The Silent Hive

Future is in the slowly overgrown vines around our bones

[olimpogioieedisagi]

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Bacchic frenzy, tie my hands with snakes, arms wrapped in ivy, the guitar now sounds like a flute and our claps like cymbals, neon lights: mere fireflies, he roars into the microphone and they all cheer.

Sign of horns, sign of power, the moon a chalice, everything is changed, flashes of pine trees through the memory, orange sunsets among blue snow smirk playfully.

Take us home: we beg, with each departure from sobriety, each sip a plea, each bottle, a song, eyes closed may fool one into believing he's asleep. He listens, carefully, like poets of past eras listened to the crickets.

Fear o denier, for when the eyes open you will see through them a myriad dangerous marvels

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Mother, I've been wounded away from your gaze,

mother I've been suffering in secret silence,

mother, let me set those fools ablaze,

mother, look away for i boil with violence.

For the hubris of one man is the perdition of many more,

and only now, the nature of life can enter my pores

Mother, life is a feast, ecstasy and battle,

dancing to the rythm of a copperhead's rattle.

Mother, life is no place for a quiet obedient child.

Mother, i was lost and found myself in the wild.

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This blog might as well be dedicated to him

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In dreams of deep slumber and utter confusion, right before me He stood, long and flowing locks of curly hair, i could not distinguish whom i looked at, eyes of changing lights, colours not from this world in the form of dark distant stars, inspecting my mind, a dangerous yet playful chuckle of amusement, to my continuous dizziness.

The One of Hidden Name

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i hope this counts as appreciation

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Tomorrow is a chance. What will you make of it?

[earthsealover]

Reblog if you’re an Apollo worshipper and/or a Dionysus worshipper so I can follow!

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Still taking what feels like baby steps but yeah

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Sometimes i forget that leaving for a while and coming back is okay, always wondering if it's something I've done

get your self together, Silhiv

he is just wandering around

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The scent of eucalyptus, or a gateway to a forest soaked in dew?

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Tasted the poison, felt the power. Like a dream i knew before, could it be, could it be

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"the sky is so pretty" i say

"you have a thousand sunsets painted on your skin" someone replies

shocked, i examine my arms, it is indeed a certain yellowish hue, interrupted by numerous yet small and thin shadows . it never occurred to us that we could reflect in small parts, the natural wonders of the living world.

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Their gaze is beautiful, cold and sharp like broken ice

the muscles of my phalanges slightly shrink in painful bliss, it's arousing and yet distant, as if they feel it's their duty.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to or don't feel comfortable with it" i think

the glacial eyes express surprise for a moment before a little joyous cackle echoes as their coldness becomes sweet and playful, almost as if rolling in the snow, the sensations continue, this time it's an intimate game of exploration instead of formal business.

Cold and Free, I'm happy when they're having fun