fallenidle

There comes a time in life, where you have to ask yourself, “What the fuck”. If you've never had to ask yourself that, then you are either Blessed or don't have the Associates or Experiences I've had. Maybe it's just me. Nothing could be clearer than this. This point where you look around and make a decision. No one ever said that decision was correct or Right. It's Yours though. Nothing could be clearer Nothing could be cleaner Do you believe? That's what it always boils down to. I could have suffered through that I could have suffered through this I didn't. Suffering is for the Truly Suffering. These base emotions are guide po

like the seventh crown your gravitas is multiplied and your eminence immutable. tongue sharpened by eons of writ stones and lambskin. your hands drip with all the old psalms and this time there is no tomorrow.

i. alpha arietis brisk with words like speech weakens like sound defiles and twists meaning ii. beta andromedae all definitions blur edges and all concrete ruins form unshapes and pen to paper unmakes iii. _____ ______ some stars deserve namelessness the brightest constellations are never drawn in others' vision iv. beta pegasi tongue willing you will always be a secret to me

a. dictitious i am well-woven. i am a spell that does not release and never tells. these constructions i allow, and better awaken to speak in hearttones and hymnbeats on rugged pavements. i have built art. b.bahaar this body has forgotten its infinite beatings, denied itself the luxury of acceptance. this body has remembered its lovers' last names, phone numbers, birthmarks and kindness-- the only cruelty this vessel knows is from its middles; i have riddled myself into warmth c. capabuilt these hands are imbued with patient dynamism and ichor that the goddesses savor. they have moved mountain ranges and hoisted dark seas overhe

i feel her thumb in my palm but see the siphon of space wrap up the world in my arms but crawl with stars in the basement grip her hand like it's breathing feel her hips till they break betray the gaze of a lover mistakes in orbital ranks cement and steely advances kiss the vacuum misplaced we're falling into the void we'll fault in vacuous lace impacts that glance off the surface not a mark on the face still they all err and they are evacuating the plane the sounds are building inside my chords can't handle the waves my voice a candle dismantled and affectations afraid an expecation of fire the smell of acidic waste i take your temperatur