dummyant

amateur, dumbass, gay

[hedonite222]

Everyone who loves me is a liar

Skin sliding off their copied visage

I can see the blood in your eyes

And the malice in your smile

[hedonite222]

Everyone who loves me is a liar

Skin sliding off their copied visage

I can see the blood in your eyes

And the malice in your smile

[hedonite222]

While the men sit in their boardrooms and convene and coalesce and communicate and cooperate

There is a man in the road

Laid prone, writhing

The pain in his skin seeps through his pores like fire

And no one is coming to help him

Not even me

I have to get to work

[hedonite222]

They will take distance from you.

An offputting thing, born twisted and strange

Your words are silence in an uncomfortable room

And soon they will step

Backward

Further

The chasm between you and them becomes uncrossable, inconceivably wide

[rosarosarosarr]

/ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᴺᴼᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐᵉ.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ\

[hedonite222]

when Hector stands over my still frame,

where is my love, to comfort and console me, and ease my spirit into elysium?

he drags a corpse, still as stone, past

by and by and by

blinded in his hatred

I am left cold in the name of the warmth I once had

[hedonite222]

Sing, o my love,

Of valiant achilles

Strong in body and in mind and in soul

his love diffused, essence aloft

To grieve the lillies

Left on the pearl of his youth

O darling patroclus

Cold and fervently still

O sing, my love, my darling, my muse,

As to why Achilles love was killed

[hedonite222]

It's a party painted selene, cool air dancing through your fingertips and waltzing with the grass

And of course, the moonlight breaks through your thin porcelain veneer, highlights the lines on your face from smiling so often

Crackling flames fend off the worst of the chill, temperate and comfortable you lay down and look to the sky

Lunar ribbons wrap you tight, comfortable in umbral embrace

[hedonite222]

The tv is melting clocks and red skies

Branded knives with sharper blades

The men are stupid and their weapons wise

Waltzing, spinning, infernal blaze

Their infinite pity is golden and cruel

Graves for the dreamers of yesteryear

In this abstract age they'll choke on their drool

Men in their suits and their shoes and their fear

Its policy of death was the goal, not the tool

Always the victim, it's crocodile tears

Their infinite pity, they'd pity the fool

Those stupid enough to clog the gears

[hedonite222]

Theres something inside of me

Squirming and wet

It lives under my skin, skittering behind my eyelids and wrapping my brain

I dont think im real anymore

[hedonite222]

My town is orange

Sickly yellows and reds paint the sky, dotted with soot and ash from far away suffering

90 degrees and climbing

The cattle are boiling in their skin

The horses are galloping east for relief

[hedonite222]

The amicable years of your boyhood have died

And they wither, a promise lost on their decaying tongues

2015

It was there, pointed to the sky and exploding in color

And as soon as it was ours, another collar put around our necks

One must imagine sisyphus queer, trying to make them understand

[hedonite222]

And youll get home

And lay

And rot

And lay

And rot

And the pressure never stops

And its pushing at the walls of your skull

And pulling the muscles in your jaw tight like outhaul line

And its emptying your guts into white porcelain

And its never over

And its never over

And its never over

[kosmogrl]

what doesn’t kill me leaves a pit in my stomach that never goes away

[hedonite222]

firma built atop the absract

wants and lives and needs and prayers

your medicine made ephemeral

your laws placed on solid wind

think, onus

expand and contract like carcasses

carrying signals hundreds of miles away

this rot began in the middle

chasing rivers and cliffside walls, tall and wet

sticky zap to the touch

move west

eyes toward better days

grab, squeeze with your palms, onus

let the blood stain your hands crimson

The dirt will dry and fly from your fingers

Onus

Onus

Onus

never one

never two

always searching, onus

moving and creaking

spread wide, onus

[sedehaven]

Grandiflora

Wet velvet petals, tongue-like,

rasping the night air with kitten

eagerness, blushing crimson tips

on starlight white, heavy breath

scenting the night. Moon dipped

blooms turning their faces up

through leaves gleaming and

waxy as wet emeralds. In the

night, soft-skinned petals look

lipsticked and kissable. Silk that

invites lips and fingers and

tongues. Yielding under the

breeze, the flick of a fingernail.

Perfume so thick, so heady.

A beauty that invites tearing

fingers, sharp teeth, and a

wet, consuming mouth.

Just mind the thorns. Mind the

thorns. Mind the thorns.

[hedonite222]

the chasm inside of me is widening

pieces picked up by the wind and the river

many say the abyss stares back, but I think

that it demands

it yawns and grumbles like a too-big dog

it expects

the chasm inside of me is hungry like wolves

a stomach churning, evil hunger

a hunger to consume everything im given and demand more

a hunger to swallow my friends and my family

an ache to yawn wide and swallow up the firmament

to turn everything to the nothingness inside it