Evolving Perceptions

  ☯ Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow ☯  

[crazykatnipz]

Bound by Sin

My Master calls… My Master’s voice calls me Back to the broken ground. Barefoot in the cold, Hands trembling without sound. A gasp… then the strike, Tears carving down my face. The world turns to silence In this unforgiving place.

How long will this take? Another mistake—Another breaking. Hallowed breathing, Body bleeding, Still obeying. “Get up, animal…" The command sinks in. Compliant survival, Forever bound by sin.

Red eyes cut through the dark, Nails digging into earth. “Filth, you’ll always be,” A sentence without worth. The ringing grows louder, Another blow begins. A cycle unbroken— A penance for unseen sins.

Hair tearing—Scalp bleeding. Bruised body, Mind pleading. I crawl…but I’m still bound by sin.

How long will this take? Mistake after mistake—My spirit shaking. Hallowed breathing, Still believing, While I’m breaking. “Get up, animal!” Your voice beneath my skin. Obedience is survival… And I can’t escape your sin.

[only-cat-memes]

[only-cat-memes]

[crazykatnipz]

Sacred Excarnation

Embrace for impact as sounds collapse The void has chosen a silent node for taking Acid webbed beneath affliction Surrender conscious of uncertainty Empty the chaste that holds these strings Across sacred circuitry  Cease rebellion and crease the tension

Cross-wired behind these lids Abritrator hear me Needles thread no more Arbritator hear me This gale is overthrown Arbritator hear me The squall pulses these bones

Census speak the rite of calamity The echoes spread their decay Penalty repulse the sanctimony Their affliction spreads tumultuously Relinquish the altered carcass Delicately hollowed the chosen

How long have you waited To discover the gospel of dry bones Are these words your bride Did the veil confess to offense Have you endured enough now Pursue the blade or submit to reckoning A paradigm shift of intellect

Cross-wired behind these eyes Abritator hear me Needles thread no more Abritrator hear me The sphere is bleeding Abritrator hear me This ether is no more

The darkness humbles the host Awaken the trumpet Disorient those who gather amidst Awaken the trumpet Subdue the profane to comatose Awaken the trumpet Desecrate and flush their veins

The sphere shifts like a thief  As ash falls from above No more solitude for silence As these echoes are deafening Like a moth to a flame The embassy displays no more

Damned to excarnation Persue the blade or submit to reckoning

[quotefeeling]

“Never have I dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul, which sometimes helps me and sometimes opposes me.”

— Imam al-Ghazali

[catasters]

[unmedicated-momma]

[crazykatnipz]

The accuracy is painful XD

[unmedicated-momma]

[bevsi]

silliest girl award

[ahfuck-why]

face holding is something that is so precious and personal to me. yes, grab my face or cradle it in your hands. i'll gladly put myself under the mercy of the strength of those hands.

[thepersonalquotes]

"that's my girl" is one of the sweetest and cutest thing that i really want to hear, like yes i am. you're right say it again

[mun-dane]

on love arriving unannounced

[mun-dane]

so overwhelmed by the love my little poem received, i wanna cry

[lustingupon]

[landsccape]

[furiousgoldfish]

the amount of downplaying you have to do when answering 'how are you' and don't want a person to be horrified or badly concerned for your well being

[crazykatnipz]

Decadence

Where words fail to reach my lips Sounds fall short of designation A whirlwind of expressions Monotone mentions

An empty escape Where chaos rules the night Sleep take over Toss into the night and bind up like a cacoon A safe haven for tribulation

Dissolve the lacerations With this mental disconnect Disguised by teeth-digging Into flesh and bone Captivate the pit of white noise.

This empty escape That lets chaos rule the night Sleep took over Tossed into flight and drowned out The safe haven for tribulation

Escape the melodic sound Of internal screams that bleed Out over the white spaces Yet this place is of resemblance Of the olden left behind

Hang Persephone out to wither Cut off the leftovers of this symbol But allow the emblem to dissipate Give into the spells cast upon the night Let sleep welcome you in. This empty escape Chaos rules the night Sleep has become present Yet the flight of it brought destruction To the safe haven of tribulation

Toss the decadence into the deep Let the waves crash over There is no wake to find Drifting into the void where the abyss Speaks to sleep

A slumber so intense Yet those lips fail to speak when they hold the truth Vacant of expression Monotone mentions Welcome the decadence of sleep.

[art-creature]

acrylic & pen on paper