Experience Tumblr Like Never Before
They could see the stars tonight, bright splatters of light across the shadows of the sky. They don't really know why they decided to come out here, so far from the comfort of their little cottage, but they don't want to return, not yet at least. Wrapped in their cloak, they nestle themselves into the trunk of an old, hollowed out tree as they crane their neck upwards. The stars flicker and blink down at them, almost as if they were waving a hello. A ridiculous thought they don't mind entertaining as they raise their own hand to wave back. Maybe they are a bit of a fool, but they never claimed to be wise in the first place.
This reminds them of dreams they could have sworn they had forgotten, the wisps of names and faces that linger on their tongue even as the memories faded from their mind. They could almost feel the leathery skin underneath their fingertips, the sharp edges of scales too big. The blooming feeling of awe as feather and fur alike curl around their shoulders. Even the whistling winds, rustling through leaves and grass, remind them of the songs they used to sing, the lyrics long forgotten. Not quite unexpectedly, it hurts. Aching something fierce and bold in their chest, that forces tears to well in their eyes. Logically, they know it's silly to cry over something they can barely remember, over something that the world doesn't remember existing. At least, not in this life.
But they don't swallow down the sob that leaves their throat nor wipe away the iridescent tears that fall from their eyes. They don't mind the chill that seeps into their chest as their tears soak through the thin fabric of their shirt, far too busy watching the stars drift across the skies. They think, at first, only distantly, that they can see the twisting shapes of long serpentine bodies and billowing wings. They swear they can hear the timber of voices overlapped, the shadows of all too human bodies that they should know but can't quite remember. They wonder if they can miss people that don't exist.
They wonder if these memories are what drives them away from the people, the connections, of this earth. Star child, they remember their grandmother whispering to them in the late hours of the night. You are loved, they remember her murmuring to them every day from then on. They remember clinging to her feeble form as she spun tales of mystical beasts and stories of man made gods. Rivers to a lake, spiraling into the deep caverns underneath, hoarding knowledge underneath their silence. They wonder if there was some truth to her tales after all.
Star child, that name, title they suppose, has haunted them throughout their entire life. They wonder if it is why they can taste lightning on their tongue even when the skies are clear, if it is why they can feel the brittle-snap of thunder between their teeth. They wonder if it is why frost cradles their skin even when hearth-warm fire curls in their chest, the duality often leaving them sick and bedridden. Wildfires spark to life, just shy of burning and charring the vulnerable flesh of their heart. That coil around their ribcage and rumble as though the earth was quaking under a cat's quiet purr. All the while, ice forms at the base of their throat, encircling their arms like sharp shackles. They don't mind the chill, even when it hurts to speak. They welcome the frost and the cold, wrapping themselves in snow to stave off the constant heat.
They suppose it is, just like the winds that push for them to wander the world. A wanderlust unseen in their family, where others root themselves into the soil, they take to the skies. Following where the breeze and the gales blow them, the peaks of snow-capped mountains and the depths of oceans. Their body is not meant for travel, frail from the war that wages inside them. But it's not as if they could stop. They ache for the road, to chase after the stars as if they could someday reach up to pluck them from the skies. Their only real companion over the years, the feel of coiled bodies in the palm of their hand and the sound of an echoing roar in their ears.
Sometimes, they still expect a tail to curl itself around their legs even though the creature that tail is connected to only resides in their dreams. They still turn and expect to see the divine tipped claws of monsters, to have to tip their head back to speak to looming shadows of those they should know and still somewhat do, even if they haven't met them yet. Their disappointment when all that greets them is silence and emptiness is often crushing and immeasurable, inconsolable grief that drapes across their shoulders like a dark veil. Those days, they spend their time inside, away from the sun and the stars, away from the gaze of the people that stare and stare. They spend those days painting and writing, over and over, trying to capture the faces and forms of their companions they so desperately want to remember.
