Never underestimate the power of someone who lies within the shadows, unseen in the background. I believe that the quiet among people hold the greatest potential to harm or heal. Free from the constraints of societal mechanisms, these individuals find solace in what most other would consider bizarre, supernatural, or taboo. Drawn to things and events that are exceptional, these individuals are often exceptional as well. The insane artisans, the insomniac poets, the mad scientists, the secretive masons, all can create great or awful things in this world. Watch the signs for those who are aloof and pay attention to your surrounds. In this modern age, madmen hide in the least expected places.
Poetry – Sweet Vitae
The first taste is always the sweetest.
Their skin splits and gives way to my teeth as I sink in.
I feel their warmth drench my tongue as I savor every single second.
My eyes roll back into my head as their vitae quenches my eternal thirst.
It sustains me.
My teeth sink deeper as more vitae gushes forth from their wounds.
I growl as I feel an intense shock ripple through every inch of my body.
It nourishes me.
I can feel my heart begin to beat in that oh so familiar rhythm, again.
I am in ecstasy.
Feeling returns to my body as I begin to rip into them.
The beast was held in chains of purest silver for too long.
I hunger.
I devour them, leaving not a scrap as I lap up every drop I can.
I drain them completely, their hollow features gazing back at me in horror.
I am satisfied.
Story – The Boneyard
I awaken amongst a vista of countless bleached bones before me. They rattle and move on their own accord, mimicking senseless motions from when they once had flesh to cover them. Mountains of bones shuffle to their own dire rhythm, each one creating their own grim cacophony that echoes forth into the dull gray skies. Atop the highest peak of bones, I spot I figure dressed in a gown made of hydrangea petals. Their swaying figure dances back and forth, with the bones underneath their bare feet solidifying into platforms for them to prance upon. As I continue to watch the figure dance, I am amazed by their grace and astonished that they seem capable of controlling the bones underneath them. I soon feel myself drawn towards them, wanting to partake in their dance as well.
Soon after, I found myself starting to decay and knew that, I too, was swiftly becoming a part of the ivory horde. As the last remnants of flesh fall off me, I feel my skull begin rapidly traversing through the endless piles of bone, as if being pulled towards the lone dancing by some unseen force. I suddenly breach the ocean of bone and come face to face with the being dressed in blue flowers. My skull levitates before them as they look into where my eyes once were. They seem curious and playful, slowly examining my every detail. Seemingly satisfied with what they found upon my empty skull, they construct a body made of lose bone fragments for me. I suddenly feel myself able to move. Upon turning my eyeless attention towards the figure, they offer their hand to me. I take their hand and the two of us begin to dance together under the cloudy gray sky. If I still had lips upon my face, they would be smiling ever so widely right now.
Poetry – Hidden Potential
Deep within the knowledge mines.
We seek to expand and grow our minds.
From nuggets of lore and information.
We cherish and build our new creations.
Enduring struggles and severe doubt.
We find the paths for which we scout.
With golden crests of experience begotten.
We learn to love what cannot be forgotten.
Believe in yourself and do your best.
And never forget “don’t settle for less.”
Poetry – The Cherub
Will you melt in my arms? –
Feel my warm touch as I embrace you.
Subtly encase you.
And erase you.
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Will you dissolve into my mind? –
Thoughts like nectar oh so sweet.
I am your specter.
A fiendish collector.
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Will you diffuse through my soul? –
Spirit as light as a feather.
Ropes stronger than leather.
Bound together.
Forever.
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I am your little black cherub.
Nails as dark as plums.
Teeth as sharp as thorns.
Skin stronger than oak.
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Would you love me as you would love the night? –
Then come closer dear and let me have a bite~
Poetry – The Crimson Bed
Once I saw a horrid face, who stood in my path, a crying face so sad.
A wave of guilt and misled anger is knit upon its face so ugly-
Tangled threads obscure my sight to something much more lovely.
Twitch in pain as tears ran freely from sunken eyes so sad and dreary-
Knitted visage, what shame you bring, to a sage so worn and weary?
Rolling tongue and shaking head, it pled to me with crimson dread-
Eternally wed within my bed and nestled deep within my head.
I cannot run away from this head a bloody red-
For in its face I see myself – lying dead in bed.
Poetry – Toxicity
Be mindful of the honey-kissed lips of mischievous company, for it brings about a subtle and seductive destruction.
A dozen red roses blooming with an acrid smell and poisonous to the mind. It is seeping through any cracks.
Roots are as green as envy – a color of money.
Unfeeling, unphased, unapologetic.
The beautiful serpent slithers through the empty skull like a potent neurotoxin.
Beware, those whose will is made of glass, for you will shatter under the weight of your own mistakes.
Heed your animalistic instinct and tread lightly through the grass – for it hides many snakes.
Musings – Our Microcosms
Birthed using the power of neurons and creativity are creatures of all shapes and sizes. We create microcosms in our mind; akin to tiny universes or demi-planes. Our creations either flourish happily, live in misery, or thrive somewhere in between. At a whim, our doodles and sketches take on personalities and begin living the life we lay out for them. I like to amuse myself with the thought that with every creature we birth life into – using words, ink, or a digital medium – we create another word just beyond reality. With every creation we make we take a little spark from our mind. Who knows, we too may all be some cosmic scale artistic creation. However, we also have the dynamic ability create things using our mind, so perhaps we are a unique case?
Poetry – Elemental Energy
Speak like thunder.
Nourish like rain.
Explore new wonders.
Playing life’s game.
Become a force of nature in your life. We are all made from the classical elements.
Our bodies warm like fire and give us the energy to accomplish things.
Our lungs breathe in air and allow us to exchange knowledge.
Our bones are strong like earth and allow us to stand and travel.
Our blood runs like water and allows us to birth new spirits.
Use every elemental tool at your disposal, for we are all capable of great things when challenged.
Musings – Strength in Numbers
While there are times when one cannot take the burnt of mankind, never forget that there are others just like you who suffer the same fate as well. Finding strength in yourself is the pinnacle of self-reflection and power, but do not allow this to cloud your mind to others and the world around you. The human spirit finds its strongest foundation in the cooperation of like-minded souls. There is no need to suffer alone, to strive for your dreams alone, nor should there be any shame in receiving help from others. There are great sages that wander this world and some of them have answers to problems that you thought had no solutions, all it takes is having another perception of things. Rich or poor, tall or small, great or humble, these sages come in many forms. Through the sharing of knowledge and aid, the human spirit finds greatness, as well as the ability to accomplish things thought physically impossible.
The medium we write and derive entertainment from could not have been accomplished by one person alone. Neither would the lessons we incorporate to strengthen ourselves be accomplishable without someone discovering and showing others the way at first. While it is good to have strength and independence in one’s own mind and self, do not allow pride to burn the bridges that would lead you to even greater heights of positivity. The internet has connected all of humanity into one metaphysical mind and to ignore such vast connections is close to impossible today. The loner need not trust all of mankind, but they should also understand that there are humans – perhaps ones just like you and I – who wish to change this world and enflame the minds and spirits of others with the brilliance of kindness. The power of the lone individual is great but it becomes even greater when it is amplified by love from others.
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