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NoThing

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NoThing

Lost before Never knowing loss Always aware of never return Vanishing before my time Without future, before lost Always knowing never Timeless and floating In a sea of nothing Advancing in nothing Foaming and sputtering in nothing Incapable of sinking When nowhere is up Incapable of drowning In nothing

Empty Jim II

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Empty Jim II

Empty Jim We had some good times But I pissed it all away Empty Jim Lying around on the fringe Of a burnt out yesterday Empty Jim Faithful friend So loyal and so true Empty Jim What am I If I can't be with you? Empty Jim What were we doing What have we achieved? I don't know But I doubt that information Would provide me any relief Just a name Scrawled on my hand And glasses overturned Empty Jim I wish I knew What lesson we have learned Why were we put here? What have we done? How can we keep our heads Out of the sun Morning approaches with cruel reprisal Sunday brings no new arrival Empty Jim There you are How

We'll All Sleep

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We'll All Sleep

We'll all sleep when we get there We'll all sleep when we get there We'll steal the iron, breath the air Learn to love without a care Yes we'll all sleep when we get there We'll all sleep when we get there The enemies weep when we sleep there There's be a crying and a wail When we finally pull in the sail We'll all weep when we sleep there We'll all sleep when we get there There'll be a chill when we touch the air A dying breath out of the old A charm full of finesse and bold We'll all sleep when we get there I won't say if we're short or long I won't praise that we're wide and strong All I want is a place to put place away

The Violence of Dulcinea

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The Violence of Dulcinea

There's one argument that I accept, but I'm not saying what it is. I thought maybe once that having ends at both ends would make sure nothing slipped out, but everything just flowed more freely.  Like a bug on a hatchet, we watched helpless as they screamed themselves into silence. Nothing could be done. It felt cold, and the wind was wet as we gazed mouths agape at things we never wanted to see. I won't argue, because I might tell you what convinces me, but I'd say there's a great big hole where happiness tries to be that isn't shaped like happiness. I'll proclaim loudly the death of meaning as long as you let me explain it. We held the gre

God is Drowning

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God is Drowning

What but all thought Is above transcendence and less Than unknowing When you've gone too far Before it's time to go? You have to forget That god isn't Under Jim, Jack or Johnny Because the Lord is sneaky And could be them Or Jerry, Morgan, even Old Mr. Boston What is god? Forgetful! He'll never remember where he is Under your glass? Lift it to your mouth And look at the table Not there? Only not yet

Icthy

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Icthy

I'm the son of a fisherman, the grandson of a fisherman, and the father of a prissy little faggot who never killed nothing bigger than a squirrel. It disgusts me, but I don't think about it much when I'm out alone, with another fishing man's man, in the quiet wilderness on some far flung lake. Just the bugs and the silence. Out here I'm at peace, I don't have to think, not like at home with that little disappointment's pallid weak smile from so many photographs, with Louise telling me I done wrong, that I ain't a good dad, and I ain't a good dad because I didn't raise no man. A man, then that fish bit like it did, knows what to do, and I did

Infatuation

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Infatuation

This most common Ideal to strive Where towards reality Subtracts subsistence

An Education

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An Education

I don't know if you're informed about the way you lay Arching, curving lithely like a snake fixed on its prey I don't think I understand the way that your lips move Slither til they're close to me and see if I improve You don't trust the one you see reflected in your stare But you say you aren't afraid of it when I'm there I don't trust you trusting me, but don't want you to quit Now it's ending soon and still it hasn't started yet The tearful edge of your smile cuts my wicked soul You say the world's hurting you then give me control Though I doubt your wisdom, I won't reject your touch If what you want is love, then prepare to lea

Luggage

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Luggage

Mr. Moonlight is the bringer of the chill Outside, the King's Men haunt my dreams still They're animals that want to chase and eat me Lest the nightmares overtake me and move in for the kill But I won't let them near In the jungles of the basements that have long been sealed away Something's down there lurking, smelling out for it's prey They'll grab you by your shoe and drag you into the black If you can pull yourself up you'll still never see the day There's reason to fear Keep your mind open when your eyes are closed Don't get your hopes up You might make it out tonight But when there's no more light They'll catch you in your

Manchild 1

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Manchild 1

Autistic electric A spark that fizzles Out with no sound Traced from a coloring book Book-ending incapacity Lacking humanity A blob of a bastard Simmering in it's own Shit     Stay Straight          for          the        Future Or it will break you dead Blubbering and hateful   He will  Come down At you Ballistic bullshit without motion Recycling it's essence so Nothing new can be created From mindless hodgepodge A genetic dead-end You dorks.
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What's coming along

What's coming along

Not that anyone cares, but the VERY LAST FINAL I swear it better be draft of Thank You for Your Cooperation: An Apocalyptic Comedy of Horrors is coming along swimmingly, juts passed the 10,000 word mark on that. Started a play about CWC, nto much poetically in the works (you're welcome), and batting around some silly ideas, including a free-verse-rock-opera and a short story. I'm doing rather well.

I am a Dirty Dog

I am a Dirty Dog

Some times I wish I had a proper fetish. A real, genuine proper fetish, something that would disgust people. I don't think I really have one, I mean, asian girls, foreign girls in general, teenage girls, red heads yeah, (green eyed redhead s, the preferred consort of the Devil) but those are preferences, not a real "stick a buttplug in my urethra and smack my nuts with a flyswatter" fetish. It's weird, I mean, I'm a filthy sex pervert, aren't I? I mean, historically I fuck around with little rhyme or reason, without much in the way of scruples, I mean it's kind of hard to really nail a 16 year old girl if you've got much in the way of scruple

Critiques

Critiques

I've taken to contributing a lot of them. "Opinions were like kittens, I was giving them away." Enjoy, you crazy kids.

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Thanks so much for the fav! <3
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Thanks for the fav!!
I miss boobs
I thought you were getting boobs from your little dirty girl treasure?
Thank you very much for the :+fav: :D