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I am a visionary.
If I could baptize the universe in fire…
...I would.
Every miniscule, insignificant nebula of cataclysmic cosmos should know my face.
Like a catastrophic phantasm; I bask in the necrotic memory of legions washed with blood.
Infinitive, Illustrious, Insidious rage is the blackened core of all sensual symphonies…
...and I would have them play their synchronous, tortured melodies for all of eternity.
Strung up and made to kneel before me, basking in the magnificent supernova of my unequivocal power…
...helpless in the whispering seduction of my melancholic, whimsical wiles.
I can paint a fantasmic Valhalla with my lips and tongue, dragging the mortal to the tune of destruction and subservience…
...howling every intrinsic soliloquy to the fine lines between bliss and masochistic agony.
Every...last...pathetic soul to be made my whimpering þræll...drunk on the heady illusion of my immortal love.
From the icy planes of Jötunheimr, to the muddy, filthy human mass of Miðgarðr...I shall stretch my hand and declare myself Fylkir.
None shall stand; they will crawl under my merciful, illustrious ruin...and I will reign…
...unchecked, and unchallenged in the glorious vastness of the verld...all shall know my name.
If I could baptize the universe in fire…
...I would.
Every miniscule, insignificant nebula of cataclysmic cosmos should know my face.
Like a catastrophic phantasm; I bask in the necrotic memory of legions washed with blood.
Infinitive, Illustrious, Insidious rage is the blackened core of all sensual symphonies…
...and I would have them play their synchronous, tortured melodies for all of eternity.
Strung up and made to kneel before me, basking in the magnificent supernova of my unequivocal power…
...helpless in the whispering seduction of my melancholic, whimsical wiles.
I can paint a fantasmic Valhalla with my lips and tongue, dragging the mortal to the tune of destruction and subservience…
...howling every intrinsic soliloquy to the fine lines between bliss and masochistic agony.
Every...last...pathetic soul to be made my whimpering þræll...drunk on the heady illusion of my immortal love.
From the icy planes of Jötunheimr, to the muddy, filthy human mass of Miðgarðr...I shall stretch my hand and declare myself Fylkir.
None shall stand; they will crawl under my merciful, illustrious ruin...and I will reign…
...unchecked, and unchallenged in the glorious vastness of the verld...all shall know my name.
Literature
It Hurts
When she sings She's off In her own world Her head Is a dancer Swaying As it desires Eyes closed, and Every note Perfectly sung Full of life You can tell She's lived I listen to her I see her I feel... Shattered My confidence And sense of self Erode What are they When compared To her own? I try my best And do what I love And feel secure Great In just who it is I am But then It all feels like nothing The moment I listen The moment I see Her I want to be Like her So, so, so badly My heart aches, because... I only feel Like a sad Stupid little girl And it hurts
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quarantine
Your kite
is a rainbow.
You
let it kiss the sun -
the glow is unfamiliar,
unlike your face,
even though we have only been
in the den
for five days.
If I could cry, I would.
Our backyard is teeming
with cardinals and spring,
but I can’t think of them.
I only see you.
Your chest
is an Indian beat
belonging to a drummer. I think it's for me.
I count it out. One, two, one, two.
The borders beyond the garden are looming;
they creep and crawl forward
like the disease we fight, pressing in.
Your warmth sinks in me, but I am still cold.
I constantly check foreheads,
pressing lips against suspicious skin,
and for a day or two I forg
Literature
numb
Confused waking dreams will soon become incoherent tunnels of unfeeling Within a system that will numb life silent for the benefit of lacking care
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Well for me, you got him down to a t
I absolutely loved reading something with such interesting words used in a way which evoked his whole state of mind and personality in an engaging way and I could genuinely imagine him having such a vain and self assured internal monologue.
Much Kudos, dear word-smith
I absolutely loved reading something with such interesting words used in a way which evoked his whole state of mind and personality in an engaging way and I could genuinely imagine him having such a vain and self assured internal monologue.
Much Kudos, dear word-smith