Blue Flame

"My soul burns with the frost of the arctic heavens"

[kirby-appreciation]

Sometimes I’m tired of being nice. One day your femur will be mine

[kirby-appreciation]

WRONG BLOG WRONG BLOG

[kirby-appreciation]

GUYS STOP REBLOGGIING THIS

[celestialsensei]

Humanity would be better off without people

J. H. Gerstenfeld

[celestialsensei]

I can't have sex with anyone because I'll fall in love with them.

Lonely Anime Guy

[pengosolvent]

this one’s a few days late due to having a lot of doctors appointments sorry it’s  just 9 pages, and about some rats… it’s more symbolic than anything really

(it’s completely unrelated to any of my songs that have to do with “puzzleboy”) Patreon: www.patreon.com/PengoSolvent

[celestialsensei]

How many artists would there be if everyone was emotionally healthy?

Requiem of the Rainfall

[maldarchive]

TO BURN A FRAGRANCE

In order to make the process of arson a gentle one, it must be done with force and a practiced grace. Those who are adept in the arts– the poets, the painters, the sculptors, etcetera– have this knowledge instinctively. There is no argument against it. Fire, like paint like language, is a medium for creation. If your skin is smooth and good to touch, you will not understand me so well.

            Slipping,  edgeless   panic        the cliff

                  rolls on and on        before me

                                       Terror-bliss        Yes,

                            I like to torture,   it is a habit

              of  practicing power    with the sole purpose of

              reminding us that it is there

I am fond of you only when the weather is strange.

When the scents in the air confuse me, I am charged with passion.

The passion of curiosity is what drags me to you.

Where you are is a dangerous place, invariably.

The thought of danger excites me.

Actual danger excites me even further.

I go so far as to hand over my body to it.

The body: take! What better use could I make of it?

Of the body, I make a spectacle.

So modestly dressed that it implies sex.

Sex, of course, has no purpose in my life. 

Other than to kill time.

To kill time: light it on fire. 

Filled with smoke, the year is a room of difficult breathing. 

Lungs pain because of the sweetness. 

The sweetness builds and builds until we fall to the floor.

On the floor, we are close enough to keep each other alive.

A single file of empty cups marches across the month until it nears its end, without a choice. In many ways the circumstance that so often leads me to sadness is your indifference towards my dancing. For you: dancing is limited to the dancers. For you: what children do is something else.

[celestialsensei]

Breakfast at Tiffany’s

I’m going to eat you into the afterlife. -Courtney Wallace

[celestialsensei]

Epitaph: Farewell

…I am no longer the trumpet that sounds the chimes that rings rhymes, ushering mortals into the halls of the divine. I no longer bathe in the ambrosian-brewed springs of mediocrity’s demise or dance in the stream of dreams where the real            and ethereal tangle in a symphony of harmony, writhing in immaculate perceptions. As tears of dreary years smear dilapidated desires over the meniscus line of wind-aided Patience, I lay in the shade of a daydream’s death, and simmer in rituals of regret. As I sit underneath the shadow of past praises and lauded laurels the direst of epiphanies                    boils within the                        catacombs of my soul,                              For  I realize: “I’m normal”.

[celestialsensei]

She's the girl I'd almost settle for.

Withheld

[celestialsensei]

I write "I can" in italics. I write "Love" in acrylic.

Midnight Masonry

[celestialsensei]

What is the difference between a poem and a prayer?

Nevermour

[celestialsensei]

Heaven’s Gate

Anonymous One: Well if sleeping with 50,000 women makes you happy, go ahead. Anonymous Two: But I want to sleep with the woman that feels like 50,000.

[celestialsensei]

Cultural beliefs don't care about your happiness.

J.H. Gerstenfeld

[celestialsensei]

Why is the light always outnumbered?

Betweenwavesandsnow

[celestialsensei]

Definitions

Take the pain of pining for a lost love that lingers luminescent embers of suffering and despair, multiply it by never-ending and that is the definition of Hell.

[mist2myst]

Yes I’m a woman and proud to be so, but I honour the trust and courage of a man whose cried shedding salt uninhibited vulnerability wrapped naked in my arms.

Yes I’m a woman it’s a blessing to be one, but I respect the gentle strength intentions of a man who admits to his fall regretting with actions not just words.

Yes I’m a woman feminine yin to masculine yang each complete, jigsaw pieces fit intertwined enhancing strength reflecting off each other’s eyes, validating what’s within.

Yes I’m a woman a mother, sister, consort one side of an equation balanced by you equally to the brim.

Yes I’m a woman as strong, as feeble as wise, as innocent as fragile, as capable as hopeful, as shackled as ruthless, as gentle as loving, as stoic as you, and you, and you my man, nothing more nothing less.

Yes I’m a woman in you as much as you are in me. Today I bow my head to that feminine in us all that nurtures, protects, opens its womb of creativity to let life sprout not stagnate decaying.

[poetsorg]

Dudley Randall, born on this day in 1914. Learn more at Poets.org.