free verse universeExistentialismfree verse universe by librarian-of-hell
all day every day
i watch them walk the socio path
and i cannot find my own
so i drift from A to B
then to C and back again
putrid zit on the face of the earth
wormfood walking with wailing songs trailing in the air
a solar flare
lights up the void
there is no sky
no blue ceiling to prevent rocks falling on our heads
and we are velociraptors
sitting ducks on a piece of rock
hurtling through disembodied
clouds of dust
cloud my mind
have you ever wondered why
would purposelessness build creatures of purpose
whose existence is madness
living through self-destruction
born to rape
and to be raped
and even have it videotaped
i mean really
think about it
i'm carrying a horse on my back to the water
but he wants to die of thirst
doesn't even lick the sweat off my skin
even though i see the longing in his eyes
to wet that parched tongue
mind over matter
the mind doesn't matter
as if only these two choices w
the cold war lingers onMother Couragethe cold war lingers on by librarian-of-hell
just how empty do i have to be
for you to feel full? you couldn't fulfill
whatever dreams that desiccated heart
might have harbored in the restricted 60s
when you were young and deluded by red flags
waving over the "happiest barracks"
where a forced smile made the glasnost
now it's all the same again, at least
in terms of the numbers:
human capital flight
is at a height
no one had dreamed of when i was born
amongst the throes of a bloodless revolution -
at least they call the last gasps of a monster
a revolution now, as if the collapse
was anything but natural.
it's a shame, really, although you
(and this schizoid little country that in my head
you often represent like a personification)
have no shame at all.
oh, Mother Courage - you lost your daughter.
you lost her before you realized she's there.
The Tongue Transplant
has my tongue been cut out?
i replaced it with a new one,
so cheap it can't be stolen,
dominant all over the world because
Mortal Sins - Scene 4A voice in the darkness. Pitch black, like the unforgiving void of outer space. Only a familiar voice. First a whisper, then growing, clear, understandable. A deep, manly voice, calm and reserved, but full of subtle regret.Mortal Sins - Scene 4 by librarian-of-hell
"He lost his left arm, but I lost my right."
Falling. Hurtling towards the unseen ground like a meteor. A dot of light below - an anchor in the dark. It grows into a fire, illuminating men bent over a map. Then the map grows into a real field, with Virgil falling into it, and night fading into daylight, silence bursting into a chaos of noises. Horses neigh, explosions thunder, people yell and scream. Suddenly, the fall stops. He's walking on glass, or ice, above the battle scene. Helpless. Forced to watch as those below are slaughtered. His fists thump on the invisible wall, to no avail. He feels a hand fall on his shoulder, turns around, and finds General Jackson peering deep into his eyes.
"This is what you've done."
The bearded face turns pale, sunken, dead, m
I loved you when you were unfaithful; what would I have done if you were true?
- Jean Racine
As long as there was
a chance to escape
in the prison.
The chance to escape
was a freedom that no one
wanted to lose.
- Gösta Ågren
That was the kind of lie that I hoped never to have to tell again, the contempt I hoped never to have to show, about the things that really mattered to me. And in order not to have to do that, I would pretty well have to stay clear of the people I used to know.
- A. Munro, from 'Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage' (Family furnishings)
I do my thing
and you do your thing.
I am not in this world
to live up to your expectations.
And you are not in this world
to live up to mine.
You are you and I am I.
And if by chance
we find each other, it's beautiful,
If not, it can't be helped.
- Fritz Perls
Not exactly a hobbyist, but therapeutic writing wasn't an option. Self-doubting white girl with a tendency to obsess over stuff, which I take out on... formerly paper, nowadays my DA page. |
As long as you don't attempt to "cheer me up" or get all religious on me, we'll get along well. Tell me what's your poison and I... won't exactly tell who you are, but pour you a round and tell a good story, 'kay?
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Favourite style of art: pretty much anything BUT anime
Operating System: Ubuntu
Skin of choice: white, nicely scarred
Favourite cartoon character: Hawkgirl, Martian Manhunter, Wolverine, Simon's Cat
Personal Quote: "Meow."