These four walls Are the cavity of my dreams Breathe and fall With the habitat of the field Glean the gall To be taken to higher peaks We the dolls Of awakened and brighter beings Fought with all We were …
BEAUTIFUL DREAMER THIS IS THE VIRAL EQUALIZER WITHIN THE TIMES OF SEETHING FIRE IT HITS THE MEEK AND KILLS THE HIGHER IT SINGS THE CRIES OF BLEEDING HEARTS AS THE STRUCTURE IMPLODES, AND THE SYSTEM DECAYS WHAT …
may i be free; my soul, my being, to dance as fire; such gold a feeling, which takes the coals, and rises smoke, above the ash will float to choke, and in the sifted winter’s air, the weathered sick, exposed, and bare, is given chance …
BEAUTIFUL DREAMER THIS IS THE VIRAL EQUALIZER WITHIN THE TIMES OF SEETHING FIRE IT HITS THE MEEK AND KILLS THE HIGHER IT SINGS THE CRIES OF BLEEDING HEARTS AS THE STRUCTURE IMPLODES, AND THE SYSTEM DECAYS WHAT …
So much is being aired out these days, and abusers are finally being awarded the chance to come out of their darkness and make it right. Yet, with this movement of honesty and raw vulnerability, I see people tuning it out. I hear people patronizingly …
These four walls
Are the cavity of my dreams
Breathe and fall
With the habitat of the field
Glean the gall
To be taken to higher peaks
We the dolls
Of awakened and brighter beings
Fought with all
We were tethered to barren trees
Came the call
To re-leather our harried feet
Brave and raw
Unmistaken in what we’d seen
Blades once drawn
Were retreated in their defeat
I can live
in the gravity in between
blind and stilled
by the sanctity on the screen
Wipe the bill
There’s no fallacy here to free
Wide-eye’d thrill
Her morality weaning weak
Hide the hills
Of the palaces that you speak
Where the chill
Is of magnitude unbelieved
My heart is ripped open and
Worn on your sleeve
Disheveled upheaval
One moment’s reprieve
I’ve just got to go now
I’ve just got to leave
There’s nothing to show now
I’ve let it all bleed
written by cassidy
Leaning with style Into forthright denial To the sultry retire- ment; imagined surmise Of the deeper, The darker, The caverns of stardust; The weaker, the bleaker, The pitch forks and creatures. Her wits worn to feverish, Blood sworn in secret, The …
Stead-fire, Stead-fire, Sturdy of home; This itch got me inching The whites of my bones. Headlines, Headlines, Ready to blow This cryptic encryption Is Hijacking Rome. Hemorrhaging fetuses Red to the toe; In wedlock our grievance Refuses to …
Foghorns are raiding the halls
of my blank paper white walls;
so long and vast as they call;
stroking the glassy eye’d doll.
Circling rovers on mars
worshiping planets, and stars
are birthed to be robots of ours,
cursed to be sold out for parts.
She is a female
who doesn’t quite retail
to he who would derail
the sum of her details.
She is the one
you can’t hunt or run from,
she’s the lover you loathe;
your midnight implosion.
She is the girl
that you wished you could curl
into simple equations
but division’s betrayed you.
Made is this woman
to break your illusion,
and straighten confusion:
a dame aint for using.
Oh she’s wild, and unsheltered,
can’t deny that you’ve melted
in the heights of her temper
she’ll be right back to render.
Eyes sharp and weathered;
alive and unfettered,
darling I would think better
than to unwind and untether.
Conflate every stereotype,
you hate that she won’t fall into line;
debates every inch of your hype;
can’t fake it; she’s onto your lies.
written by cass
Is there any room in the universe to have compassion for the sociopath? Aren’t we all a little sociopathic at times? What constitutes the fundamentals of a sociopath? How do we amend something we can’t understand? How do we maintain a relationship with …
My heart aches
each time that
I think of your smile
What would it take
Just to bring back
your lips to mine?
March Horoscopes are here! Enjoy your readings by our lovely Elysse! This coming month is going to require a lot of introspection, Aries! You’ll be feeling extra intuitive without much help for it, so slow down a little and take the time to feel …
Leaning with style
Into forthright denial
To the sultry retire-
ment; imagined surmise
Of the deeper,
The darker,
The caverns of stardust;
The weaker, the bleaker,
The pitch forks and creatures.
Her wits worn to feverish,
Blood sworn in secret,
The stars as the sequins
Of what could be seen
Or what couldn’t unsee it:
The demonic treason,
A hedonic seeking,
A blissful unease
To the christening freedom;
A call and a wail and a wonderful tale
Of the ghost of a much sharper mind.
