When God Sleeps.I. So it comes to this: pangea tearing itself rawWhen God Sleeps.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from our throats to pour into squares of newly open sky
where the stars grew aches and darkened lakewater
once bloomed into bruised winters. Somewhere
beyond the thick of snow, prayers are strung
on moon-rattled winds
and birds' teeth tear apart the poetry
of our hands. They will raise something beautiful
from these ruined words.
Continents shift slowly. They are
dirt-bound titans, these beasts;
rootless giants that mold themselves
to fit the vision we hold inside our heads. Oceans sigh
and their tides crawl ever upward.
II. Our shadows become umbilical
in certain light. Unknown children cast
dark shapes of water
to nourish the gardens springing forth
from the dirt's wrist like a eulogy for lost sky.
Morning doves sing because they see what we cannot:
the years between us laid out like miles and our feet
that never mark the reddened earth and
the passion-trees birthing flowers of such cold, untamed souls.
We are walking in the wombs of
silent screams.taste the venom between the smackingsilent screams.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of twin lips as they break their joint spine
and revel in the sound of death drilling
behind your eyelids until alone is a sound
you think you might want to rest in.
close your heart and button up the shutters
and board up the doors until the wind howls
and the chain is beating against the wood
with a hollow sound like a fist knocking,
but you know better, because no one has
knocked on this door since thirteen hundred
days ago when time was starting and you
had fresh pain[t] and a bright smile.
music hurts in the way of your skin peeling
and love is too bright to even look at and
the voice you want to wrap up to swallow
your breath is strangely missing and no
matter how hard you try, this absence
is just the lack of anything and you can't
drown in nothing no matter how
damn much you want to.
your back is in knots and your head is in
pretzels and you're screaming without making
a sound and crying without dropping a tear
and your flesh is melting all
Denmark x Reader ~The Moment of a Couple~~The Moment of a Couple~Denmark x Reader ~The Moment of a Couple~3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A group of children ran past you laughing at each other as they gave chase around the park. You couldn't help but give a little smile at their innocence and free will. They seemed so happy. By now, your legs had grown uncomfortable of trying to support yourself on one side of the seesaw. There wasn't anyone on the other side so if your legs gave way, your entire body would fall towards the ground.
"What are you doing out here by yourself?" a voice asked from behind. You immediately whipped your head around and found yourself staring at a familiar face. It wasn't hard to recognize your colleague from your Statics class. Aside having a loud voice, his wild blonde hair and smiling face was easily recognizable in a filled lecture hall.
"I-I-I…" you stammered.
"Hey, aren't you the girl in my Statics class?"
You swallowed a lump in your throat and immediately brought your eyes to the floor. You didn't even talk in class! In fact, you sat all the way i
The Immortal Regret.The Immortal Regret.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see upon a hill,
the setting sun, fleeing from the night...
The moon coming above that horizon for the kill,
to rise and banish to darkness all light.
Though time brushes over creation,
I live on, a slave to immortality.
Though I was the choser of my own damnation,
Twas humanity that was the cause of my brutality.
Now the world around me decays,
unlike my flesh and mind...
Time has left my future in a haze,
and the changing world has been unkind.
I see upon a hill, but another slope downward,
where the pointless journey continues on...
unto to no end is my existence forever moving forward
Nostalgia is dead, as my past is forever gone.
Something with tits in itSoporific, sublunary lassitudeSomething with tits in it11 years ago in Open More Like This
Pilfering roe, abed
Pinions, sprockets, fabulous vise