This Is Money Snake. She Only Appears Every 312 Years. 

I was going to post more stuff more often but the, in my opinion, unnecessary drama over Aventurine is making me reconsider things. I made a lot of pieces after I finished the 2.1 quest but I worry about posting them.

I'm sure no one really cares since I usually post once in a blue moon anyway but I still find the drama concerning. Perhaps that just me though.

The Myth Of A Haven (Even Rumors Tell A Truth)

Within a sanctuary Far from home A place only the dreamers know A paradise for the lost Weary and wandering Not a human soul you may find Though the keepers may show A being adorned with stars A cloak of fresh sage green Draped lightly upon his shoulders He offers a quiet place to rest To forget the woes of reality And perhaps your eyes are drawn To the markings left on his skin Bruises reminiscent of teeth Perhaps you'd offer a hand In return for his kindness Though he will wave you off every time He bears them with pride A blessing from his god Only earned after hours of worship Something you may never understand The price of devotion The reward of adoration The thrill of leaving your fate In the grasp of someone else Perhaps it is not for you But in the end What does it matter You do not belong in their world Soon you'll be nothing more Then the ghost of a memory That walked the lands Where he shall live Your paths are fated to diverge So listen well And heed this story of mine Leave them be For you and I are chalk and dust And they are a binary star Adrift in a universe far from ours

Unholy Worship (The Tale Of The God Of Sinners)

Another small piece for @flokali and @chococolte. (I did attempt to send it through an ask but tumblr is acting up and all I get are errors so I've resorted to tagging.)

Is it not harrowing?

To see their devotions edge?

Razor sharp and paper thin

It is deadly and dangerous 

Do you care?

When it is not to you 

They turn their vicious nature to?

When it is soft and kind

Tender touches that never bruise?

When their loyalty will outlive the sun

The moon and the stars?

When they heed no mortal limit

To please your every whim?

Will you deny them?

Derive them of their worship

Their very purpose?

Surely you'll indulge them

After receiving a taste

Their desperation and adoration 

A drink of sweet honey 

Laced in cloying poison

An addiction of ichor

They'll crown you in blood

And the rarest of gems

Offering their body

As a temple to you

To desecrate as you'd like

You're caught in a loop

But it's quite alright

Revel in your glory

For as long as you please 

Who are they to defy their God's will anyway?

I think some people forget that some literature and some media is meant to be deeply uncomfortable and unsettling. It's meant to make you have a very visceral reaction to it. If you genuinely can't handle these stories then you are under no obligation to consume them but acting as if they have no purpose or as if people don't have a right to tell these stories, stories that often relate to the darkest or most disturbing parts of life, then you should do some introspection.

Thank you! Your other works are also very good but I really liked "the idea of sickness." I haven't seen a mutually destructive(?) one written like that before so it made me want to write a piece for it. bsjacx that's such a high compliment especially since it was such an impulsive piece- I'm glad you liked it!!

Fallen From Grace (The Tale Of A Desecrated God)

The vengeance of a wretched god

Whose forgiveness is cruel

And their hunger unabating

They eat and eat

Consume til they burst

Adoration and devotion rots their teeth

Guilt and sorrow taints their tongue

Blood, sweat and tears seep into their throat

As souls line their stomach

It's not enough

Nothing is enough

A god hungers

And a soul yearns

For the piece that was torn

Lost in darkened void

They ache for something to fill the hole

That is all that remains of what they lost

To feel complete and whole

To return to a time before 

When things were kinder, simpler 

When hunger was not all that they were

@myuni-moon A little piece inspired by your writing. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Memories Of A Life Never Lived (Why Am I Worth Your Love?)

Starshine glimmer in dark oceans, the flicker of familiarity that truly made no sense yet still persistently existed. He does not linger on the memories he knows are not his, and yet they surface in his mind time and time again. He tips his head, bowing his head in submission as he is pressed onto satin sheets. He does not understand the ramifications of his remembrance, but he falls back into its embrace, willingly drinking from the truth that only he knows. He moans your name, gratitude lacing his every word and love flowing in his veins. Breathless whines and keening whimpers at the feeling of butterfly kisses across his skin, his eyes glazing in ecstasy. His mind falls, pleading and sobbing into quicksand, drowning in the memories that are not his, and yet they are all the same.

