to all the dreamers:
go ahead and build your air castles;
let no one tear them down.
you are just as strong as they;
but your armor doesn't show.
Healer“Dante, no. Exactly how drunk was I when I agreed to that?!”
“Well....that certainly woke you up, at least.” Dante threw his head back and laughed like a little kid. Of course, he was far more menacing than a little kid, considering that he three inch fangs—all the better to eat me with.
Despite the fangs, I slapped him, hard. The tiny silver ring I wore for just such occasions made contact with his cheek, burning. His laugh stopped dead, and for a second, the only noise was the sizzling of his skin. A drop of ichor dripped down, burning a small hole in the floor. Another, unluckily, landed on me. Other than that, the room was silent as a grave.
I waited, almost feeling guilty. He stayed still, starting to smell like barbecue.
Then, calmly, he grasped my wrist and pulled it away from his face. A hideous burn—a cauterized hole , about the size of my thumbnail, left a crater in his smooth skin. Unperturbed, he sighed and went back to cleaning my
A tale of two kingsDante King was not overly tall, nor overly masculine, nor even overly handsome. What he was, however, was incredibly intimidating. Five eight, with striking, inhuman eyes—black schlera with red irises—and marble pale skin, incubus stood casually, waiting for me to invite him in (magical creatures, most especially those of the spirit variety, can't cross a threshhold without an invitation, and though Dante was no garden variety ghoul, the rules still applied.)
He was an idiot if he actually thought I'd let him through.
As striking as he was, Dante was the kind of person I didn't easily associate with—rich. Heavily into body mods, the incubus had enough metal in his face to buy my little apartment five times over. To be honest, I'm pretty the amount of gel in his hair was worth more than enough to buy it, too.
Today was different. His undercut was ungelled, his hair unbrushed, it seemed. His piercings were in, but they didn't shine, like usual. A growth of stubble decor
FelidaeBlood doesn't tell. Or, well, it tells everything you need to know, but at the moment my blood spoke less of my family and more of my wounds. I'm telling you, cats are hellbeasts. I would know, since I kill them for a living—hellbeasts, not cats. I'm not that cruel.
In any case, as much as I hated it, I needed some medical attention, immediately. Three days since the hunt, and my cuts were still red and inflamed, oozing with yellow fluid—nasty. The bandages I had tried to wrap around my hands had quickly become crusted with dirt and more of a liability than an asset.
I swear, I was almost starting to think fate was against me.
My own little hellbeast came up and rubbed his head against my legs, purring.
“Hey, Monster,” I whispered to the harlequin-spotted cat that was, without a doubt, one of the strangest cats I'd ever seen. Furless skin, splotched with plum-colored patches, hung in loose folds around his small skeleton, forming wrinkles. Mismatche
florared says i am not sick enough yet,
give it 20 years and a heartbeat and i'll be good as ill
& he knows rot like the back of his teeth,
scored and scarred, not smooth,
not so insidious you don't know it's there til the end
(cementhead says this is only a dream.)
do you remember me when you cry, moon boy?
your first love never really leaves you
& i could blame you for everything wrong with my bargain-bin soul,
but the truth is you're dead anyway.
(do you know you will always haunt me?)
inflexibleintricacy and imperfection;
my cementhead says it's never been easy
it isn't concrete
(it's the rush before you hit the ground)
[i was always prone to jumping.]
Eyes like d i a m o n d s (hard:cold)do you miss me?
cementhead writes again,
says sorry 37 ways
(i only needed it once.)
[obsession is poison to boys like him.]
Self/less (part 1)Cold hands. The smell of rubbing alcohol. Sirens wailing. My eyes snap open to complete darkness, and I fumble a moment for the light dial, before turning it up slightly, a soft, reddish glow fill the room.
I am completely alone. I stand, looking out my window, but the street is calm, and the only sound I hear is that of water sloshing against the shore.
I close my eyes, trying to bring it all back, but despite the vivid memory, I can't get back the emotion of it—the terror.
