...and all I could say was..
"Wishing well, wishing well..",
everything else was blank.
=SaintlyDark
,,,,Newest
Fetal Thoughts******Fetal Thoughts
Take this…
…
Her Question:
“Why should I forgive you, you bastard fuck?!”
The setup:
A pause, a response, two artists, two dark gods, two fallen angels, two creationists in the future sense… one wishing for an answer, the other paused in thought:
His thoughts:
There were no muses without your words attached in succulent grandeur, nor missions lost without the pardoned makeshift wings you forged for me with carpenter like
precision w
by =SaintlyDark
Licentious Angels******Licentious Angels
I remember the day the blade fell from between your fingers and I could see the lines you’d cut along your inner thigh.
Oh how your fingers seemed so small and innocent up until that day, I can remember seeing them gently holding flower stems, and how they’d run through your little brothers hair so fondly…
Now they were devilish escapees of all that was wanton and depraved, how I lusted over those fingers which could cut beauty away without flinching, and dreamed of tasting the freshly speckled life from the arches and curves
by =SaintlyDark
No Extenuation******No Extenuation
Look at him! He’s been playing pretend,
all these little issues hold him free from disaster, with inspirations lost to the damned and forgetful weather.
He’s pieced together dreams from thunderstorms and left behinds, watched the walls cave in on facades that marked musehood with so much disastrous pushing and forcing that nothing could be real, nothing could be real at all.
Where was he when each day brought new disasters? Thinking of you behind every face, every want, every breath overtaken by the stress of t
by =SaintlyDark
Of Tomorrow******Of Tomorrow
From soft shelled revelry I fell into something loathsome, with the frequent beats which veins filled so shallowly, I came to parse this magnificence from the letters which you placed gently upon paper with ink and new adventurous memories…
Where did you often find yourself bathed in liquors and dreams? The same place I found confessors roaming elegantly entwined with devil’s who wished for the sublime of evening souls left among the passive tears moaned and poured by the innocents bled.
“Lifeless! Heartless!
by =SaintlyDark
Dorchester Winds******Dorchester Winds
Words seem pointless now, so shallow and melancholy, and all these drifting memories often leave me conspiring to regain the little feelings I once felt…of escape.
I dream of pools birthing organs and waters thick and subdued, where my fingers can find secrets and leave blackened and confused.
Beneath suns which walked Wilde and Blake and Mallarme, I wish to find solace there within the ribs which once I fell
...so faithfully into.
******
by =SaintlyDark
Pitch*****Pitch
Memories came flashing, of the nights I spent cutting into her chest.
Looking for her heart, I fell in love with her ribs.
They were lined with William Blake's wood carvings and held secrets I cherished more than the light of the stars.
Now I spend my free time searching through codices...
[I try to understand how mysteries tendrils slipped through my grasp that lonely night...face pressed to glass and frost pushing through Winter's cold and icy breath.]
and wit
by =SaintlyDark
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Living in HellIt is one of the great beauties of life. After battling hell for mental centuries, eventually you just pull up a chair and make yourself at home. Get comfy next to the fire place (and it’s a big one). Soak in the heat. Take in a deep breath of brimstone and sigh. Now that is some damn fine sulfur.Living in Hell
“We spare no expense,” Satan utters proudly as he flips through the pages of a notoriously terrible novel. “You know you have two hundred new research papers to read tonight?”
“Of course, Satan. What do I look like? An idiot?”
I walk over to the pile happily and pick up a twen
by ~clan-destine
Beneath the fearsome sky“A scream of silence we crave A storm to blow the dust, For the dead to restBeneath the fearsome sky
…and spare our grave”
Everlasting wars,
Blew rage as an offspring Our candles drained One strike, in one frame… From a mist to a fog The one-eyed seeing man is king The song of blood and gore,
Splinters and debris The bombs had to sing. Shattered hope, love and dreams You drew the world in your stream Red and flowing, sordid river A soldier sailed you on a dead beaten child
Agony engraved, Forevermore the scars Like a metal sliver lost in our h
by =ViviPhalloids
SilenceThat sepia silence, devoid of colour, lacking emotion. Too much had been said,Silence
adjectives had long ceased to
make any impact. I'd stopped relying on nouns months ago.
Still, sometimes I want to shake confessions out of you, the way that priests shock boys into spilling secrets. Have you ever held that kind of fear toward me? The kind that makes you want to tell me all?
Your shell tight mouth tells me no.
I guess my down cast eyes tell you the same.
by =thewesternwoods
Loss Of WordsThe words that travel From your vocal cords Into my eardrum Leave me speechless, And I can’t tell whether mine have been severed Or ripped out and wrapped around my neck. Suffocation is nice, but stragulation is sweeter. You said so yourself when your hands were lingering over my shoulders And the red marks around my throat were becomming clearer.Loss Of Words
by ~Pisstified
Lost Among the SilentWe walked among the silent stones listening to the Siren voice of Death. Two transient soulsLost Among the Silent
with nothing but thoughts to spin across the dark matter. We would find in the rain the drowning sorrow of the sky and an echo of misery resounding in our shadowed hearts. Sacred bits of memory are lost in the earth as an empty grave opened up before us. And I fell while you wept the bitter tears of loneliness and fear. I was buried there and you walked away in the grieving rain.
by *InlikenessofanAngel
Blood and BoneI peel through the layers of your epidermis,Blood and Bone
slowly, like a lover reeling from their first caustic embrace. Then tenderly, so lovingly, I move the flesh, until your ribs are exposed, proud and bleeding red.
And even though your eyes are dull
(I doubt that they can focus) I still move respectfully, careful not to hurt you. I've never ever hurt you. And then! A tap, a snap, a crack as
your ribs bend outwards, disconnected and free.
(I think I hear you moan in lust, then again it could be me.)
Then my prize, those rare heaving org
by =thewesternwoods
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