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@teamagickblood
Sunday
Forget-me-not
There are demons in my waking,
Seeping from those lonely,
Forgotten places of the room.
As the cold drags me in,
Fingers trailing down my spine,
I yearn for a simple solace
That has been out of reach
Since the beginning of my eternity.
The unyielding spirit inside of me
Screams and bites at my ribcage
And the dream whispers to me,
Just breathe,
But how can I make the ghosts within
Just shut the fuck up
When we are naught but fragments.
Reminders of past wounds
Still trickle fresh blood as
The drips become echoes
Of a past of pain and abandonment.
Salty tracks playing the soundtrack
Of my pieced-together past,
A warning edged in discarded razors,
Pieces that would make you regret
The shape of my shadow.
Yet as we mourn the burial
Of yet another tatter of our
Oh-so fragile web of existence,
We crave the dream of tomorrow,
And rebel against the reaching
Amnesia that trails from our cold lips.
I plead against the nature of us
That comes as naturally as
The seemingly eternal
Spinning of the stars,
While I reach with battle-scarred hands
Towards the effervescent dawn of you.
talexanderr
My brain before monday…
Stitched
I’m falling apart
Picking up tatters of skin
Making a patchwork picture
Of who I was
Of who I am
Of who I want to be.
A Frankenstein concoction
Viewed best at an angle.
OilSlick~ [anim.]
To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.
Mary Oliver, excerpt of “In Blackwater Woods”, from Devotions (via antigonick)
Mik
I feel you in the air tonight
Scars from my past peeling back
Laying up at night in a tent by the lake, fingers drifting
Dancing in a haunted house of horrors, lights pulsing
Holding hands with my lover close by, chest aching
Knees touching with eyes caught on a screen, controllers clicking
Laughter and urgency over microphones, zombies pursuing
Looking down from above, knuckles scraped and bleeding
Nothing was ever so simple and clean