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William Blake, ‘Oberon, Titania and Puck with Fairies Dancing’

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I wanted you bare-breasted, snakes in your hands.

Sandra Cisneros, from Woman at Hollering Creek: Stories; “Little Miracles, Kept Promises.”

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twinveined‌   ,

                    “        n - no  .        ”        yes        -        it   terrifies   her   intensely  .        what   could   her   life   be   not   trapped   by   the   curse   of   being   a   twin        (        but   she’d   never   let   her   sister   know   she’s   thought   of   this        )  .        “        i - it   doesn’t  .        ”

          ‘    𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦  𝐢𝐭 .    𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞  𝐢𝐭  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 .    ’     the devil provokes .   words unfurl temptation ,  a test of boundaries ,  her limitations .     ‘    you are ignorant of your worth ,   sweet .   it’s a shame really              i sense in you great potential ,  it's simply a matter of reaching out to grab it .    ’

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lifeinpoetry‌:

I am a vessel built to wreck.

— Logan February, from “Lagos Lagoon, March 2, 2018,” published in Drunk Monkeys

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grievd‌   ,

split     open    and    couture     closed  ᵎ            ruptured    and    mended.       yet    she    resists   ,      she  lives  ᵎ      from     skin   of    teeth .     from     death   she    lifts  .     out     with    riddence  ,            bonjour     to       renown  athanasia .                  the     blood    confessions    of     this      death       touched    witch   .                preserved   ,        defying  .     now  drawn to  a  close    .         she   ,         the   vile    valor-ed    lotus      blossoms    teeth    over     poison  .        who     negotiates   with     tongue    and    signs    with    her    eyes  .          tilted      poise    of     the   neck   ,      a      rebato    laced   tight   to   cover    any   slip    of     wound  indented   keloid   .      of     the   many  endured     crossfire  ,        this     scar    her     most    ashamed  .         aware    he    knows   through    the    silk  and  curtain   of    all     her    many   contrition's    .       and  yet  still   ,             with   over     arched     arrogance  .    she     knows     his      too     .          ❛     kind  of    selfish    of  you   ,      dont  you  think   ˀ   to  assume   i’d  want  anything  to       do  with  you  after  you   blew   my  head   off  .     you  could  have  given  me   a   heads   up   at   least     .           ❜      @empious       ᵎ  

          𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐝 ,  𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 ,   beneath his heel ,  the ash of his adversaries ,  the masses of lost ,  meek souls .   he has risen ,  with his father’s word on invidious tongue .   and aside him stands his couture corpse            she is exhumed  ,   wrenched from hell - fire .   unearthed and extant once more upon his demand .   i am not done with you quite yet .    ‘    oh ,  come now madison ,  don’t be cross .   i presumed by now you’d have at least an ounce of faith in me ,    ’     blood mouth curls ,  a goading glint in the devil’s eyne ,  show of glory .  and crown tilts ,  jaw remaining taut .  let her patience thin .     ‘    it was for spectacle            a bit excessive ,  i’ll admit .   but even you could appreciate that ,  couldn’t you .    ’

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scathedwitch‌   ,

                    vile  rule  from  a  throne  of  skulls   ,   poison   crowned   on   a   base   of   rot     .     the   river   styx   flowing   with   souls   of   the   perpetual   damned      &     he’s   made   his   choice   to   confront   hers     .     the   angels   that   reside   behind   golden   gates     ,     and   the   demons   ravished   in   chaos     ,     in   conflict   beyond   measurable   means     .      ❛     i would say you made a poor decision ,   ––     ❜   and   yet   under   such   a   grievance     ,     elusive   truth   begs   the   question   :   ❛     ––   i’m not interested in games , and i’m also not stupid  .  what’s your point   ?     ❜ 

          𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐢𝐬  𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞 - 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐝   between blood petaled lips ,  cunning gibes and cigarette smoke suppressed inside that sinuous ,  hollow body .     ‘    stupid   ?    oh  ,  i’d never insinuate such a thing .   in fact ,  you might be the smartest of your shitty little sorority here .    ’     lips curl with derision ,  slanderous words intend to scald .   empyrean chin lifts ,  as he presses forward ,  close enough to watch the soft rise and fall of ribs .   let these next words burn her alive .     ‘    it thrills you to slaughter the fun out everything ,  doesn’t it  ?    my point              dear madison  ,   is that you owe me a favor .   as far as i’m concerned ,  you are beholden to me .   ’

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twinveined‌   ,

*                    @empious

                    “        i   don’t   need   to   see   the   other   side  .        ”

          ‘    𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬  𝐢𝐭  𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧  𝐲𝐨𝐮  ,   𝐦𝐲  𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫                the unknown  ,   not knowing what could be just out of reach  ?    ’

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psychoatrist‌   ,

oliver took his time to answer the question made by the apparition in front of him - if he had asked such query in the past , his answer would’ve been immediately no. he’s a medical school graduate , a licensed psychiatrist , someone who used to put all his dimes on science, logic and factual data … but after all that happened during those dark days from the past , his intellect forced him to reconsider his answer . 

“ yes , “ he replied , leaning forward on the chair. “ i do . i believe in the concept of sin , of evil … i used to think it was born with us , but i’ve come to the conclusion that it just uses us as a vessel for its purpose, whatever said purpose might be… and if the end of the world is near , then evil is near us. and i welcome it. ” 

          ‘    𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 ,  𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 .    evil ,  whether we like it or not ,  has won .   it is about time we embrace that fact  .    ’     the devil grins ,  all serpent - like and vainglorious .   he leans forward ,  sharp elbows resting upon his study             in falsified repose .   another soul claimed for iniquity .   this man would now aide him in the ushering of the end times ,  hell - fire ,  his father’s wrath .     

          ‘              i knew you wouldn’t let me down ,  doctor thredson .    as we speak my people are setting outposts in remote locations ,  only enough to house a few hundreds when the bombs eventually drop .    ’

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          i genuinely look up to those of you who can make hundreds of icons for your muse cos i make like twenty and i’m like ‘time to get writing *rubs hands*’ lmaoo

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trashkick‌   ,

       ❛  i  still  believe  in  humanity,  even  if  it’s  leaders  are  shitheads.  ❜  //  @empious: sc.

          ‘    𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 ,  𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 .   humanity is meek ,   submissive ,   afraid of their own shadow                and willing to do whatever it takes to wallow in the illusion of safety they’ve created for themselves .   the leaders are even more delusional ,  thinking they’re any better than the lot of them .   quite frankly  ,  it is fruitless .    ’

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“The world’s shadow crosses my heart.”

— Lucien Blaga, from At the Core of Yearning: Poems: “The Old Monk Whispers from the Threshold” (via autumnalsonata)