Glorious ShitAnother Dream-You can make it;Pass through shitTo welcome the divine.********************What kind of mind is this?What kind of perversion?You don't make much sense to me,You don't make much sense to them-You don't make much sense.Return to painting flowers,Name flowers flowers,Name darkness strangeness,Name genius a vile trait.We cannot decipher you...Bend down a little.Everyone needs their audience-Who are you to dispute?Who is it you're talking to?It can't be to yourself!Alright. Now...Everything is illuminated!(I can write my glossaryOf horror and neglect.)Do I love you?Of course I love you,Nobody else still caresAbout the little things,Such as your senseless self.(Yes, I'll make everything clear,The way you want me to.)Let's speak a new language,Let's call man the Head,The alphabet into the globe-The stud of universe.(Of course we are the center,Can't you see?)NowStrip.Stop laughing,Stop writing-Stop mocking me!You are a brilliant little b
MotherA knot deep in my stomach-An unbearable growing painContaining breaths and scars,Momentary intervals of our life's game.A knot in my throat,Choking me before the rise,Depriving us of understanding,Taking away left time.A tidal wave devours my skin,Casting me bare, without a kin-Without the courage this blast to bare,Stolen from time,Convicted to just stareAt every day that passes by,At my lack of bravery,My egoistic past wounds driveSafekeeping me against the onesI should be the least afraid to love.A knot is tied around my heart,Bred inside it for years-For too damn long for me to claimDespite the drain I still have one.
The WriterI am not my stories-Not all of them at least...There is truthAnd then there's fiction.Spare me just this.
HardDo not flirt with Death.He will fuck you anyway.
ReturnIf Time existed,I would not.The face is erased,My eyelids reversedTo form a danceOf dissonant notes.The unbeliever in me,The lioness in me,The crimes perpetratedUpon my life;All these exist-While I could not,Even if I wanted to;Within this hellNo man could breathe,Expand, or love.Take this sigh,This glimpse into my underworld.Step in,Or forever Goodbye.
LoversYou define me.You hold me imprisonedin the snaresof magic unprecedented,under the reign of love.My eyes are wet-and in thisthey're not alone...I want you.I must devourevery inch of you-Before it is too late,before the passion disappearsas unexpectedly as it came.
The Serpent's RevengeFlames protrude through my eyes.The pain is sharp,clear inside my mind.As the smoke escapesfrom my future corpse away,everything is possible.The epitaph stands cold,alone within my life,in memory of fear.I grow into a lionessroaring through my spirit.My soul is for saleto anybody interested.The flesh grows old,denouncing my history.Hanging from a thought,this world I leave behind.I denounce my possessions.From the imposed egoI recognize but fearaugmenting with each loss.Our prisons we buildwith our faked tears.In full denial we screamtowards the unattainable.With hatred-filled fiststhose secluded we attack-Like amoral beastsdemanding vindicationin the name of victims sodomizedin their reign of broken human pacts.
BitterIt starts with a feeling,a flashing memory,a suggestion of movement
It all comes back to me:Faces, dates, facts.It all comes back to me-But I am not there
A teardrop, your handinterchanging genders
Our lives could bethe finest, most delicate,most intricate scenarios.My thighs spread apart,waiting for you.My mind gets rid ofits burdens most unbearable.The music is familiar-And so is your smile
Always promising,never truthful.While I gnaw away the timelost in contemplation,you start another life.As lovers we first met.As foes we diefrom our histories apart-Creators of riddles,friends to no one.
Turning into GhostsWho's that face on the wall?Who's that mirrored mask of horrorother than my own?Leaving the years flowwithout the time to lookinside or outside,we let our livesmove on their own.So drag this carcass on the mud-Smear its facewith these horrid colorsof solitude and alcohol.For of this selfwho used to be my own,I recognize the traitsbut not the whole.
