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Hoarding your fancy bred with original writing and a side of tea . My soul is quiet as it is a dried up wasteland, but occasionally I sip syrup from a figurative fountain to revive my thirst in butchering things a little more pretty . I am tired and I write because that is all I can do . Enjoy, if you'd like ✯✯✯ est. 2017.01 var sc_project=11215015; var sc_invisible=0; var sc_security="cdee12cc"; var scJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://secure." : "http://www."); document.write("");

[serpentsknife]

how about the horizon breathe it into me for I am a selfish relic tethered to opulence and loss

søren j. // 2017.01.31. i am (via serpentsknife)

[serpentsknife]

Runaway time with drinks being a blur I’m smashed and blitzed but it’s never a slur Someone’s got to watch their hands We only drink from the drunks with steady shakes So join us, brethren green and grin, as we slow the clock’s hands and dissolve the slur in our tongues

søren j. // 2017.08.27. slow, slower, slur (via serpentsknife)

[serpentsknife]

The way in which honey clings to your teeth turns sweet makes you wanna clean it past your gums. Your reputation precedes you, so won’t you leave me some room?

søren j. // 2017.02.16. (via serpentsknife)

[serpentsknife]

You want love- touch- fire- flame You want this- this- never this You want contradiction You want trouble You want- Lush landings of the heart, Pearlescent and whimsical ties, Immature emotions that dabble, Rabble,

søren j. // 2017.08.25. (via serpentsknife)

[serpentsknife]

Where does the sense of self dwell? At the drop of a hat, where you want to coax meaning from the written word?/ Yes, this. Yes, me./ The affirmation of living reminders that this is me.

I am breath. I am dust. I am heavy-

This burden quakes with dragons left in the tower.

It makes me want to laugh, but that’s life too./ Always look, you’ll find yourself eventually in a story/ at the bottom of your coffee/ waiting at the street light./ In your own word you’ll find it.

You are wind. You are dust. You are light-

And I’ll laugh and sound like dragons.

— søren j. // infp.

[serpentsknife]

My hand plays with glass Singing broken eulogies Karma’s kiss binds me

søren j.  // haiku no. 3 // shatter-shattering (via serpentsknife)

[serpentsknife]

Feather long fingers Become my skin, and I burn Until I believe

søren j. // Haiku no. 1. // Oneirataxia; this is a week old dream but i still lick its burnt edges  (via serpentsknife)

[electricexhibition]

Prompt: The Last Vampire

This week’s prompt is The Last Vampire

and will be running October 25- November 5. The prompt does not need to be included in the piece, it only serves to inspire. Please use the tag #armchairchallenge so I can find it, or send me a message! All related pieces in any medium will be reblogged. Feel free to message my main blog @electricarmchair to clear anything up.

Also, If you’d like me to re-blog a piece of yours, please use the tag #electricexhibition. I would love to read more poetry, or even see your art!

Side Note: Hey guys, It’s almost Halloween and I missed the opportunity to create Halloween prompts! I have been inactive on this blog for a few reasons, and I apologize. I don’t have a computer which makes running this blog harder than I first thought, and I recently quit my job to relieve stress. I plan on buying a computer soon, hopefully making it easier to write, read, and re-blog poetry. I do enjoy reading, and will re-blog when I can. Thank you for your patience and support :)

[serpentsknife]

i'm going to open your mouth and break and breathe                        into you. for luck.

søren j. // 2017.10.22. i’ll see stars in your teeth

[lifeinpoetry]

If they ask, my name is written under the lids of rivers, cities and your dead.

— Vickie Vértiz, from “Out of the Wreck,” Palm Frond with Its Throat Cut

[serpentsknife]

Who’s the last laughing when the bough breaks? We’re torn asunder but mean well. Let us become the Everdrift. It’s nothing. Left with lines, we are caricatures of teeth and ruin.

søren j. // 2017.07.06.

[serpentsknife]

Words are words with no meaning Teeth are pining for your weak-willed throat Words are hangers with peculiar articles And carry no weight on its redundant scathings Words have a window but no lock It floats as feathers for your obtuse audience Words have this pallid facade Of bridges wrought in blunt decay Words are words with words have words

søren j. // you want your lexicon

[serpentsknife]

The way in which honey clings to your teeth turns sweet makes you wanna clean it past your gums. Your reputation precedes you, so won’t you leave me some room?

søren j. // 2017.02.16.

[serpentsknife]

My interest waved as fast as you’re breathing; underneath a brush of breath, I’ve succumbed to a blanket death. Make of what was left, a cringe of my age-old spine. Here is the knife in your ear, whispering sharp; this becomes a whistling blade. It's shaped like your hand, distinct as nails beneath the stuttering, hellbent heartbeat.

søren j. // 2017.02.03. Render my skin

[serpentsknife]

You want love- touch- fire- flame You want this- this- never this You want contradiction You want trouble You want- Lush landings of the heart, Pearlescent and whimsical ties, Immature emotions that dabble, Rabble,

søren j. // 2017.08.25.

[writerscreed]

Writerscreed Challenge of the Week (10/15 - 10/21)

For week 46 of our Writerscreed Challenges, we have the following prompt: deciduous me

You can use the phrase in your poem or story or not but incorporate the concept in some way into your work.

For our challenges, we accept and encourage all types of writing, you are not restricted in terms of style. We just ask you to please stay on topic and please read our post on topics we do not want glorified and condoned, as they will not be reblogged by us.

Tag your post #writerscreedchallenge and we will reblog your work throughout the week. Thanks, and we look forward to reading all your work. If you are concerned that your work was overlooked (Tumblr can be glitchy with tags), please contact @teacup13.  She’s running the prompt this week.

*note: for writing that is not related to the challenge please use the tag #writerscreed*

As always, if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to message any one of the administrators or send us an ask in our inbox.

[serpentsknife]

Drive angry. It kills you and your engine.

søren j. // cigarette story no. 10 // today i’m heat