But it never looks quite right. Something is always wrong, always off. Failure is a bitter thing to swallow, it tastes of bile and blood and tainted honor. It is the shattering of pride, the sting of human hubris that leads them to bury their half written journals and messily sketched paintings. It is what forces them to grip the few pieces of their memories close, cradling their dreams like the most precious of treasures. Long fluttering scarves and cloaks, flowing fabrics that hide the invisible pouches of chiming bells and glimmering scales. Though they carry little on their journey, they can't help but feel an anchor's weight on their shoulders, Atlas heavy. A worthwhile price for the imaginary companions that drive away the loneliness, even if they do still want to feel the steady heartbeat underneath their hands.
Star child, they muse to themselves, it grows more fitting by the year. Stardust in their veins and the world at their fingertips, it is only a matter of time before they will be cradled in the careful coils of their once lost companions, one way or another.
@n0tamused
Winding corridors of dust covered shelves, missing the little hatchling who wandered the halls. Wispy smoke reaches out, a frail finger tipping a half finished book into waiting hands. The ink has long dried, but the memories have not, so they take up a brush. Swirling the fine bristles into the ink, staining the pages with shadow and tar. Another name, another chapter, one more world to add to the archives. They set the brush down, dabbing away the ink with a damp cloth as they gather stardust into their arms, weaving it into the image of a spider's web. Engraving it into the leather covers with sunglow pins, the name shimmers in the faint light of the lanterns. A moment of hesitation before they turn, the doors silently closing behind them. Distant, ephemeral stories await their arrival, and a vast archive trapped in time can always wait just a little bit longer.
He looks inhuman, with his smile that strains just a little too much at the corners and eyes that gleam with an artificial liveliness. An ink black stain on his skin, marring his neck and displaying his sin. Dangerous, you hear the whispers, mocking and cruel with a hint of caution that feels ice cold. Aventurine, they call him, with eyes of vivid colors that perhaps would have been mesmerizing once, but were dull and glassy now. A gem, polished and set on a pedestal for all to see.
You find it, and him most of all, tragic. Someone clearly put effort into making him presentable, clothing him in bright hues that are impossible to ignore, and his personality is loud, ringing in your ears like the echoes of a scream within the long halls of desolation. He hides himself away, protecting himself in the only way he can. Even then, you see the scars that chip away at his mind, the tiny nicks and scratches that feel like chasms to your stardust vision.
You want to reach out, wish you could cup his soul in your hands, and hide him away beneath the starshine veil you wear. You want to fill his wound with sunglow and stitch him back together with a long thread, shadow stained to prevent another scar. Perhaps he would not notice a new mark on his skin, but you did not wish to add to his canvas. Perhaps kindness is poison to him now, years of cruelty that led to painful isolation.
He is frozen, frostbitten limbs that burn as they warm by the fire. You wonder if he would cry if you hugged him, the steady pulse of a star in your chest that reaches out for him just as it has for your cherished companions. You wonder how long it will take before he willingly returns to your side, head bowed as he presses himself into your chest and shudders as though he'll fall apart the moment you let him go.
You wonder when he will relax in your hold and when he will not flinch but lean willingly into your touch. Perhaps it will take years, or even decades. Perhaps he will never lose the sharp, jagged edges of his broken pieces. But that's okay, you have time. You will wait however long it takes, just as you have for each and every one of your beloved companions.
Child of the golden stars, how do you plead?
He peers around the ornate room, the heavy weight of a golden medallion on his chest as he breathes. He expects dust and ash falling to the ground, the laughter of someone he loves in his ears, but there is only silence where he stands. He does not have much to offer, but still, he raises a tattered dream with small, thin hands up to skies. Words spring from his lips, his hands unable to stifle the harrowing words: ■■■■■■
Child of the desolate sands, how do you plead?
There are faceless people around them, dripping red, red into the stands. The one before him raises his arms in surrender, letting cold shackles form around his wrists and tightening around his neck. A placid smile that looks eerie and wrong plastered on his face as he raises his chin up. The same echo in his voice as he answers: ■■■■■■
Child of the impious idols, how do you plead?