No PoetryToday I’ll write no poetry. Instead I’ll simply write. I wish I could speak with a broken heart, but today is not that day. Life is made up of things you expect and that which you cannot see. Well I saw this one coming a half mile away.The real tragedy is that I broke her heart over circumstances outside of our control; snakes from the past slithering up, skeletons tumbling down. It was all the things left undone. Things I could not master.Now I must figure out where to go from here. I step freely without direction. I'm not even sure how to be single, out gunned, out played, and inexperienced. I shy away from conflict and complication. I speak not through corny pickup lines or cheap compliments for thrill. I just say what I think is real. Then I pretend I'm ok.I guess that about sums me up, but I'll take it a bit further. I am wild, but somewhat shy. I am a deviant, but also reserved. I am a freak, but a gentlemen as well. Are you starting to see the pattern yet?If all
Sarny introHello there everyone!!! I'm Sarn Elyren, but you can call me Sarny. I'm a hobbyist digital artist. I adore drawing, and have beendrawing since I could hold a crayon. My man specialty is animals and humans, but I'm open to newtechniques and subjects.Other than drawing, I'm an avid dog handler. I breed and showmy very own rough collies, and have been for about 6 years now.I'm also a fan of reading, if I'm not drawing or doing something with a dog,then I'll have my nose stuck in a book. I love tons of other things, but I won't bore you with them here. I'm a very friendly person (mostly ) and I don't mind chatting or helpingsomeone out at all! Feel free to ask anytime!!!
Getting Lost with LostHiya Everybody!I'm lostintheflowoftime, also known as Lost, Cherish, or Cher-Bear. I'm not really sure what to say about myself, but I'll give this my best shot. I love to draw, of course. I mainly draw in a semi anime style, and I'm in love with my chibis. Besides drawing, I'm an avid reader. If anyone were to come across me in real life, the odds of them finding me with my head buried in a book are quite high. I'm also a gamer, with a particular love of rpgs/jrpgs such as the Final Fantasy series and the Tales series. On the more physical side of things, I enjoy various martial arts, yoga, and walking just about anywhere. A few more random facts: My favorite color is blue, my favorite animal is wolves, I'm actually fairly shy (that doesn't mean I don't like talking to people, though), and people always get my age wrong when they first meet me.If you'd like to know anything else about me don't be afraid to ask!
Renewed CommittmentDec. 13, 2014I was a bride awaiting her groom. I stood in the changing rooms in a royal blue robe. My legs were making me bounce. I had a smile on my face that would not go away, even if I tried to get rid of it. It was the day I had waited for too long: my re-baptism.After years of being a lukewarm Christian; after years of struggling with temptations even to the point of death, I was finally set free from the sins that plagued my life like the pestilence they were. After going through anger issues, anxiety disorders, physical pain, and broken relationships, I had heard Jesus call out my name. And I threw myself into His open arms.There was a knock on the door. When it was opened Pastor Julius walked through in a cheerful manner. His dark face was lit up by a jazzy smile, and eyes that were twinkling like stars. He had previously told me how excited and proud he was to be the one to baptize me. We had a strong friendship. He was the pastor I went to when my struggles in the spring
08.09.2014 Zawsze źle się czułam, gdy odwracał się do mnie plecami. Wspomnienie najbliższego mi ciała, którego zapachem przesycona byłam co dzień, leżącego obok mnie, jednocześnie tak odległego sprawia, że uczucia z tamtych poranków zdają się ożywać na nowo. Jestem w stanie odtworzyć w pamięci ten gest, dla Niego nie znaczący nic, mi łamiący serce. Doskonale pamiętam żałosne próby obejmowania mojego ukochanego. Pragnąc posmakować odrobiny bliskości, poczuć jego fizyczność, obecność po kolejnej nieprzespanej nocy, gdy to zmuszona zostałam trwać w ciemnościach bez Niego, prowokowałam zmysły, czekając na kolejny wybuch namiętności. Każdego poranka zakradałam się do pokoju i w pośpiechu kładłam s
Stay the CourseThis time it was all on her. She made the choice and I respect her for it. After all, it was for the right reasons; kids, job, and the fact that we weren't really going anywhere.This is the way of things and sometimes we have to sacrifice. I actually love her more for it. A woman with her priorities straight. She is amazing and I am going to miss her, but we have to stay the course.
AliveI am a black canvasSmeared with gold and red.