Astray_Melody

I'll just post whatever—hate crime against me is legal /j

[astraymelody]

Even boy scouts don't know this knot... I truly outdid myself.

They should recruit me for this. Instead of tying trees, I choke them— that was definitely the right lace! Wait, no, was it this? Nope!

Ow... It wasn't even originally this tight. Or was it? Oh, who cares! Just get... Just get off, I swear—

I can't do this. I really can't do this! I should just take it off despite the knot... I could just take it off despite the knot.

Again.

[astraymelody]

I can't do origami!

Why did I peel it open? I shouldn't have touched it at all! So, so stupid. And curious. Mostly stupid.

Just... carefully. Do it carefully. Follow the orginal— that fold wasn't even there! Okay... Okay, if I straightened it first before trying again...

Oh gods, the paper is damp. The paper is damp!

I'll just leave it... I should leave it. (I should burn it.)

...He'll never know.

He'll never know I still read them.

[astraymelody]

Ow! I swear, this lighter is trying to light 𝘮𝘦!

Huh, I guess it doesn't have a choice—the wick is stubby. Now, if it only lets me get it up... I said, if it only lets me get it up— come on!

Ugh, now the wax is under my nails, and it's still not lighting! Is it too burnt? Can a wick be too burnt? Is this even the wick—

It's metal. No, it's burnt... No, it's metal? Has it always been metal?

The wax isn't cooperating! Stay together, no— stay! It'll light. It'll light, it'll light, it'll light...

It flickered.

(Barely.)

[astraymelody]

"You're too afraid to take up space. It's infuriating."

Character B scoffed, crossing his arms as he glared down at him. A rare Instance of unmasked authenticity. "As if you can talk. You're not any better!"

"Exactly! That's why it's infuriating."

"What does your 'exactly' even mean? Are you agreeing or what?" Character B groaned.

"You're nothing like me," Character A spat. Only now did he decide to glare straight at him.

Character B blinked.

"You're supposed to be better."

A beat of silence passed, with one concluding his argument, and the other's garbled thoughts pronounce him unintelligible. With a subtle, shaky sigh, Character B murmured, "That's a selfish ask."

Character A only raised his brow, his eyes tracing the floor's tiles.

"I don't owe you better. You owe it to yourself."

[astraymelody]

It was still piping hot when Character A settled the bowl in front of him, yet Character B couldn't wait another second. However, when he was about to lift the food into his lips, Character A took ahold of his wrist and lightly blew—careful to not encapsulate it with frost.

Character B squirmed in his seat, accompanied by his foolish grin. After sheepishly thanking the other, he wasted no time shoving the food into his mouth.

Character A's eyes were strictly trained on him, silently asking how it was.

He leisurely chewed, taking note of the slow drag down his throat. Finally, he lifted his head to look at Character A. "...It's good."

"You're lying," Character A shot back. He knew he was no cook, it was imposible it'd turn out immaculate even with his cautious handling!

"I'm not!" As if to prove himself, Character B scooped another bite, cooling it down this time. And yet, he couldn't resist teasing, "It's not like I'm the God of Deception or something..."

Character A didn't pout, it was above him, Character B would like to disagree, however. He couldn't help himself, it was difficult not to pamper such a spoiled noble he'd grown fond of.

He lifted Character A's hand to cradle is cheek against his palm. Putting a persuasive look he knew the other adored, Character B purred, "Whatever you make is good. You're good to me."

How could Character A argue with that? He couldn't! He accepted his fate as he lightly caressed the other's face. Instead of retaliating, he argued, "It's still inedible."

Character B gasped, offended on his behalf. Before Character A could even think of grabbing it, he quickly gathered the bowl into his arms, not unlike a mother embracing her child. "You can't throw it away! No one discards my food!"

How could Character A argue with that? He couldn't.

[astraymelody]

"Worship my body;

Condemn my soul.

Caress my neck with you lips;

God forbid, you're mine to kiss.

Trace your tongue across my chest,

Then, spit out my taste: A venomous crest.

Shred my back with your nails;

Mark me this once—inscribe our tales.

Clench my waist as you thrust—

Your fingers burn, but if you must.

Twist my body for your own desires:

I'm yours to use; I'm yours to tire.

Discard the clasp of my thighs—

Strip me of my noble price.

This body is no temple;

Condemn me whole."

[astraymelody]

"Do not draw near—

As I will spite you with my thorns,

Might I stab you with my horns,

Unattainable as I am upon my throne;

I forbid my claws to trace such frailness,

Surely you cannot desire this demoness,

You are to be set free as with me you are wingless.

Though, this awfully feels like a joke;

Must you grow torn without my lashes?

How could you tremble empty of the smite of my winds?

Why is it you're more fractured when my reflection was not found?

Such idiocy that you wail as a lost hound.

Why is it you think of I as a valued crystal—

Worthy to be blessed of your devotion?

You mustn't hold me so tenderly—

When it is I to make you shatter."

[astraymelody]

"I'm full:

Three spoons of food swallowed,

A third of my cup emptied—

They're as cold as the dread inside me.

I'm full:

No longer avid to finish it whole,

Yet, dare I ask, 'did I ever, at all?'

Get up—clutch the ceramic's weight.

I'm full:

It's time for the drain to have its fill—

If not for I, it'll be its meal,

Ease the water in to quench its thirst.

I starve:

Desire to take now consumes me;

Never will I let temptation claim victory.

My clock ticks three—the cycle is history."

[astraymelody]

"I long to be everything—

Everything is what I'll be.