The silk that wraps so snugly around him feels like the cruel grip of a trap, a spider's web in which he thrashes. Hollow eyes scream and weep without tears as he brings himself to smile, a lie on his lips. He can feel the dread creeping in, the voice of death in his ears. He offers himself up, splaying out his hands as he welcomes all to peck and tear pieces from his shattered self. His truth is already blatant on his lips: ■■■■■■
Child of a fallen star, how do you plead?
Confessions of blood and pain spill from cracked lips, an empty gaze that stares through him as tears fall unbidden from their eyes. Palms upturned, waiting a blow that will punish them further, blackened skin on their neck, and they can not breathe. They speak, and they speak until their voice is raw and their throat is bleeding. Scorching sunflares on their skin, embers burning their bones, and smoke clogging their lungs. They gaze up at the face of their goddess, a gaze that closes upon them thrice over. They are a wretched thing, yet they are cradled ever so gently in the palm of the one who presses a blessing into their soul.
"Guilty."
The glimmer of sunlight flitting across the waters, crystalline reflections that fall into mist. His arms wrap around you, steady and firm as he feeds you piece by piece. The day is oddly quiet, but the change is welcome. It isn't every day your lover joins you for a simple walk. Though admittedly, you have derailed from your plans to visit the garden, but surely it can survive a day without your guidance. Overlooking the seas and sampling pastries from your favorite bakery with the most important person of your life is more than worth missing out on a few hours of fauna watching. It makes you almost wish these days would never end, just so you would never have to see him break from the countless cases he oversees. A judge in name, an executioner in form. It's all you can do to wipe his tears and embrace him close on rainy days. You would bring the world down to its knees for him, and he would do the same for you, but he does not want it for himself. It is a shame, you think, that he does not know the full weight of his worth. But it's alright, you have the rest of your life to convince him of 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.
His hands twitched, his skin rubbed red and raw, his breaths escaping his chest with a rasping wheeze. Apologies carved into his chest as he claws at his arms, the stain of gold stark on his skin. He had not left the cell in days, scrubbing at the stone bricks in vain. Glowing faintly in the dark, he sobs tearless cries at the cruel reminder of his mistakes, as the waters bleed crimson. His blood over his God's, though now he began to doubt his claim of fervent devotion, he has no right, but he is far too greedy to offer its sacrifice just yet. Cradling his vision close, bloody streaks tracing the engraved constellation he knew was his, proof of his status even if he were to fall from grace. Memories with jagged edges that tear and spill open the truths he wished not to see. Iron to his eyes and thread through his lips, he can not hear and no longer can he feel, penance for his sins. A warden of a prison that holds only one. He burns alone, deep beneath the dark waters.
The silence hangs heavy as though the guillotine was raised over his own neck at the sight of pooling blues that shine with a gleam of gold. Eyes glazed and unseeing, pinpricks of starshine glow dimming to shadows of the abyss. The world slows down as panic grows, steadily until it all bursts. The first scream brings about a waterfall of regret and fury. He falls to his knees, his hand reaching out as his vision blurs. His soul was being torn apart. He knew he was forsaken. He had not stricken the final blow, but he had allowed it to fall. He was as guilty as the criminals he once sentenced to the dark prisons below the waters.
He couldn't hear the distorted wailing that echoed through the walls or feel rough hands desperately shaking his unresponsive body as he stared at the corpse, no doubtedly ice cold by now, lay quiet and still at his feet. He hears the faint rumble of a storm gathering outside, the world responding to his grief as the rain begins to pour. Mercury silver raindrops puddling on the roads in murky, muddled blues. At last, his heart can not take the guilt, the agony, and he collapses. His only thought to be allowed to never wake, to be free from the guilt and blood of his God staining his hands like the coward he was, to grovel at the feet of his God like the sinner, once beloved, he is.
