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A forest and a castleA forest and a castle-
hidden space in both
In nature you are my teacher
Inside you lie and smoke.
Inside the things I want to do are cancelled
So I roam through the hidden spaces,
I crawl around, unfound against the dark stained wood
In a flickering light that illuminates the floor,
an orange glow
grabs my wrist and drags me out
sudden so -
and outside a cold wind blows
which i follow, running wild
past twigs and branches that
try to capture me
but the wind has my breath and voice
so I chase it, wordless
In your face, in your eyes
I find the truth
and I cry because you are not real
and I cry because I am not real.
So I hold onto you so the wind won't carry you away
and we are suddenly together
with a slanted forest under our feet
and walking through it
we try to speak the thoughts in our mind
before they turn to blood
and flow away.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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