Me-in-the-memory @crowseyeviewed - Tumblr Blog

Greetings. I am called Seraph. Here I keep a collection of poems, frequently more akin to a stream of consciousness. I write what I reflect. Time and time again my works are penned in my own blood, my skin as the parchment.

Whether despite or because, I hope that you enjoy it.

My tagging system will require no explanation. May you hear what must be heard. Such is all I have to say.

#Seraph’s Feather

sapropel

The difference between a fetish and a kink is that a fetish grows down from the ceiling but a kink grows up from the floor

naprasno

InThesamewayawoundcravesaknifetHeywalkstepinstepintheirabyssaldespairthehellaroUndmeiscarvedinyouRimageyourlaughwovenintothefabricapalmagainsTachildiShturntheothercheek

even now

#corvid’s soul spectacle #grand intervention

ifuckinghatewhales

Ok. Polycule assemble. We all knew Sinclair was in love with Quixote right. Like it was obvious. Everyone list a reason. I can’t stand him. I’m sat

crowseyeviewed

Yes.

#Such is all I have to say.

I only miss it a little bit, and only on occasion.

And I see flashes of you when I close my eyes;

for a moment, an ache, the ember of desire,

your palm against my cheek again, and

I find myself wondering where I’ve been.

#corvid’s soul spectacle #grand intervention

It seeps in slowly, as ink stains a page.

I could offer you everything, and yet you cast your gaze aside.

I wonder if you did not hear me.

I wonder if you do not want to be loved.

Perhaps I shall run away instead, discarding my direction as I simply walk until I can no longer. Flee into trees and high-rises; traverse the highway with my wrists bleeding onto the moon beating my back.

Speak my name or I shall disappear.

Never again to enter nor exit your sight.

#Corvid’s Soul Spectacle

thrashbeatles

a little zine i made.

oneheadtoanother

The number of people responding to this post claiming to be bodhisattvas is hilarious. If you'd resolved your karma you wouldn't be on tumblr.

averyterrible

A warlord asked his teacher, a great monk, what he would do in his next lifetime.

“Oh,” he said, “I think I will spend a few lifetimes on Tumblr, most likely.”

The warlord was astonished. “Your merit and virtue are renowned far and wide!” he responded. “Why on earth would you be condemned to Tumblr?”

“If I did not post on Tumblr,” his teacher responded, “who would be your mutual?”

tinylongwing

A true story:

Nighttime on Rota. It's very dark out. I begin to hear scratching at my hotel door.

I ignore it, but it continues. Eventually I decide I have to know what it is so I cautiously open up while keeping the chain in the door lock, ready to block the opening if it's a rat or feral dog.

I look down. And down a little bit more.