soulmate!AU] by WindMeister8
She smirked slightly, her face flushed from the fight and skin glistening with sweat. Turning away from the crowd, she exited the cage and headed towards the rest area while the masses chanted her name, (F/N), repeatedly in ever increasing intensity. She was the fastest, deadliest combatant in cage fights, the one that always went for the kill, th
Adobe Slabs Segment 5Adobe Slabs Segment 5 by MPhlox
Both boys sat on the couch and enjoyed a well-deserved break with minor chit chat here and there; not anything too substantial, by any means. Just little comments to break the otherwise overly silent atmosphere.
After M's last class had let out for the day, he went home to help Billy put the finishing touches on the living room. What should have taken only a day actually took several between Billy's job and M's classes. Mags had been staying with Billy's mom up until that afternoon to give them time to officially move in.
Both M and Billy promised themselves a celebratory beer once everything was settled. They had just popped open said beers with a clink.
Billy analyzed the label on the bottle. The beers were imports. Which meant from overseas, which meant how the hell did they get here? Of that, M wasn't quite sure himself. But the specialized travel it took to import goods over such perilous seas was pricey. Therefore one had to a.) have money, an
EclipseYou dreamed me.Eclipse by ParalyticProcess
A breath in crescent pulses
suddenly I am
existing in your pillowed fantasies
tucked beneath heavy eyelids.
there is magic in your bones.
carried by the night tide
I am yours.
PassionEvery time we speakPassion by GhostOfTheEmptyGrave
Every time we flirt
Every moment we share
Makes my desire burn
Stronger each time
So I stare at your words
And at your image
And I dream
I dream about you
Conversation in Hallowed GardensAnd there upon my waking eyes, lay at once a shock unheard. For I had drifted into sleep, if only for a second interred. The Shadow had just won against the Sun, and now covered my sacred Garden. On an average night there would be wonders all around; but not this night. For beneath my dreary gaze, a phantom, a wisp, a being that seemed a specter. It hovered at arms length, a being made of mist and lore. We stared at each other for what seemed a Moon-rise; neither brave enough to make the first move. As the seconds passed as hours, I stood from my seat and raised an open palm into the air.Conversation in Hallowed Gardens by The-Anariarch
Speak as a friend, or leave us in peace, I finally uttered.
The new phantom continued to gaze deep into my eyes, ambivalent yet calm. Then at once I heard a voice, soft yet profound. It spoke kindly, and asked for asylum in the Garden. Thus was I relieved; twas only another visitor, and a welcomed one I would soon find. I sat back down, and motioned to the specter to come forward so we might pa
Conversation with the Anariarch's SpiderConversation with the Anariarchs SpiderConversation with the Anariarch's Spider by The-Anariarch
They knit their webs well, funny little creatures of the Vine. Predators to some, nutrients to others. With grace and eloquence they knit and weave; some even glare in the sunlight. Yet despite this, I often find myself entangled in their webs. My attempts to take careful steps often go ignored; many a time I’ve had to entertain one of these majestic beings. Their webs allure and distract; with perfume and art do these learned arachnids seek their prey. Thankfully, I am allied with my Gardens insects, perhaps more to my benefit than theirs. Still, as annoyed as I am to find myself entangled in a clever web, my heart is gladdened when the webs keeper appears and begins to spin silk about my mind. For these webs ensnare the mind, and through it, paralyze the body.
And very clever it is indeed.
I lay here upon the keepers string, and bask as the flood of emotion fills my veins. Were I a lesser being, I’d be frozen in terror as one of the
Conversation with the Anariarch's EggConversation with the Anariarchs EggConversation with the Anariarch's Egg by The-Anariarch
I was sitting in my Garden one warm evening, reading a book, as usual, by a fire. I sipped fermented dew left over from the morning and enjoyed the cool liquid swimming down my throat. The book was intriguing, with stories of far away places in space and time. It spoke of ships and the people on them; of wars and politics, of honor and decay. I gaze into the fireplace and wonder if I could dream of these places. Alas, only time will tell. Mid-through my reverie I heard a sound. A somewhat familiar sound, but I could not put my ear to it. It came from the Aviary, my sanctuary for natures flight loving creations. What seemed at the sounds behest, I stood from my seat and set my book on my chair, great and comfortable. I poked the fire to stir it from its rest and walked across my garden toward the Aviary. Along the way I notice a Toad and a Scorpion gazing toward the Aviary, their great debate halted by the what now seemed to be the chirp of a bird. <
Strange NihilismI am a nihilist.Strange Nihilism by Moonflower-Essence
I try to think daily on what could possibly be bigger than life itself for us. Maybe that new car you wanted or maybe that special person in your life said yes. Maybe you lived to see your anniversary for the seventeenth time. Maybe that band finally released a new album— a really good one, too.
But how does it relate in the grand scheme of things?
Why do we work in a world where we are paid paper money to pay for useless things? Our existence is meaningless and we speak over each other like angry animals.
We are ants. Not even ants. We are so small we aren't even cosmic dust. We are absolutely nothing. Smaller than a quark. Smaller than the core of a quark, if they have those. We are the smallest excuse of something to exist in the universe.
And yet we continue to live like the merciless beings we are. How romantically inclined do you have to be to keep living this way? Do we know any other way to live?
Is it important we continue living like this? Does it matte
On Suicide And Loss I suppose I should start by pointing those of a more sensitive disposition to the metaphorical door that is exiting this submission. I’m not one to sugar-coat my opinions and the following display of such might offend; though let it be known I wouldn’t actually care. You have been warned. Go on, I will wait ‘til the ‘room’ is cleared of the undesired.On Suicide And Loss by Lilithmae1231
All done? Onwards, then.
A friend asked me what I was thinking about, and I told her, “Suicide.” Queue the horrified, concern-filled expression. But, really, what was she expecting; puppies and rainbows? The only ‘puppies’ in my mind is a pack of hungry wolves, and I prefer my rainbows to be of the bridge variety, thank you.
But I digress.
I once read somewhere that suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. I have no idea who said it first, and I don’t really care enough to look it up. I know some people who
My Beautiful Life StoryMy Beautiful Life Story by Mystic-Horns
My Beautiful Life Story
Life is full of surprises
And in the most of times
Isn't what we expect
When we stop to analyze
We see that every change creates something positive
Something different but better for us
I am absolutely certain of this
Everything I left behind
Everything that finished
It finished for a reason
And this reason
It's beyond our comprehension
It's everything and nothing
It's path and destination
It's effort and reward
My dear readers
Life is full of surprises
And in the most of times
Isn't what we expect
Every change creates something positive
Different and better
I'm sure about that
So I follow happily
Waiting anxiously for the next chapter
From my beautiful life story.