I am a God
I am a God I can see a hundred days Into every direction I can hold a hundred years Unto my weightless shoulders But I am nothing I am a God I can hear the sound of Wool growing on a sheep I can hear the sound of Age creeping into your hands But I am nothing I am a God I can breathe the life Into a hundred wooden soldiers I can breathe death Into a hundred fleshed soldiers But I am nothing I...
Post your drawings Post your sewings Post your laughings Post your sketch book OR I’LL DO IT FOR YOU. For harimau-king: I promise you a real poem one day (notrly).
“Speak O apparition!” He said They keep running round and round Round and round Create a spiral Round and round Of unimaginable chaos Round and round Laughing wildly Round and round Run! Run! Before they catch you In it For ghostlymobster
Walking on Little Steps
When you took that step Into the spiralling darkness We cannot stop you But We will Be the little Steps that hold you Cushion your heavy foot And guide you gently downwards Land So we can Show you steps Small and lightweight Not too solid nor too empty To guide you back all the way up For candyrotsmyteeth: To be honest, I’d stick with beaverdroppings. Also I couldn’t align the...
Like a grainy hackle From bleary reminiscence Faded colours Laugh lines Delicate dresses Now frayed at the hem As the shadows approach For theroadtolife
Leave a tiger By your room Guarantee joy Chase away doom Leave a tiger For the child Pull them away From the wild Leave a tiger To bid adieu Exorcise evil Exorcise you Giraffe For giraffeparty: really, you’re not worth the effort.
I’m going to write each and every follower I get something. Most probably a poem. a) because I feel like it b) I need to write more anyways c) actually how many of you even look at this blog? You make my heart break, really.
It was a minute past midnight You creep down like a mouse But more stealthy Past the living room A quick glance beneath the tree Disappointment You walk Outside into the cold It’s okay because you have a hat And you told him You had no chimney Your mailbox will make do Until further notice Your sock taped on the side (What was a stocking?) It flies in the air Like a polka-dotted flag Empty and...
on msn with raru
nessicake: It feels like someone just stepped on my own heart.
Sister 1: Yeah I'd marry Jacob Black but he's already...what was it? Implanted? Transported?
Sister 1: Yeah that.
Been watching/reading Durarara. Shizuo is a very, very unfortunate child.
karamsama: A day of high school students in Korea. This is also what goes on in my head.
The Sound of Sadness
I have heard the sound of Sadness It is a fearful cry. Not hideous or fierce like the shrieks of children Or weak like the selfish whimpers. It chills the blood, horrific and melancholy. Strangled and smothered in pain. I have seen Sadness in her glory Pale and frail I have seen her eyes. Burned by Despair’s cold, sharp rain. But still dry. Empty. Enclosed in a tomb. Reason...