A cosmos of stardust
Memories of a life never lived
Of a body that wasn't quite right
A companion to the one lost
Haunted by a vengeful past
Bound to secrecy and silence
He waits for painful judgment
But for the one born of starshine
Love and loyalty is not so easily lost
A beginning brought forth
From vicious destruction
A fate once damned
Blooms ever faithful
Two souls lost in the abyss
At last find their way back home
Upon a throne Far above the clouds Surrounded in Eden He gazes down At the scurrying mortals Each little thing Catches his eye And draws his gaze To mimic a copy Into an archive of memories Though, when travelers near He draws away Allowing his dearest center stage He watches Distant and quiet As wanderers arrive And as they leave One by one To never return Alone once more He turns to his beloved Drawing them into his arms Mouthing at their neck And renewing the marks He had previously left on their skin His darling may be his devotee But sometimes he feels As though he is the worshipper Desecrating their pious body Bringing an angel into ruin But he doesn't mind Even a god must show adoration To the one who holds his heart Knowing only eternity awaits them Within this hidden sanctuary
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
Little lost starchild Fear not the violent nights Nor the evanescent days A blade of shining jade Shall keep you from harm Underneath the stars Which you once called home Unwavering devotion Shackled by sin A silent plea many hear Though few will ever heed A curse born of a wretched world It stains a fated soul inky black An unwanted destiny Set for a beloved bond Watch the realm crumble to ash Mortal and god fall alike Little world eater Pay no heed to this world It has done you no favors Listen to our call Dearest light Coalesce the taint And devour it whole A false godlings command Means very little in our eyes Those who interfere Who dare to chain our children Shall be brought to ruin Take your treasure and run He will be safe with you Anything to keep you happy Our beloved starchild
Pretty little thing
Desperate for a favor
A glance or a graze
Your adoration is adorable
It's almost enough to give in
You would accept anything wouldn't you?
Whether it be punishment or praise
It's all the same to you
Anything for attention
For the drug that you covet
Where is your pride?
Your dignity?
Have you lost it all for me?
Addicted to my presence
Your desperation clouds your gaze
And makes you all the more willing for me
Such a pitiful little thing
So pliable and sweet
Yet nothing more than
A sinner who craves piety
@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
@m1d-45. I've returned with another poem.
Forgive and forget
An interesting saying, is it not?
But can it really be applied here
When the scars remain
Of cruel deaths
And vicious hunts
When the memories linger
Plaguing the mind
Shattering rose tinted glasses
Can one be forgiven
Of such a heinous deed
Can one even forgive
Such a terrible sin
When one pledges loyalty
Faith to the very end
But it is the monsters who stay
Devoted and loving
Forgiveness is not for you
They will never forget
And they will never forgive
Not in the way that matters
You who stood once so tall
Blessed and beloved
Are nothing more than sinners
Fallen from grace
And it is before you
Your honored god sits
Surrounded by a court of monsters
Who wait on them
For every beck and call
Forgive and forget, was it?
Pitiful.
Mercy was not meant for you
You shall find no salvation here
Happy Valentine's Day. I bring fluff, kind of. Not really but it's not angst.
Favors came in starshowers
Purple and gold hues
Surrounded in blues
Sometimes it was luck
Others not so much
But nonetheless it came
Believers yearned
Nonbelievers pleaded
One for approval
The other for forgiveness
Waterfalls of stardust
Swirl and coalesce
To lay blessings of power
Upon all who find themselves
Underneath your banner
Proudly bearing your name
For all to witness
A short piece inspired by @hiraya-rawr's sagau works but mainly references her last resort fic.
Captured and cornered
The crowd calls for your head
It was a mere panicked decision
One you didn't even mean to make
Secrets spill from your lips
Ones you've discovered
Read and remembered
From the time before all this
Stories and promises
Ones that shouldn't be known
All splayed out before them
Like a dam burst open
You can not stop the flow
That tumbles out
It splatters on their faces
Staining them ink and shadow
Send ice through their veins
Freeze them in place
A mirror gaze of stars
That flicker in your blood
Blurring out your edges
Till the shimmer shine of nebulae
Are all that haloes your head
And envelopes your soul
Doesn't it hurt?
That all you're known for
Are stories blown out of proportion
And never truly for yourself?
You have survived
But can you pay the price?
A small piece inspired by @chocoenvy's playing god series but also their writing in general. I got an error when I attempted to send it in through an ask so I don't know if it got sent through or not so here it is in post form.
