Paraphernalic Thoughts

2022-06-09 06:25:16 Blackbird

There's a vulture in my heart
That waits in a shell of solemn silence
Painted with the
Hues of utter misery,
Emaciated and deranged
By famine and solitude,
He reclines atop a dying tree
On a branch
Unfit to be embraced
By the claws of this
Lonesome scavenger

He feels it in the way the sun
Ebbs ever so slowly
He can smell death
Clawing its way
Towards the heart
To eternally halt its rhythm
He feels it coming
The drought that will soon
Insinuate the vessels
And the land below
Purging it of blood, vitality
And light
He can almost taste it
The dead fibres of the four
Diseased chambers
He can already see himself
Rupture the septum
Of a dead beat heart
He can feel the winds of
A putrid atmosphere
Carrying his smoldering wings

He has to wait
Patience is his fortè

All the cigarette has damaged the arteries
All the violence has drained the essence of love
All the indolence has hindered its growth
All the alcohol has burned its valves
All the veins have given up trying
All the children have entered the ground
All the other birds have died

He has to wait
For a day
A week
A month
Perhaps a year or two
For the imminent rapture

All its temples are in ruins
All its capillaries are smudged in tar
All it harbors is hatred
And disease
And wine
And a cult whose god is death

The only thing alive
Is the vulture
On that tree

Who waits and
Waits and
Waits Open / Comment

2022-06-08 08:53:35 "I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it.
I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear dagger proof tunics, and as a dagger proof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world"

~Lemony Snicket (Beatrice Letters) Open / Comment

2022-06-08 03:58:44 "The driving force is pushing down on us with all it's might
But our unbending quest for truth will come to light
Has oppression got the best of us?
Primed for the glory of applause" Open / Comment

2022-06-03 06:58:39 What I write now isn't about me anymore,
It was all me,
For once I had something i called mine.
All those words which were scattered were me,
Now why does it seem like,
All my scribblings are about you,
As if what was once mine, suddenly became yours,
Why?

#tyler Open / Comment

2022-05-31 04:49:24 @paraphernalia Open / Comment

2022-05-28 19:21:35 Sleepless nights turn into words, there's always a ship that's sinking.

This art which we call writing, is nothing but creative overthinking.

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@livin_truth Open / Comment

2022-05-27 20:27:53 See, Sarah Lynn? We're not doomed. In the grand scheme of things, we're just tiny specks that will one day be forgotten. So it doesn't matter what we did in the past, or how we'll be remembered. The only thing that matters is right now. This moment. This one… Open / Comment

2022-05-27 20:26:39 See, Sarah Lynn? We're not doomed. In the grand scheme of things, we're just tiny specks that will one day be forgotten. So it doesn't matter what we did in the past, or how we'll be remembered. The only thing that matters is right now. This moment. This one… Open / Comment