The blinding Hostility of Braves caught him swiftly between the legs illuminating white hot stars he never knew existed.
In a swift moving stream the one caught up in a dream was none other than the burning lover bubbling with hatred.
And until the city lights die steely idle deaths, the humid breaths of wood nymphs flood the world with with fleeting realities.
Hot blooded girls feed vampire-minded boys with night darkened eyes twinkling lace of cosmic futures unfolding in their hearts.
All the while legs open and hearts close in the menagerian tales of woven minds and political moths of deception and disenchantment.
This is the world we live in cry apocalyptic passerby under cloud of skepticism and rain of denial, merely hoping to save our souls.
The churning grumbling hands write the words that dig up the hatchet and and rock children to sleep in their cradles of lies.
Biting flies lie and flying lies bite while plates are thrown into a grin, powers like wrath upon the path of light.
A jolly old soul likes ribbons and coal with white eyes and warm lies to fatten the heart and loosen the wallet of the future damned.
Dry ice explosions and wet ice melting collide and scrape the raw nerves of the workers, tightening heart strings and playing vocal chords.
Spindly baleen promises hold together nations and apart wars while well concealed daggers shave ice and bide time 'til the show.
Rainbow willed psychics spill spells of love and disasters as numbers scream and words whisper and thoughts are silenced.
Green engines heat the homes of curdled collagen earning titles and self respect as jealousy enamored ravens consume and cannibalize the ball.
Author notes
Ahm... this was done with no intentions from my own conscious will. I just wrote what words came into my mind or what images I kinda saw. This was kind of a therapeutic thing. So... if you don't understand it, that's fine, I don't really myself, but if you do... please tell me ; _ ;
. . . e_e Did you get any of that?
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Wait...I re-read this, and still don't fully get this but are you trying to make some sort of (still illegible to me) statement about this nice little screwed-up world? I think I caught onto that impression in a few of the lines and phrases.
All the while legs open and hearts close in the menagerian tales of woven minds and political moths of deception and disenchantment.
This is the world we live in cry apocalyptic passerby under cloud of skepticism and rain of denial, merely hoping to save our souls.
...and...
Spindly baleen promises hold together nations and apart wars while well concealed daggers shave ice and bide time 'til the show.
Rainbow willed psychics spill spells of love and disasters as numbers scream and words whisper and thoughts are silenced.
They make me think of someone trying to say, in an astoundingly poetic way, "Look at how crazy this place is getting." Am I right...? If not, I'll feel stupid, but if so, I'm a fooking geniuzz. XD -
No, but it was the coolest poetry-acid-trip ever. XD
Therapeutic is healthy for you anyway. I'm trying it a LOT more now.
"Rainbow willed psychics spill spells of love and disasters as numbers scream and words whisper and thoughts are silenced."-I'm stealing some of these metaphors one day. But I'll put a disclaimer on them. Promise.
(Ravens can consume and cannibalize balls?)
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wow! sord of!
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thanks :3
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