Pretty little songbird
With broken wings
A melody that shatters
A voice that no longer sings
Silenced by cruelty
A delusion of lies
Fracturing mirrors
Of spiderweb scars
It is not the light that shelters
Not the winds that follows
Or the earth that steadies
Nor the storms that soothes
It is the dark that hides
The ice that guards
Steadfast and strong
The wolves of winter prowl
Fervently devoted
Even steeped in madness
They are not blind
They see and they hear
They answer the call
With little hesitation
Ruin the foolish idols
Bring the heretics to their knees
No mercy left for the merciless
An eye for an eye
You have sown this sin
So you must reap your punishment
Atone for the crime that can not be forgiven
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?
Another piece for @m1d-45. It was meant to be short but as you can tell, got out of hand.
Desperation
You remember it well
How it sparked your blood
And got it to run
How it tasted of bitter and tang
Much like the sting of blood
You remember how it kept you alive
Made your nerves so sensitive
It prickled with every breeze
Every slight disturbance
How it kept your sleep light
And your dreams even lighter
Even now as you watch
The archons who adorn your body
With the most precious of gems
And the rarest of treasures
They who once tried to shed your blood
To water their blade
You see the warriors of each nation
Who tried to rend your soul from your body
Attend your every need
Degrading themselves as objects
As lesser than human
To try and exalt you higher
You feel more than you hear
As you watch once beloved characters
Stain themselves with sin
Desperation of their own
Rising to the surface
Their desperation is monstrous
Predator to prey
Your own desperation has not waned
It has only grown
Writhing under your skin
Fueled by fine jewelry
Silken clothes
And bloodstained manic smiles
Your forgiveness is not sincere
It is learned
Through a lifetime of pain
Of a death so vivid
You're desperate to stay alive
You are willing to do anything
But what once kept you safe
Will now be the one to deal a fatal blow
You already know this
Alarm bells ringing
With every minute move
But it's far too late
You're stuck in puppet motions
That are to never cease
Until the life drains from your eyes
Desperation made you learn to survive
And now that very same lesson shall be the one to end you
@sagau-my-beloved, here it is! I tried to send it through an ask and failed. I got an error message instead? So I'm tagging through a post instead.
Where lightning ceases
The earth shall guard
Where geo can not follow
The wind shall accompany
It is a faithful companion
That tells of stories and songs
From places and times long past
By your side he forms
Cheerful and bright
Loving and sweet
Though it seems honey thick
Desperate and latching
Your presence is like water
A substance they cannot live without
Or perhaps pooling blood
That seeps into every crack
Sealing it tight
Leaving an aftertaste
That reeks of addiction
Perhaps you'd think it of a warning
Were it not so innocent
His joy is infectious
And his charm irresistible
Ignore the danger lurking
He is of no harm to you
A tamed pet for your eyes alone
Enrapture his gaze
And direct his blade
Change how the winds should blow
And he shall bend to your command
He is yours
So won't you be kind?
Even those who stand the trial of time
Can be even more frail than those who fall
Cherish his heart
And the world is yours
A small piece inspired by @m1d-45. I realize this is might be a little morbid for new years but I'm sick so I'm going to blame my inability to read social cues on that. Also I really had fun writing this.
