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Literature Text
i. raw lips and cracked broken tongues,
eyes grayer than cement and
starlight filtering through verdant branches—
sneakers and bonfires permeate every
orifice of memory.
ii. promises, ivory roses,
white lies hidden beneath
dull glass,
faded street signs
bearing warnings of no return,
gas stations with fauna
coating the walls.
iii. a parade of sparkling horses
stampede through
smoky streets,
iron lamps giving birth to
nations in their ecstatic
irony.
iv. silent screams of
the worst epilogue:
icy schemes and
hide-and-seek panacea.
(indigo clouds are
the black sheep of the
galaxy's romantic orbit.)
{ dead angels ,
melancholic skeletons
where hope once resided —
she sucks the life out of you . }
eyes grayer than cement and
starlight filtering through verdant branches—
sneakers and bonfires permeate every
orifice of memory.
ii. promises, ivory roses,
white lies hidden beneath
dull glass,
faded street signs
bearing warnings of no return,
gas stations with fauna
coating the walls.
iii. a parade of sparkling horses
stampede through
smoky streets,
iron lamps giving birth to
nations in their ecstatic
irony.
iv. silent screams of
the worst epilogue:
icy schemes and
hide-and-seek panacea.
(indigo clouds are
the black sheep of the
galaxy's romantic orbit.)
{ dead angels ,
melancholic skeletons
where hope once resided —
she sucks the life out of you . }
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
A Haiku
Light well past Midnight
full moon glow, lamp post bright, or
Netflix Marathon
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Possibly the best one I've seen on deviant art so far. And I've seen a lot.