Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore

[ravenetteweptred]

Intro Post:

Greetings upon thee my bosom folks in despair, a few things you will inevitably come to find out and realise you are repulsed, before that which you find out let me spill my heart to you. Perhaps the truth will settle a little lighter.

Who I am

-A creature existing only in your long forlorn evenings when the sun has set and yet some light remains.

-The raven that weeps tears of iridescent blood.

-An ancient amethyst dagger

-Your mother's hands reddened from washing her newborn's clothes

-The pomegranate juice rolling down the elbow of the 10 year old

-The last leaf.

Why do I write

Because I find in myself the voracious hunger to consume and be consumed, like all artists I am a bit crazed if I do say so myself. I vanish and return as my bouts of insanity do. I believe I write in an attempt to immortalize, no, how vain, that must be the 10 year old fruit chomper speaking. I write to make sense of who I am, you see there is a lot.

If you are perverted in my dms I will turn you into a chalice upon which I will feed on your loved ones blood.

Otherwise everyone else is welcome. Come let's discover what we must.

[ravenetteweptred]

To God,

I have so much to say to you, and yet when I go to write I come up with a wisp of sunlight, a laughter distant forlorn. An echo, telling me that you created me for the sake of worshipping you. To choose to see all sin and still rest my head upon your distant oh so distant cold lap and say thank you creator for this life lived in search of meaning not knowing what I was doomed to roam the earth for, not sure if I should want to know of I should be self aware? Intelligent? Free will? To choose damnation, eternal hell fire or your respite, perfect pure, true. What choice would you make creator, if you know everything and nothing moves without your will why do I? Did you make me move out of the sole glee to watch me flail about in awkward silence in heartbreak in panic in hopeless misery. Misery that pushes me to sin. Tell the man starved, of the sin of gluttony. Tell the man dying, who gazes upon his wife ome last time like a man parched, of the sin of lust. Tell the woman scorned, forgotten, caged, of the sin of hatred. Tell me Creator does it help to make you feel something? Oh wait you already know it all don't you, you the maker of the initial sin of curiosity, the sin of trust, the sin of pride. Do you love us the most of your creations then why do you let the Other, mislead us, do you perhaps love, "him-it-her" more than I? Did you make me just for your eternal entertainment, until I start questioning you or until you simply get bored, and then what? Draw the curtains the play is over the actor is dead the stage is destroyed. Apocalypse.

[ravenetteweptred]

On a sleepless night, you'll suddenly remember how you used to be a literal baby, 15 will sound so young to you then. You will hear from someone whose face you can't remember that your childhood is over and you need to earn your living- earn your right to live because you aren't inherently allowed to.

But it's ok because your childhood has been over for quite a bit. You will maybe choose one of your hobbies to earn money from in the best case scenario, the worst? You live someone else's life and pack yourself away in your little stuffed elephant plushie.

Someday your earphones will play your songs quieter than your thoughts, but before you get the chance to increase the volume your thoughts will get you.

Because you must earn your right to live

[ravenetteweptred]

I'm tired, maybe I should go home, maybe there is no home left to go back to.

[inkpressedpetals]

[ravenetteweptred]

I don't know love that feels like home

Only a journey endlessly long,

A name etched in stone,

A sure death siren song.

Sad eyes like midnight, I can't forget,

The smell like a salty cascade.

A heart that I must hold in secret

Peace, that I must forfeit.

As much as I hate and curse,

At the end it's a weak farse.

For the moment when I'm jubilant

My heart, stomped by a booted elephant

Is the moment those eyes that don't see

-my love, those meet me.

Don't have to be mine by right,

And don't have to requite,

My affections, that I will never show

And yet everyone that knows me must know,

The name of my unrequited lover, my archfoe.

-Raven

[ravenetteweptred]

August is almost over, and as much as I'd love to like an exciting happening life, I still prefer my own company with a teeming cup of coffee from which vapor drifts languidly and melds with the cool northern breeze.

August is almost over and so much has changed, and yet here I remain like a pedestrian stuck in a time loop on a city crosswalk that never sleeps.

[metamorphesque]

Paruyr Sevak, "To Go Mad" (translated by metamorphesque)

[artandchocolate]

Mahmoud Darwish - “Memory for Forgetfulness” 

[ravenetteweptred]

Do you ever just suddenly come across their photo on a random Thursday afternoon after they completely forgot about your existence and it just knocks the breath clean out of you?