You are prey in this game
Skittish and timid
Gentle and kind
They are the hunters
The predators that prowl
Hunting for your head
You are the hunted
But you are a human
Albeit one twice wronged
Hailed by the world as its God
And accused of malicious imitations
You are capable of reason
And of surrender
Powerless against the powerful
You can run
And you can hide
But you may never win
So the choice is made
Though you find it cruel
Once beloved characters
You built with time and love
From ashes to gold
And from indignity to glory
Now shall stand as your executioner
And be commended by the masses
For being the one to slay you
With the power you earned them
And the weapons you gave
They shall be your end
You find it cruel
And a tad ironic
But perhaps
If it is your favored
Death will be just a little bit kinder
I've sat upon this throne
For a century it feels
But I know
Not a decade has passed
It is velvet plush
And silken smooth
Crafted of sunbeam golds
And starshine silvers
The jewels that adorn it
Are precious and lovely
From the deepest blues
That remind me of oceans
And the empty gaze
Of a devout follower
Stained by ink and blood
The shine of peacock teal
The glimmer of amethyst violet
The spark of sunset topaz
Devotion and adoration
Swirl and coil in irises glazed
A whirlpool of desire
That drags me under
Drowning me in their affection
They've crowned me honor
Exalted me above all
Their touches are butterfly light
Their words dripping with honeydew
Their bodies for me to use
Their souls for me to savor
A title
A crown
So light upon my head
A responsibility
Utter trust and loyalty
Heavy upon my heart
"Absolute power corrupts absolutely"
I've heard it said a dozen times before
But here in this world
Paradisiacal as it is
I can't seem to care
I am their God
It's only right I take my due
A small piece based off of some of @i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry's works.
When your blood runs gold
Who will you run to?
When your wounds fade
Into shining star silver
Who will you trust?
When the world hunts for your head
For a crime you did not commit
Who deserves your favor?
When the world is kind
Where its people are not
Where will you turn?
When you are scorned
Turned away with glare and blade
Will you return to its cradle
Be embraced in its loyalty?
The world knows and will never turn
You will find safety here
Amongst the fauna and the flora
Your reign is undisputed
The world knows
Its people shall know in time
So I wonder
Where you'll end up next
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?
A bit of a longer piece inspired by @flokali
In the quiet abyss of slumber
Stolen away from an empty home
Only to wake to familiar world
Not yours
Not quite
But close enough
You've been here before
Not as yourself
But as a traveler seeking their twin
Searching for their other half
They shouldn't know you
In fact
They shouldn't be alive
They should be codes and pixels
A world just imaginary
Just fantastical and nothing more
Yet here you were
In a bedroom not your own
Surrounded by people you've seen
You've played with
But by all means shouldn't be
You did not belong
No matter what they claim
And yet here you are
The world will change
Just as you already have
After all
Are you sure you've seen these people before?
Are you sure you do not belong here?
Do you remember your past?
Of your empty home filled with memories?
Memories you can't remember?
You don't recognize their names
And certainly not their faces
So how are you so sure you've met them before?
How are you sure you've been taken?
You're here aren't you?
They all seem so worried
And they know you so well
Hm?
Oh dear
Maybe you've been dreaming too long
You're starting to get everything mixed up
Don't worry
They'll take care of everything
And they'll take care of you
You shouldn't worry so much
I'm sure it's a little confusing
And I can sense your panic from here
Everything will be just fine
Besides
This life isn't so bad
I'm sure you'll grow to like it
It's all that you have now after all
The shatter of mirror fractals
Like the chiming of bells
A fog settles and sinks
Muddling memory and thought alike
A drop in an ocean
The ripples become waves
And the waves rise into tsunamis
As one life ends
Another begins
Stolen from a mundane world
To be exalted above all
And chained to a throne
Meant for a righteous God
Is this a blessing?
Or perhaps it is a curse
Either way
It's far too late
The die has cast
And it's already begun
No time for regrets
Not that you would remember any
Let's make the best of this
Okay?
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
@m1d-45 A little piece inspired by some of your writing. I hope you'll like it!
The quiet fade to black
Waking to familiar scenes
Of an unfamiliar world
Only seen through fragile screens
The world croons in welcome
Though its sentiments aren't shared
As the people call for execution
As beloved characters turn their blade
The ones built from ashes to glory
Now set their hunt upon thee
Run and hide
The clock is ever ticking
You will always be caught
So face your death with dignity
Your blood runs starshine bright
Only seen in the burning light
But it's far too late
Your eyes shimmer and glaze
Blank and dull and unseeing
Life fades from your body
Corpse cooling in the shade
There is no time for regret
No time for forgiveness
Sunbeam golden chains bind them tight
As prayers fall from their lips
As the world mourns around them
Their mistake is unforgivable
And thus they must pay the price
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.