Know when to dawdle,& when to sprint.Body moving faster than mind,Even if in autopiloted directions.When running,In shape,Let my jogging rhythm,Follow my music.Then once sorted,My mind was free to plot,Or plan.Write,Or process.Signs:Singing when I'm happy.Mental health,At a glance.
Little Witches,Little Witches,Never forget:Scars are in actuality -Stories.Memories.Carved across our skin,Or flesh.Follow my fingers,As they trace my ugly body:From black bags,To white streaks.Purple-white stretch marks,I can never remove.Half an eyebrow.Missing tip,Of one ear.
Dancing Will O'Wisps,Bright Blue.Holding a thousand memories -On which I plan to feast.Adding to my corpse piles,One by one.My flock is the true benefactor,My own leashed ghosts.Drinking power themselves,To grow in affect upon a living world.They come,When I call.They eat,When I eat.
Becoming Beast;In the dark.Feral creature of base desires.Dripping of saliva,Twisting of the tongue.Before dragging it across lips.Lines of moisture,Intermingled substances.Terrified sounds in the dark.Tension in moans,Escaping from throats.Brutish.Confident.Hungry.Worst Of The Worst.
Blessed be our hallowed hours.When darkness settles,Imagining a light,Each unto themselves,In this infinite abyss.Entropy!I call you.Bear baiting,Trainspotting,Call it whatever'a fuck you want.MY MORTALITY WAS ALWAYS ASSURED -from the startSo was yours.My odds are slim.Defiance.Eh?
Non Binary Identity?Born Male,Indoctrinated in all the toxic masculinity;Bigoted parent could inject.Disowning them?A step in my journey,Of identity.Don't owe you androgyny,Nor do I owe you anything,Really.The kind of Enby,Who despises gender as a construct.Rather be a Cryptid,Or Titan.
Past Midnight.Witching Hours.When our masks come off,Skin & muscle pulled,Then torn away.Becoming our true Cryptid selves,Basking in moonlight;So hungry for the Sun,That we drink mere reflections -Off the Corpse of Theia.Tears,Memories,Ghosts,All.Not a single one of my spells -Can defeat...
Goodnight Void.Even if it's been a while -Can always count on you,To be waiting.Singing My Prayers To Entropy.From Nothing I Came,To Nothing I Must One Day Go.Transitioning.From craving early ends -To hungering for life itself.Glutton Slavering At Immortality,When only words will remain.
Cryptid,Reeking Of Stories.Aura,Size of orbitals,Suppressed to preserve spacetime normality.Power Overwhelming.Cheat Code & All.Pressure,Mass,Density,Volume,Crammed into slivers of space,Between realities.Black Hole Son;Immense Weight Indeed.Peel back my layers,Story bleeds out.
When is a corpse a corpse, of course? Morse code flashbacks to stacked racks of SOS klaxons. Fresh Tracks In Snow. Forgo Enlightenment These Days,Ways to maze my ways amazed or not.What begot love is fraught with curses of ending. Tyrant,Hungering Evermore. Brash or lax didacts masked as dictata...
Dreams.Nightmares.Paralysis Demons.&,Everything In Between. Shadowed Intent As Ethereal Tone No stanza could be strong enough,To hold us.Pressure building,Until our blood erupts in geysers,From the bulkheads. Death by drowning -Soaked in hemoglobin. Despair The usual,Please.
Up past noon.Falling back into old neurodivergent habits,Failing to meet society where it stands.Weeks melting into blurs.Hunting motivations.Yet.Wasting away to nothing.Witch Moon Memories.Dark Dirge Destiny.A future I am unable to paint,Blocked by financial terrorists,& crooked finance.
Creating entire universes,Worlds,& peoples.Method Acting fictional characters;Only read in books or stories,& never given visual form.All to paint false Zeitgeists,& societies,To play funhouse mirror to ours.Warnings bellowed via fake extremes,Speaking of futures -We hope to prevent.
Precious little slices -Cross sections of existence.Seconds, minutes, hours,Trickling by in homeostasis.Scraping by like this,Isn't living.Floating in purgatories of wage slavery,Isn't living,Either.What worth is talent,Or intelligence,In this world,Riddled -With such broken hierarchy?
Pop.Bubble Go Boom.Upside Down Pyramids,Written in derivatives,Doomed to topple.Lives thought invincible,Crimes paid off in bribes.They called it lobbying.Occupy;Simmering rage -An intricate wisdom of the masses,That they were getting fucked!Wall St.?Drank Champagne,Pointed,& laughed.
What right?There's no constitution that exists,Even close to perfection.When speaking of "Humanist Utopia,"I'm chasing my own brands of "perfect."Ball my hands into fists,Mourning."Guess I'll Give It A Go!"My vision,My attempt on Reality.You don't have to help,Just don't get in my way.
My Legacy?Don't really care about personalization,Of my goals,Or works.It's simply been a transition in several things.Desires to use my ticking time -To leave behind what I can;Helping folks think critically.Write art that tells my story,Merely so others can learn from it.Instill:Self...
Been a few centuries.Your archaic ideas of woodsmen,Are out of date.Logger-talk,Slang dialects unique to my origin.Running twenty-five ton machines,That would terrify you -In thy lack of understanding.Won't repeat their lofty scene.Shall create my own art;& future,For my species.
Midnight Microwave Nachos,Into Trashy Isekai binges.Staying up until 1:30!Such scandal,For old cryptids like us.Used to sleeping dozens of millennia,Brumating away in space.Queer things.Odd things.Asexual obliviousness -Neurodivergent wonderlands.Absolute Zero.In terms of pressure.Very chill.An...
Hamlet.Always my favourite.Stolen story or not.Exact same existential crises,As I lived.Every day.For a very long time.Pondering:Whether death was better than life,As if inevitable assurances didn't matter.Failed Twice.Kill the world that scorned me?Or save the few that deserve it?Hamlet method...