Each person he sees, he knows, is him, and yet he can not fathom how. For each iteration of his being has you by his side, steadfast and ever loving. His mind and his body wars with the other, pleasure overtaking the confusion blooming in his mind. His breath stutters, catching in his throat as he lets out a quiet but heaving sob. Tears glimmer in his eyes, beading on his eyelashes like the first of morning's dew. And for a moment, his world whites out, silence echoing in his ears like the death knell that he remembers hearing but never experiencing. When he comes to, he waits for a moment to catch his breath, and he smiles up at you. Wistful and longing and far too knowing.

The one who survives in the face of time and the tides of the seasons, and the one who lives and dies and lives again, to be mortal and not. They are doomed to fail, but that is the price of a live that was never meant to be. For eternity, they are sworn, but it is a tale of heartbreak and an ache soul deep.

I'm also going to go on a small ramble in the tags because I love your interpretation but I also have another that I really want to share.

Your Faith Has Made You Complacent (And Thus Your Pride Will Bring You To Ruin)

Another piece inspired by @m1d-45. I have normally have great impulse control unless it's writing. Then this happens.

Instincts honed

Through years of wear

It has led them well

When their heart was torn

And their mind in shambles

So why?

Why is it now

That they fail to listen?

It pulls back 

Desperate to get away

To plead for forgiveness 

For ignorance and arrogance 

They do not listen 

Not this time

Emotions surge 

As their heart thunders

Their mind races 

Ignoring the sirens that blare

They raise their blade

Even as something 

Someone?

In the back of their head howls

The weapon plunges 

Sinking into soft flesh

The thud of a guillotine

A hasty execution 

It is a graceless death 

That prickles their skin

As a sense of wrongness settles

Something is not right

When they fall to their knees?

Why were they trying to heal the dead?

Why did their soul ache?

Why does it feel so wrong?

Oh.

What have they done?

The Line Between Devotion And Obsession Is Marked By Ink (Ink Is Reminiscent Of Blood, Is It Not?)

A small piece inspired by @flokali and their works. I hope you enjoy!

Your presence was a miracle

Every touch was a blessing

Something they surely did not deserve

They were not worthy 

Yet you gifted them such precious things

Indulged in their filthy desires

Allowed them so close

Adorned them with such pretty words

It drew them closer to devotion

And deeper into madness

There was nothing they would not do

Should you command them 

The countries they swore themselves to

The friends they promised to never betray

It would all burn to ashes 

They would stain themselves with blood

Taint their soul with sin 

As long as you approved 

If you smiled and praised and petted

Then they would be content

Even if the world were to crumble

And no one were to survive 

As long as you were happy

There would no greater honor

Than to die in your name

So don't fret too much

Command them as you please

They would want nothing more 

Than to be yours and yours alone

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

A Fall From Grace (Willing Victims Of Sin)

@chococolte. I appear to be having issues with sending asks so I hope this format is alright. As you can tell, by the amount of poetry I've made, I am still very much enjoying your work.

Devoted followers

Shielded by steadfast earth

Cloaked by wandering winds

Guided by mournful lightning

Warded by boundless flora

Draped in shimmering ice

Crowned in flickering flames

Guarded in elegant dew

It is for their Holiness

That they unite

If their Grace demanded for their death

To rip open their chest 

And hand deliver their heart 

They would without hesitation

Displayed as glorious offerings

Nothing would please them more

Than the act of pleasing their God would be

If they were ordered to bare their soul

To let their Deity into their body

And puppet their every move

They would scramble to be the first

To be honored as a vessel

They would never deny their Creator

Their belongings 

Their home 

Their people

Nothing mattered 

Not if their Beloved called for it

The Exalted One above all 

Who were they to defy your will

When even the slightest praise 

Fulfilled the very purpose 

For which they were born for

Perhaps it is true

That they've fallen from grace

But they could never really care

Not when their Honored One holds them so

Blessing them with tender love 

And keeping them ever close