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i. death
[generously, Death does
not snatch away breaths;
the air we breath curses Death.]
macabre thoughts,
he tuts at life for
hanging onto
a fragile string, especially
one that can so easily be
broken.
ii. life
i sleep at funerals,
[meaning no disrespect
to you, Mr. Ghoul.]
wondering what it's
like to never wake up,
put a bouquet of
tulips because i
know she hated them,
and when i die know that
she'll dance on my grave.
[don't hate her for
it, i'm guilty of
wishing thrice the
curse she can fathom
on you.]
iii. love
scarlet roses,
i bled for you and
he bled for me,
so who do i belong
to?
pale irises
watch me carefully,
dilated pupils discover
ironic ambiguities.
[there was never a contest
in lust.]
iv. you
caramelized
love, the memories i tried
so hard to remember will now
haunt me forever. i cried for you,
you taught me the hardest lesson
i've ever learned.
and i don't recall signing up for this class,
nor that you'd be the teacher.
v. friends
trust is a thing
rarely earned and easily
lost, but three a.m. wailing
because Death is too close
for comfort and Life has fled to the
grave, i cannot leave those
who die for me, every day.
vi. family
chaos incarnate, personalities
crash and meld,
people shatter and break in love
without no one to keep them
from falling.
hazy summer days
with vintage fauna fade
to the attic of my heart,
unfortunately replaced by
anxious heartache and
nervous gentleness. i may forget
the place and year and person, but i'll
never forget the feelings.
vii. food
self-sufficient
sacrifice, hints
of deliciously delectable
delicacies,
mountains of jeweled
cream and desirous
dishes.
[but my heart wasn't just a
cake you could take a piece of
and leave;
sometimes i wish my soul
could compare with yours.]
[generously, Death does
not snatch away breaths;
the air we breath curses Death.]
macabre thoughts,
he tuts at life for
hanging onto
a fragile string, especially
one that can so easily be
broken.
ii. life
i sleep at funerals,
[meaning no disrespect
to you, Mr. Ghoul.]
wondering what it's
like to never wake up,
put a bouquet of
tulips because i
know she hated them,
and when i die know that
she'll dance on my grave.
[don't hate her for
it, i'm guilty of
wishing thrice the
curse she can fathom
on you.]
iii. love
scarlet roses,
i bled for you and
he bled for me,
so who do i belong
to?
pale irises
watch me carefully,
dilated pupils discover
ironic ambiguities.
[there was never a contest
in lust.]
iv. you
caramelized
love, the memories i tried
so hard to remember will now
haunt me forever. i cried for you,
you taught me the hardest lesson
i've ever learned.
and i don't recall signing up for this class,
nor that you'd be the teacher.
v. friends
trust is a thing
rarely earned and easily
lost, but three a.m. wailing
because Death is too close
for comfort and Life has fled to the
grave, i cannot leave those
who die for me, every day.
vi. family
chaos incarnate, personalities
crash and meld,
people shatter and break in love
without no one to keep them
from falling.
hazy summer days
with vintage fauna fade
to the attic of my heart,
unfortunately replaced by
anxious heartache and
nervous gentleness. i may forget
the place and year and person, but i'll
never forget the feelings.
vii. food
self-sufficient
sacrifice, hints
of deliciously delectable
delicacies,
mountains of jeweled
cream and desirous
dishes.
[but my heart wasn't just a
cake you could take a piece of
and leave;
sometimes i wish my soul
could compare with yours.]
Literature
boo.
fondness
and foundations
make this make up
a meta for love.
made up of touch
and tell, the tolls
of the bell
find new life
from a reposition of old.
since the first day
you arrived,
i can't remember
the last day without you.
shuffling your spirit
in many angles,
this brushstroke
aches to paint you
in the way
rembrandt painted angels.
midnight oceanic tresses
to sepia seams
the plush of things
always seems gentler.
with you,
things are always better.
Literature
October short story
It was staring at me, from the window. Its eyes never wavering from meeting mine. Its mouth was just a wide jagged line of sharp teeth frozen into a lip-less smile. Its long claws curved and filthy with something awful. There was something staining the window, the street light outside illuminating chunks and making the dripping lines glow. The creature was unmoving from its spot.
The terrifying part is that it’s on the inside of the window.
Literature
Unknowable
Unknowable
The darkness pressed against my corneas, diffusing across the transparent boundary into the aqueous humour, as if it were a solid object forcing its way to my retinas, obscuring my vision. The distant creaks of the old house lent a menacing atmosphere to the blackness permeating the almost silent rooms, the almost footsteps complementing the almost-forms of the dark.
As the sleep fell away from me, the looming tenebrosity receded and the house took on a less perturbing aspect. The creaks were just creaks, the shadows in the corners of the room were just the places that the dim light from the power extension cable near the bed did
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so i finally got back to this series! going to summer camp for a week does that to people. 
prompt issued by Lissomer link to the journal: lissomer.deviantart.com/journa…
prompt issued by Lissomer link to the journal: lissomer.deviantart.com/journa…
day four: 7 things that cross your mind a lot.
so now everyone knows that i spend all my time thinking about life, death, love, you, my friends, fam, and food. i'm sorry, I had to. 
with subjects so serious i couldn't help myself. 
with subjects so serious i couldn't help myself. Comments0
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