Sighing, I return to my bed and close my eyes, only to almost scream as my world crackles, fading to white room, a laboratory. Cold hands hold me down, and a gloved hand reaches over my forehead with a huge needle, inserting it slowly into my left eye. After that, all goes black, until pale blue script begins to scroll over my vision..an error message.
I open my eyes again, expecting the dreamworld to disappear again, but I have no such luck. The error messages stay, and this time, so does the sharp sme
Coffeeguts pile over white
sheets and blankets.
i spilled them to you
and you still said
i looked lovely
a black sticky stain.
how many chemicals
can your stomach handle
before you have to drown me?
how much bitterness
can you swallow?
you are my
cream and sugar, darling.
and it tears me in half
when you split your skin.
if you aren't careful
i might not be able to
sip you up again.
i am a powdery shadow
cold autumn breezes
and breathless clouds
but if i could keep you
breathing, my world might be
a little more alive
Feel like shit? Read this. Hey you.
Yeah you, reading this right now at this very moment.
You are awesome. No, really, you are.
You may not believe me, but it's true. You don't see it because you're upset right now.
Whatever you're going through right now, whatever has upset you or turned your life upside down, just know that it won't last forever. Nothing good lasts forever, that's true, but nothing bad lasts forever too.
Eventually whatever you're going through will pass, you'll move on through healing over time, and you'll be able to be happy again someday, don't worry. As long as you don't give up. You may never completely get over it, or it may take years or more to move on from, but I can promise as time goes on the pain will become less and less.
It may feel like no one gives a fuck about you, and you may want to give up on living, but please don't. I can promise atleast one person out there gives a fuck. And if no one does, then I do.
If you have no friends, I ca
There is a weight
You asked me to hold.
(Just for a while,
Just for a while.)
My tendons strain and snap,
I lack your Atlas strength.
The crushing force of gravity
Makes me weak, makes me sore.
Take it back, take it back,
But you’ve gone away.
I’m sinking down, I’m sinking down.
The water rises to my throat.
Pushing down, rising up
Drowning and drowning and drowning.
Take it back, please take it back,
Where have you gone?
I’m pinned beneath this weight,
With water to my nose.
My lungs fill up with salt,
Choking and screaming and breathing
Only freezing thickness of water.
Where is that mild friend oxygen?
Where has he gone?
My stinging eyes are blind here.
I cannot to escape, unwilling
To shed this leaden snare
Wherein I dwell confined.
I grip it tightly.
Surely I will die,
Sweet air has left my blood
I lay back and let black water take me,
Frozen fingers loosen on Your weight.
And all at once
it falls away
I watch i
psittacosisthere are feathers
in the endless pit
of my stomach;
in the clavicular head
of my chest.
my gut, travailing
from the bottom up;
from my lips.
before it is clawed open
by the talons
of these hallowed doves.
in a bed of ankles
k(n)eeling me over;
a million sheets of quills
scaling my sheath;
and religion-weight over
my frame angles
GayI am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.
I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your co worker
A complete stranger
I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you
I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is
I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew
I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you
I am gay.
And I wont change.
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.
I am gay.
And that's okay.
what to say when you can't say i love you anymoreyour eyes were always soft, even when
your voice went hard. for a while,
i treated you like a god and i’m
not saying that i worshipped you,
but i let you hold my hands
and i told you all the sins i carried
in their grooves.
i have since been told that they were never
your burden to bear,
but that doesn’t stop me from aching for you
every time i catch myself thinking
about how it would feel to kiss the girl
two doors down. it’s been a while
since i’ve confessed and i’m not sure
i remember how. the thing is,
i don’t feel that guilty anymore.
the thing is, holding hands is only
ten fingers away from letting go
and we got so good at toeing the line of the cliff
that when you finally jumped, i forgot
i was supposed to follow.
i swear i thought i could keep you floating.
i swear i didn’t mean to let the water
into your mouth. sometimes i wish
i could kiss you dry again but i know
that’s not how this thing works, that’s
not the way