#poetic flow

[de-morte]

Let the world paint you dark now. Let it drag its dusk across your name. Let the silence swell inside your ribs, And shade you in tones only grief understands. Now wear the cloaks of oblivion— heavy, creased with years and unspoken things— where the world cannot claw nor claim. What they glimpse is but a vestige, a shadow dulled by history’s weathering hand. Let the dark make you invisible, let it armour your heart in quiet steel, so even longing won’t know where to find you. Channing M// Vault of My Books

[22poetry]

Chemistry

Last night I had a dream about you

It's been a long time since I saw you, or thought of you

You used to visit my dreams every night

I'd pick up the red phone

And I always knew you would be at the other end

We would just have arguments

Like the way we would in real life

We used to spend so much of each others time

And then one day we spoke for the last time

There was a silence about the way we spoke

I listened for the underlying concept

That has always been trying to surface up to us

And the tension went quiet that day

I went to sleep that night and the dial tone was dead

I think I took it for granted

The way our voices would paint emotion into our ears

They way your embrace stopped my bickering judgement

And your smell melted me up like a marshmellow

It's been a long time since I felt that

And it has been for you too

My body aches all over today

My lover is distant

And I can't speak about how I feel

Because I feel you all over me

I feel you about to wake up

This feeling hugs me like an old friend

An invisible old friend

Who speaks to me in tounge through an imaginary phone when I am sleeping

And tells me that I've gone crazy

My life resumes today

My days will drag

And the time will catch up to me one day

And I could all of a sudden be old

Maybe I will never see you again

not for a moment more in this lifetime

But we will always have this wierd vibration

We will always be weirdly in love

You are the irony that burns away my soap box image

And you have this little piece of me

Inside of your eyes

It's fucked up

Undeniable

And all it is.

I hear it sizzling inside of your mouth.

And today it's eating me alive.

It's Chemistry.

[de-morte]

I speak in the tongue of storms— And those who hear me do not sleep again.

Channing M// Vault of My Books

[de-morte]

Who knows why we were taught to fear the monsters, and not those who created them. Channing M// Vault of My Books

[de-morte]

The black orchid, engorged upon ancient bone, exhales a miasma of lost splendour;

its velvet bloom, steeped in crepuscular chill, bruises the breath of forsaken dreams.

Yet love, ruinous and sovereign, clutches the hollow ventricles of a mourning heart,

and the soul, lustral yet battered, rises through the phantasmagoria of despair.

In the hallowed gloom we are entwined, tethered by sorrow’s immutable thread.

Channing M// Vault of My Books

[de-morte]

I am begotten of both the accursed and the divine, a wretched spawn of shadow and sanctity.

Channing M// Vault of My Books

[de-morte]

The air I breathe— It smells like forgotten things— wet stone, dried violets, iron.

Channing M// Vault of My Books

[de-morte]

You’re still here in the way cold settles into bone. I’m the ordinance you left behind, and I carry it like a relic— not holy, just haunted.

Channing M// Vault of My Books