The cure people pray for, I'll behold;

My pseudonym will be renowned;

Winds will carry my melodic bellow;

A strum of my threads will knit their mold;

Upon my digital stage, my legacy I'll uphold!

A throng of people will rejoice for me;

Birds will sing my symphony;

A biography dedicated to yours truly;

Chants of my tales they'll envy;

Trophies span the throne of my treasury!

Yet, my pillars rot as fragments rain;

My lulls rhythmically inflict my maim;

Inscriptures of my walls curses my name;

Their stakes raised high, demanding I'm slain;

Vanity is the cause of my own vain.

By trying to be everything—

I became nothing."

[astraymelody]

"Spilt the inkwell across the parchment—

It marked the canvas with deep ebony.

It's futile attempt to wipe the stain;

Best to leave the texts to drown away.

My words are failing—so am I.

Souls forever bound begin to uncoil;

Our stars are losing its collision.

Even with a stubborn hold—

One drifts astray, as you pointlessly remain.

My world is falling—so will I.

A constellation tears itself apart;

Its feigned pride no longer kept her high.

The tunnel's light was never of glory,

Just my own freedom dangling before me.

My life is ending—so must I.

Fret not when I lose the grasp of my existence.

After all, what more is there to lose?"

[astraymelody]

"Is praying for ones downfall such a hellish thing?

It mustn't be—heaven knows of my buried sins.

I merely ache for the warmth of my fated home;

It burns, yet for once I'm caressed along my bones."

[astraymelody]

"God plays favorites;

I'm my father's only child.

Earth is my home—

Heaven is my throne.

These angels are blasphemous—

They refuse to pray for me!

I've sworn their wings will rot;

I was skinned of my glory.

Pinion strips not the skin—

It mangled my identity.

This hubris is timeless,

Even Lucifer will banish me.

I was born from worship,

Bury me in a temple;

Cleanse my mortal body,

If not my immortal soul."

[astraymelody]

"Grains of sands are hard to clutch—

For they seep through the spaces of my hands.

Neither can I touch the clouds;

As I am forbidden, I'll only fall through.

Still I felt your impacts across my chest—

As I stand below the landslide grieving the fallen debris.

Let me witness the bitterness of your storm;

Spite me with the wind—I will not flee.

Drowning in the ocean, yet it flows softly;

Tides now peaceful after it engulfed me.

Still, there's something left unclear as I proceed to sink—

Are you to blame or is it I who's on the brink?

You may be the disasters, as I am a mere human;

Yet tragedies are never fixed, they are sculpted by a man."

[astraymelody]

"This one is but a paradox —

The opposition of my whole.

Longing they'll hear my soul's dialect,

When there was no breeze to hear —

Brailles are sought after.

I strum my chords in minor key,

Still, I'll expect they'll sway with glee;

Continue to twirl below the chandelier —

It is not the viola's neck I cleave.

Engulf you with my tidal waves —

Yet you mustn't dare drown;

I mean only to caress, why had you descended?

Frames refuse to reflect my truth —

Trailing behind instead;

The walls reflect the answers we seek —

Yet engraved are the craters of my deception.

To perish, one must strive;

To be found, one must hide;

To become everything,

One has rooted from nothing.

This one is but a paradox —

Merely a contradiction of my existence."

[astraymelody]

"Soulless eyes of the porcelain,

I wonder if there's a spirit within;

It cracks beneath the moonlight,

Moving to arise the plight —

I fear it'll cease my life in the quiet whispers of the night

The rays pass through, it did not depart,

Still as it may as a relic art;

Yet, I know it is near —

It'll spike behind the rear.

Bound to be tragic, with no one to hear.

Time passed encapsulated in the exhibit,

There's something I can't quite point out —

My vision begins to tilt.

That is no statue,

And I am neither prey;

Not when it is I who tumbled across floor,

With my fragments decorating the marble,

And the empty feeling of my core.

I needn't be afraid, no need for I to hide —

For it was to be my hands to carry my demise."

[astraymelody]

"Anak ba ako ng aking ama —

Kung hindi kami magkakilala?

Kinagisna'y isla ng kaniyang presensiya;

Pikit na ang buwan bawat pagkikita.

Akap niya'y munting halik ng kaluluwa —

'Sinlamig ng amihan bagama't bahagya.

Kinalakiha'y pasulput-sulpot na mahika;

Lugod na pinagpala ng kanyang gantimpala.

Sa bawat dayo ng pamilyar na mukha —

Salamin ang mata ng aking tagalikha.

Kinilala'y mistulang kambal na persona:

Mula kutis porselana sa hagalhal na tawa.

Datapwat katiting ang pagsasama —

Buhat ang mana ng imateryal na biyaya.

Ako nga'y anak ng aking ama —

'Pagkat kami ang isa't isa."

[astraymelody]

"The broken fragments stare back at me,

It's not quite right that meets the eye.

Various hues glow as the lights hit along,

Thin frames are blurred, almost cracking—

even it knows its existence is wrong.

Who is the monster in the mirror?

Startled hands withdrew back;

It does not follow my lead.

A vine of cracks blooms through,

Though the glass fractures—

The image grows clearer as it breaks through.

Between you and I, which is the one who longs to escape?

Shards scatter across the marble.

It pounds: once, twice, three more times.

The punctures stills, the silence lingers,

Eyes trickled down to gaze upon it—

Glinting on the floor, forming a replica:

Unrecognizable in the way it's shattered,

Familiar in the way it's mine.

Who is my reflection?

Better yet, am I who I reflect?"