These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...
These hands are now red and so slicked with this blood,
I can't even wash it in a basin of mud...
As I scrape at the skin of those demons I chase,
I am left with a smile mixed with pain on my face.
Since I swore I would savour this blatant disgrace,
Let perversion be writ in these scars I will trace.
From the tip of my shoulders to the base of my tongue,
Are the names of those sleepers so cold and so young...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th March 2013
.and you;.7 months ago in Personal More Like This
i understand if you have to
with the sun painted gold on your
tiger back bone, i won't move
everything else is in it's place,
if you open your eyes up wide,
put your ear to
the lungs that breathe inside
but not in mine, no not in my holy waters,
my still still waters, but still
the sea will surge over
the sand, and i will take whatever
you can give me and sleep, i will say
i want the hand of god between
my ribs, i want a mechanical life,
i want no part in the winding evil
curling itself inside me, please
i want no part in settling down, i want
to see stars the colour of champagne, open
wrists like blind slats so i can see
the light, keep fresh inside
with cling film stretched across,
go on then do it, listen, i will let you,
i will take your lover's song, the blame
be storyteller to them all, sit in
their kitchens, pet their dogs
conceal the fact and smile
as life drags me down the aisle
to that bastard standing there
dressed all in black, the king of all
.did you spend.10 months ago in Personal More Like This
last night digging
in my graveyard of a chest?
i seem to have a hole
this morning -
where did you put
your heart you
bitch, i know you
must have one there
and when the light lets
itself in through
my bedroom curtains,
i will always say
go fuck up
do you still crack
your knuckles when you're
angry? take two
sugars with your
tea, carry a scythe?
well i carry the devil
in from the car when he's too
tired to walk, he tugs
at my sleeve with his little
red fists, says i know how
hard it is to get closure
that makes you feel
ripped wide open, mate,
now carry me in i'm too
tired for all this tonight -
oh, one more thing,
the shore can never leave
no matter how hard
it tries, again and
again, you're going to get
fucked by the current,
so just go with the flow
it gets better,
spend the rest of your
life laying in that
bed you made,
spend the rest of yo
.you've.10 months ago in Personal More Like This
tied a knot
end of your
(there's a fish with a hook in it's eye, screaming no, this isn't how it's supposed to go)
.i feel in a language.8 months ago in Personal More Like This
i don't understand,
and the wings of the bird in my kitchen, they
won't get to feel the sky anymore -
and sometimes doesn't it feel good?
to put two fingers round the neck
of a flower and
hear the petals scream for
their withering limbs,
then start choking
.i am child.7 months ago in Personal More Like This
i am sister
i am baby and bitch,
every name but my own stuck in my skin
like needles, thick venom slides through -
my veins and into my chest, to my heart -
that warm gift of your flesh and blood i gave
you to unwrap, stale
i lay in a field of opium, red
and on fire, i think he was angry, he handed
me salt and the tusk of a boar and said wait
for me to call you,
and i did -
eat the land
drink the sea, i opened my mouth and saw
nothing but white feathers fall to the ground,
he grabbed my hand and held it to his own lips
(she says there will be no more poems here)
SickHe could hear it, the bloody figure walking behind him over nimble feet. Then his eyes were forced to close as cold, bony fingers covered his sight. Nails like claws buried deep into his cheek as she breathed softly, surely bloody lips drawn into that scornful smile he both loved and detested.Sick3 years ago in Personal More Like This
And then she was gone, back into the sweet torments of his mind. And then, like venom, she left him on the floor, dead and strangely calm.
I had to get this out of my head.
I know, I'm weird.
.and goddess,.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
this isn't something i can
sweat or starve out of me,
i'll have to write and it will
see i've often thought about
placing my head in the pestle
and mortar, i wonder if i could
grind out the hell inside, become
a red pulp on the worktop, and
even the oven keeps tutting at me,
it's so easy, just open the door
stick your hand in, feel his forked
tongue on your palm,
orange lover, you
and it's true
that the dead are never really
silent, they grunt and they groan
in their damp soil sheets,
toss and turn over
(fill the bath with water, and just drop me in it)
master of decadence.Although it might not seem so, she had been the killer in the crowd; that night she had come to hunt them all down. No mercy, she did it one by one. Surprised? Allow me to explain, such devil, such wicked heart, black and untamed. Afraid? Listen close now; her show is about to commence.master of decadence.2 years ago in Personal More Like This
She hisses, she snarls, and she whispers, and she laughs. She's the prettiest of all, with evil mind, sweetly to prowl. Bony fingers of long sharp nails, her lovely hands were made to tear flesh. But fragile she is and one day she might break. Just a beautiful sinner now wasted away. Oh, such enchanting cadaver, dancing and dead.
And as she keeps dancing she starts pulling you down. Down into a dark place you alone would never have found. You shout, stupidly unbowed. But sadly at night, only silence is loud. And as her silhouette continues to skulk, twirling around, you finally understand. She's the master, a queen with no crown.
And although her heart is cold and her teeth are sharp, she once had be
.even the devil's.8 months ago in Personal More Like This
got a kinder fire
than you, red -
was the wolf
after all that he'd eaten,
it says you need to look at me
when i'm talking to you,
so i open my eyes
but i don't see,
i say i understand,
but i don't know -
if i'll come around
this time to see it sitting
there, thinking -
and maybe if i scrunch up
my eyes when i go,
i'll be able to withstand
(why keep feeding a stray that you don't want around?)
