just thinking

drowning in that fog of mine

[vangoghcore]

by alexbeckett_

[intp-the-thinker]

am I really a person or am I just a bunch of most fucked up posts glued together

[deathgasmic]

i was not made for hookup culture. love me for an eternity or do not touch me at all

[intp-the-thinker]

How old are you ?

in reality, 20, but mentally I'm either 5 or 65. there's nothing in between.

[intp-the-thinker]

I am (The Centipede)

I am a centipede. I am the clay in your hands, the smoke in my lungs, the gulp in their throat.

Do you feel my yellow tongue and laughing teeth? The crawling legs of centipede? Sticky lips with which I br(eat)he?

For I am a centipede, living inside of your ear, the Gluttony of Heptapédé.

I yearn for skyfall, as I rape my dreams of you. I lie in endless sodomy with your divine innocence. When I taste your sweat, as you impale me through, I become the Lust’s shine, as you finish, our dance.

Eyes closed, your blood rains from my heaven. I am the one who drinks the pools of Jupiter, the Wrath of the high and holy Seven. My mirror in your empty glass, a kill without a single stutter.

I’m set ablaze, my body is ivy, my heart, which wants to possess, a whispering eggshell. I am the Envy, so tender and senseless, and I am nothing but the jealousy that burns in mirrored eyes.

I devour the earth, I become a dream, a wish of every moon at night. - Who's the cruelest of them all? - The thought you see deep in my bright, the truth in every crystal ball: That no one glows more than me, my light, I unravel, your knees melt, and I take flight, as I make you my own, in all my morphing Pride.

Frozen cocoon is my fortress, made of silky hands I bind. My spit is timeless. I am destiny, I tie the Fates' knot, I am a moth of imagined symmetry. Hypnos is my godly child, I, the vengeful Sloth of life and mind.

Wrap the world around in red scales, thousand legs, fulfil my desire! I welcome the gunfire, on my face your dregs, planted in me is your seed. Every death belongs to me, as I grew roots in ceaseless Greed.

You can close your window, hide your soul, but I'll still enter through, the gate that is you, for now I am the winter wind, and if I am a poem, I am not my own.

I may never be seen, but you'll hear my touch, as I exist, as your final sin. I will make you scratch your heartbreak and with you I will die, therefore I am.

[intp-the-thinker]

it's just me and my tiny little madness against the world

[kkota5]

[intp-the-thinker]

woah

[kkota5]

[chaosophia218]

Brehm’s Tierleben - Snake anatomy, 1920.

[chaosophia218]

Illustrations by Tanadori Yokoo, 1975.

[slimetony]

Not to be vague but not again please

[tear-stained-carpet]

[nikish-sa]

[intp-the-thinker]

I almost forgot how it feels when my heart beats more for you, than to keep me alive. Almost forgot how weird if feels when my heart starts killing me more than keeping me alive.

[intp-the-thinker]

Wire

Visions with you,

too much of me,

warm palettes burning through the air.

When I see you, I think you might be

made for summer and fall.

I wonder what goes on in your brown and blonde,

behind the shades of your lashes.

I see,

and I wish I don't,

who you are, heart in ashes.

Those songs caress all failed premonitions,

they make me scream your name.

Anger dries my tears, distortion's

keeping secrets of when you came.

Made unreal by the stream of time,

was my thought of what I want.

For everyone you are a simple crime,

for love, you are a cruel taunt.

How do you fit such a cold tenderness

in a look so bright and dark?

My song for you no God will ever bless.

With flashes you take my spark.

Stealing what you might've liked,

I call it, "you of mine".

Widened pupils become spiked

by every lying sign.

Sign, a sign, that's all I ask for.

Show me why, and who you see.

Make me close your pierced door,

Let me drown you in my sea.

Desires, loves, obsessions,

where does one draw the line?

Again with you,

those empty visions,

of holding you in a forest of pine.

Tell me "no" out of this agony,

don't make me do another art.

My heart rhythm has no harmony,

trying to play this life-death part.

I sleep with every dream of you

and me, in my safe embrace.

Let me go, still have a few

tries to burn this case.

I'm suffocating under all your images,

I try to breathe your every word,

stillness towards me slowly dances,

I don't hear no morning bird.

You made me deaf, you made me blind.

You made me mute, you made me cry.

Until next time, wave to me,

In the end you'll come to me,

and whatever this tries to be,

I want you,

fall for me.

Leave.

for s

[intp-the-thinker]

Hearing you don't have to get happy or mentally well sometimes sounds more peaceful than hoping for things to get better.

[intp-the-thinker]

honest me

There's a blue freedom in the distance,

dazzling through my heartily holes.

Fate performs its' never-ending dance,

a strangeness slowly insouls,

it's an obnubilation.

A white rose petal fell in the end,

in an attempt to escape

this world the quiet cannot defend,

without a kiss on my nape,

where love is a court.

I tease the fate, and I pray to destiny,

to demolish my mind for me.

I scratch my arms, my nails become skinny,

I dream of what he'll never be,

when he plays the desired part.

Thoughts of them are circling in the drain.

My thousand eyes are closing,

to protect the remains of closeness from rain.

I know I will be losing,

and I know that's what I want.

It's liberating, the reoccurring wound I carve,

my fall spreads my wings,

visions and hopes only make my heart starve.

I'll never be one of the kings,

I'll never be the one in control.

Wandering hands of those not seeing me,

I'm rarely, barely sleeping.

Wondering how alone one tear can be,

a wicked want is creeping,

inking my dreadful night.

No one's rotting the growth of my life,

no one but my beautiful heart.

Purple insideness calls for a dive,

I failed my chance to start,

again I get too tired to cry.

To cry.

To cry.

For him, for them.

For their wasted care.

For a not returning love, and returning pain.

I cease to understand.

I cease to be understood.