[To the Welkin]'s diary

1143472  Link to this entry 
Written about Wednesday 2011-10-26
Written: (2242 days ago)

Dirt under us
in our fingernails
The feel of you and your roots
writhing beneath me
and wrapping around

I'll sink into the earth here
and call it the ocean.

Limbs become a game of jigsaw
as rain insinuates our leave
but we do not part

the entire universe in all its madness
does not burden that which may touch,

burn

bleed

or kiss.

Can I be content to infect you
with my sinful premonitions
my evil deeds
my disease

Would you be kind to know
that I am sorry for it?

It would be easier to free the bird
from its cage
and taste you

I want to say, cut me.
Filet me open.
Let the heat scorch our mouths as we
let it slip like honey downward

and downward

until there is only the core of the earth
and us to wield the fire.

-the end- (beginning.)

1031028  Link to this entry 
Written about Thursday 2008-05-22
Written: (3493 days ago)
Next in thread: 1031520

Wow. People are retarded.

1007208  Link to this entry 
Written about Friday 2008-01-25
Written: (3612 days ago)

Walking in the hallway
To the place where lights go out.
End of nothing,
Beginning of something,
Birth.

I’m leaving behind my heart's entrails
For they are but a reminiscence.
And they caress this face,
In the inferno…
Memory.

Home has never been here,
but be it in your grasp.
And my hands are trembling,
Shaking from this mending mind,
As they form around the smoldering silver
Of your key.

The mask of yesterday cascades
into the pools
of slurred voices, the voices
in the walls that I leave behind,
The faces in the windows...
that I leave behind.

Their hands are no longer
A part of my mouth.

1007205  Link to this entry 
Written about Friday 2008-01-25
Written: (3612 days ago)

I am inside of myself,
Bearing all that aches, all that is beautiful.
And time, like a father, scolds and does not renew
But casts imaginings in false direction,
burning hope, burning the pale.
So my hands, so worn at youth,
pluck the petal-flesh of flowers’ shells
They mourn, they whither, they bear new children
And I prolong to murder even them.
Their thorns are not my own, and yet they linger
So sore and bruised against my chest,
Heaving,
Striving to break loose the vines
that are the devils in their worlds.
Bleak and sensitive, we possess familiar
lyrics
For, when stripped bare of our own armor,
What is left?
But a simple, helpless seed.

990323  Link to this entry 
Written about Wednesday 2007-11-07
Written: (3690 days ago)
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This is warm.
You are my shelter,
This is warm.

Lost boy,
Run into the forest
Grasp trees like they are your brothers.

This is warm.

Mouth open, like a crevice
in seas... split and demented
Like our hearts.

Can't keep a secret...
if it was never a secret.
I Just want to be warm
This is warm.

I'll save you
Lost boy

make you warm again.








981816  Link to this entry 
Written about Saturday 2007-10-06
Written: (3722 days ago)
Next in thread: 982138, 986961

I really think I should color it black. o.o

973739  Link to this entry 
Written about Thursday 2007-09-06
Written: (3752 days ago)
Next in thread: 978048

entry insinuated.

Sin.

Mine.

968677  Link to this entry 
Written about Sunday 2007-08-19
Written: (3770 days ago)
Next in thread: 969477

Okay, all you retards on elftown that say you are vampires...WTF? WHY? You ARENT a VAMPIRE... BEING ONLINE DOES NOT MAKE YOU A VAMPIRE...

968631  Link to this entry 
Written about Sunday 2007-08-19
Written: (3770 days ago)
Next in thread: 968897

I fucking hate idiots.

967132  Link to this entry 
Written about Wednesday 2007-08-15
Written: (3774 days ago)

Breathing silence from a sleeping tongue,
a white vision among black faces
Failing, at provision of thought... glaring
wildly
into the eyes of
Self.
Angry are the irises, which have protruded themselves
forward,
to stretch to the unknown.

936363  Link to this entry 
Written about Thursday 2007-05-03
Written: (3878 days ago)
Next in thread: 936511, 937289

Attempting to analyze myself.
Though I have not forgotten how truly difficult it can be, I still seem to be all the more shocked.

The full clarity of my voice is disappearing...if not, gone altogether.

Rough artist's hands... my hands. Sketched with remains of paint and calloused sores.
I am so tired, tired of rejection...tired of being repremanded.
tired of being alone.

I am in survival mode. How damn pathetic is that?

I truly hate myself.

-rain

924036  Link to this entry 
Written about Tuesday 2007-03-27
Written: (3915 days ago)
Next in thread: 924177

alone.

-rain

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