Haunt your demons.Chain them up, hunt them down.Haunt your demons.2 years ago in Personal More Like This
last night I was inspired."Last night I was inspired.last night I was inspired.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
It was a sad, cold, lonely night. Thoughts screaming, yelling at me. I literally wrote nonsense on the wall for hours, about beating hearts, fragility and failure. About skeletons that had no legs and hissing fangs that glared at me.
Once again my cruel best friend arrived, embracing me with its gleaming coldness. She was dressed in silver and scarlet; our favorite colors. She danced as I wrote and sang as I cried. And then I was suddenly left in the dark; lonely, hating her -hating them-, and crying.
Yet it was strange that what I only got to feel then, was inner peace."
"Anoche fui inspirada.
Era una triste noche, fría y solitaria. Pensamientos chillando, gritándome. Escribí cosas sin sentido en la pared durante horas, sobre corazones que laten, sobre fragilidad y fracaso. Sobre esqueletos sin piernas y colmillos siseantes que me mataban con la mirada.
Una vez más, mi cruel y mejor amiga llegó,
.if these.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
then i'm sure
to hold you
(been too busy dreaming to get any sleep)
.between the clouds.10 months ago in Personal More Like This
she says your eyes are melting
black down your cheeks again,
would you just come
here and stop bucking with fear,
did you forget
the only thing growing inside me
is panic -
enough for me to keep
veins as vipers, blood as
venom and love as a dead
(some only see the light when they're on fire)
.tonight across the street i saw.10 months ago in Personal More Like This
the devil sneak into god's garden;
he took trowel in hand, planted seeds
in the earth, grinned real wide and
shut the white gate behind him
(gonna come up smelling of roses)
.tonight.10 months ago in Personal More Like This
the moon is rotting,
my hands are not my own
my blood is howling
(treetops glow silver)
Trial's ConclusionEDITTrial's Conclusion2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Quick notice maties! The Captain found out he has a driving test this friday, so he's studying rather urgently for it. We'll post the new story after friday ^3^, till then, enjoy :3
After much debate, a decision has been reached.
The pirates have decided that I will keep my hat and to do so I must write an oath of loyalty, but one to the crew. I shall do this later tonight and swear that I shall act in a manner more becoming of a captain in future :3
That said, the co-captain and I came up with a lot of funny ideas for an 'after exile story line'. We'll be releasing these as prose releases starting tomorrow. We hope that you will all enjoy them, it's more of a 'what if' story line since I didn't actually get exiled, but we have some seriously good ideas for them and we really want to experiment more with comedy since a lot of people have been responding very positively to the comedy type pieces.
What can you expect from this?
.they came from.4 months ago in Personal More Like This
the mud. one
by one i hold their skulls
to my ear. they
are bone conches, empty
of all things
now. there is nothing
they lay sunken
at the bottom of the river. it is
to look down
on them. the spine
of their sky is collapsing.
there is no holy
book, no red-winged ghost
of a devil
to blame, no black magic apart
from their own.
are seperate beings. my tongue
of its mother
and fluent in hate.
i burn our photographs
and touch your face with my thumb
just to push
you in further. my instinct
adam, with your all-seeing eye.
you have gutted
the human from her and sent
her to war. she is scraping life
on the back of her knife now,
scarlet. she loves the thud
of the ripe ones
(there is a light in the water at night, for those breathing the air of their own blue sphere)
.i don't say a word.4 months ago in Personal More Like This
about where i buried the bones,
about where i spoke to the ghosts
of the flowers and plants
about the splitting of wood in the trees -
about where the living and the dead
met in secret, where the stars opened
their arms like flowers for me
and i bloomed
.i want.10 months ago in Personal More Like This
to know about god,
he would prefer to go by
i want to know
about the stairway
up to heaven,
and why sliding down
the bannister into hell
is much more fun
(think i tried to climb a step that wasn't there, think i might have died more than once)
.know this; i loved the fire.4 months ago in Personal More Like This
and i walked into it willingly, heaven
is not up above but deeper down below
(there is a snake with the world in its belly, eat it; you are a killer the same)
.someone told the mist.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
it clings too tightly
to the hills
and someone told the snow
that the mountains need
(an idiot, a coward)
Sing Me A Swan Song ContestMy very first Literature Only contest...Sing Me A Swan Song Contest2 years ago in Deviant Events More Like This
Sing Me A
Wanna hear about it? :icontrollface:
Okay... calm the fuck down.
For those who don't know, allow me to explain...
What is a Swan Song?
"Swan song" is a metaphorical phrase for a final gesture, effort, or performance given just before death or retirement. The phrase refers to an ancient belief that the Mute Swan is completely silent during its lifetime until the moment just before death, when it sings one beautiful song.
What I'm looking for...
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My DemonsMy demons are my friends,My Demons3 years ago in Personal More Like This
They protect me from you.
You say you understand me,
But I don't think you do.
Spitting poison at my feet,
Then tell me its water.
Your lies are coming undone,
Soon you'll be a lamb to the slaughter.
My demons see you for what you are,
They tell me to stay away from the fire.
You offer salvation, when there is none,
It's another game with your twisted desires.
I like my demons, the compassion they show,
Even if they make the temperature drop,
They will follow you and the guilt you carry,
You will be reminded of until your heart stops.