[picklemafia]

Since you’re always coming up with cool prompts and all, here’s a little one for you:

Not to sound like a nosy anon but, what’s your biggest inspiration when you write? Spill the tea 🍵✍️ And tag a few folks to answer too”

Great question! Really just little pieces of my life in general. Usually people I've met and the experiences we've had. I've had a very interesting life so it's the easiest thing for me to write about. So many different ways I could word the stories, so to speak. And so many different stories. I have bits of my life I've never touched in my writing, though I would like to change that.

@moonknightmaiden @noxnightingales @peepeepoopoo3d @butwhyareyoureyessosad @nyx-tenberis @faemaril @behindstonewalls

[nyx-tenberis]

^^ Thanks for the tag @picklemafia..

So.. what inspires me?✨

All of my works are inspired from my own life experiences, what I have seen, felt and observed.. but I try my best to dress them up in a way that anyone reading could see a part of themselves in it.. ^~^

Now you guys..

@wrentalks , @lucilleambrose , @faemaril , @knight-qoheleth , @knownunderthemoon, @aheartbroken14yo, @amaramyaccount, @stfuandreaa ..

[faemaril-deactivated20260517]

Thanks for the tag Nyx and Pickle ✨

It rises from all corners, every page turned, every moment lived adds another spark to my inspiration. The people I've met, the experience, the characters and events in books and even something as simple as a quiet walk in Nature can offer a compelling moment worth writing about. That is why the work I decided to share here reflects many voices. :)

I tag the following:

@knight-qoheleth @lucilleambrose @moonmurmurs123 @liyaklynn

[moonmurmurs123-deactivated20251]

Thank for the tag @faemaril and @aheartbroken14yo

Little things. Random thoughts. Deep feelings I don’t say out loud. And every day things happen :)

You guys:

@ravenetteweptred @thephilosphytruth @dayaar-e-ishq @my-name-is-anthony-gonsalves

[ravenetteweptred]

Thanks for the tag @moonmurmurs123

My intense desire to set myself on fire with the amount of hopeless romanticism I hold yet there is no release because I tend to drown people when I try to water them, my diagnosed sisyphean burden of bpd, and the literal shit show the world is right now (politically), the movie Black Swan, the music piece Swan Lake by Tchaikovsky, Russia, coffee, the sound of rustling leaves and how they sound exactly like cresting waves, the blue fabric of the sky, the sky weeping it's woe upon human beings (the rain), the poem Raven by Edgar Allen Poe.

And you?

@justwatchmyeyes @myrattlingheart @poetic-questions

[ravenetteweptred]

Hello people of the Twitter for cool people. I refuse to call it anything named by musk.

[ravenetteweptred]

We were just sitting you remember? It was probably someone's funeral and I wanted to say I love you. I had no words, so I got up to pick the flower on the highest vine on the tallest wall, but could never give it to you.

Years passed you faded away and so did those flowers, as if extinct; And today suddenly a picture of the flower with no warning just as I'd begun to accept the disappearance of them.

[ravenetteweptred]

About 8 years later, your innocent face looks troubled, you have a scar on your left brow from some unknown hurt. You have grown but there still is the little boy I fell in love with hard, the boy that looked after my skinned knees when I fell, somewhere in there, or so I hope.

It's been 8 years since you looked into my eyes properly, we are no better than strangers and yet the thought of another woman caressing your face and being looked at with the love you had for me makes my soul scream.

It's been 8 years and 3 months, since my heart was at ease.

It's been 8 years 3 months, 15 days, since I heard the song without thinking about you.

8 years. 3 months. 15 days. 23 hours. 49 minutes. Pretending I am doing a great job forgetting you

[ravenetteweptred]

Revenge

Crown that glitters like a thousand diamonds

Gilded throne, sumptuous feast, gorging gourmand

You built a moat and the tallest tower

And swam ashore when it caught fire

You stared at your grand naïvete

That you thought could protect

Your empire on my grave

The power that you crave.

What you couldn't acquire you stole

Your vows in oaths and hyperboles.

Your hour glass

sand slipping past

Your armour of lies has a crack

It's your time to payback.

-Ravenette

[ravenetteweptred]

Blunt is the knife I worship with skin, for my lover can't bear to see me cry, my eyes have been slashed- Out of mercy- is it love's pity or is my lover afraid, love you to death or atleast till you're no longer human.

-Ravenette

[ravenetteweptred]

The answer to the eternal paradox of self awareness is between the fervent beating of fists on your mind-"What am I?"

And the incessant whisper of the heart- "I am, I am, I am."

-Ravenette