I am x,
Breaking dead air,
Moving in stillness,
Needing names,
Paranoid of possibility,
Spaced and timed,
Still in motion,
Trusting its distrust,
Unneeded for needing,
Unwanted for wanting,
Wanting words.
When you see beauty, do you see it?
When you see it, do you see beauty?
Memoirs of a Dead, Singing Bird by Goth-Star, literature
Literature
Memoirs of a Dead, Singing Bird
Only animals and infants are capable of pure happiness.
In retrospect, I should not have freed it; it was such a little thingthe birdas it flew over the Everest of mountains and forests, flying over clear, crystal lakes and streams and past vast oceans, looking down, onto its golden reflection only to look away again, into fog, clinging onto warmth of just living, living and flying.
But, due to the bird, I had been wounded bone-deep, but, still, I do not regret a thing because silence was between both of us; I had known what he had wanted me to do with just one stare. I had lifted the handle of the cage open, and the bird made a
What is it like to be in a boy's arms,
To feel his warmth and a startling kiss,
To know that I am loved despite his charms?
Everything that I know is amiss.
Can I ever forget about love's harms?
Any sensation makes me reminisce,
"Romance is predatory and disarms,
Burns like an inescapable furnace."
Feelings are foreign and come as alarms;
Incredible is anything like this.
Maybe I am in need of some schoolmarms
To teach capability of such bliss.
I am always in a daze that replays,
Like musing notes played every few days,
Try to survey his phrases of malaise
And still gaze at him and his blinding rays,
But I am okay as long as he stays.
I give him love, and it is purple haze,
Like enabled intoxicated ways,
'Cause, either way, I break down in a blaze.
My eyes will gouge their glaze when I stargaze
And will watch euthanasia's cabarets
But will never betray him, only praise
Prayed-for portrayal of him that delays.
Sit for a while in a café to laze,
Not fray about things that a friend relays;
Everything is arrayed between grays,
So do not fear whatever your heart says.
Like wind is our love;
Within us it brawls.
In patterns it blows,
Halting against your walls.
It passes nature's beauty.
Against it are whispered galls.
I am your servile beauty.
I am one of your dolls.
My strings are my cross,
My spine stolen for your calls,
My mind carried by the wind,
My head left among skulls.
I am lame in your reign;
I fall, my body crawls.
Your blades generate power.
Your faults are my hauls.
Your sight is darkness;
Your sight is like Saul's.
Ears are open windows.
The strong wind enthralls
But is cold and counterfeit.
About mortality my mind mulls
In fearful fearlessness;
My sanity sequentially s
A girl watches the rays of hope per her diems
Set, douse, and drown in
A tide of love's schemes.
She waits by a shore,
Weeping and deepening watery reams.
She is going to swim
Doggedly through what seems,
Thoughts, as bubbles,
Fading like dreams,
And hold her breath and words
While a beloved one steams.
He casts her into depths of time,
Casts her into deep memes.
They close her eyes,
And she, as prey, he deems.
She sinks in slow seconds.
She tosses and silently screams
To find her sense of comprehension,
But a rainbow ends her dark themes.
She rises in a bed of clouds,
And all that remains are dry streams.
The Great OC Quiz by Goth-Star
Choose 10 of your OCs. Then, make them go through torture until their demise (not really).
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1.) 8 is in a lair where twenty vampires are lurking. He/she doesn't know how he/she got there, but he/she must occupy those vampires, so he/she isn't blood-sucked to death. How?
2.) 2 received a love letter from 7 to have a date, but 2 already got a letter from 4. Who does 2 go with? What happens?
3.) Suddenly, a crew of pirates come and attack 6, 8, and 3! Who has the best chance of surviving? What happens?
4.) A snowstorm occurs. Everyone stays inside to do somethin