Erratic inelequancy personified, a mind tie-dyed
Stained with thoughts best undescribed
As anger borderline boils from within
Minds shall be set alight bright tonight
The inner fire is ready to glow
(My warmth... Does it burn? Should it sting?)
The backstabber lets loose a blight
A compromise enabling animosity to arise
We watch, we record, you sink
Black streaks drizzle, dancing with disaster
Upon your crown as you drown, permanently
Your words are your prison
And you can't swim
Trust is fleeting, flowing, gone
Shattered in an instant, released like a breath
Dying into the cold air
Dust and snowflakes coat the inside of your lungs
Brea
The Blimp that Blew Sky High by GalliumGrant, literature
Literature
The Blimp that Blew Sky High
Someday, they shall tug at me with fraying forays
Into the worst, unpallatable pitfalls of abominable anxiety, for which I ache and do not sleep
It creeps upon me, and can never be shaken off for as long as I live
They usually do it with Precision
And to great effect
Precision fathers boisterous greed, growing greedier with stride
A predator, it prowls along the puddles, polluted and poisoned with folly
And while Precision consumes blood, it sucks in the soul
Eyes like a tornado, tugging at me from the gaping hole in my neck
Acute cunning is its carrier, its benefactor
My nemesis, and the fall of me
The clock mocks me, twirling in a dark
A slow spell shimmers softly through silver streams
Of dreams in a haphazard, haunting and hollow hum
My mind begins to quell the fears that eat at me
Through the sheer, souring fatigue, but the lasting pain impedes my hopes to succeed
I still can't breathe as I am losing steam
This life seems cold, I want to scream
The tracks lay barren before me, barreling blindly into lost lands
Simply beckoning for a reckoning of what's to come
My form is unassumed, shifting
Open palms conceal my eyes,
So everything truly is a surprise
I'm static, lifeless, a snapshot statue, vulnerable and hopeless
Stunningly silent
Surely somber
And sickeningly so
Let's jet set the sky
Twirl and twist away as we fly by,
and dazzlingly so
You're blues are in the air,
dancing in the clouds,
somersaulting something saucy
But borderline somber
Your work instills streaks,
etching traces of paths passed
Carving your reality into mine,
such a shocking endeavor
Rendezvous rampantly to the
home I call my own, and in front of my eyes
Lay your signature, stretching across the cosmos
The colors wash away, things aren't as they were
The way you have weaved I cannot find, I feel unsure
Where did you whisk yourself away to,
In the wispiness adrift?
You're lost, and I can't find you...
You've risen out of rea
Seeing these stunning scenes within my dreams
As the rain cascades the days away
These days flash by, fast
Something stirs and stifles from within, a calamity of sorts?
In pain, I press my hands against my chest,
I lose control, tumbling downward in a spiral
And it all blurs by
I give in
And I flow with the ride
Being carried forever along a sudden, sweeping tide
Exponential momentus, my dear
Rise again, bring the sobering madness
a means to an end
A three-dimensional machine, a mind unweaved
A string of fears and memories, ever-hopeful, godspeed
Everything is against you, and you fly alone
In an atmosphere that sings melodies in its hars
Greater all-encompassing words are never uttered
When they say that existence is almost empty
That any sentient being lives in true fear
While the chaotic churning in the heart of our universe
Remains out of our influence, alien to our control
Will chance save you from war, famine, lies, treason and disease?
Or will your tale be torn from the pages before it is read,
as the tombs of finality collapse upon you?
Stealing your breath
Sealing your life force
And consuming your mind into the stagnant rhythm of termination
The inevitable end is always approaching
Presenting the aftermath of all that is
Behold despair
For we are all pawns in a
Star Shards [By Star and Grant] by GalliumGrant, literature
Literature
Star Shards [By Star and Grant]
it hits me in waves that swing sideways like snakes
curving to coil round the rest of my ruins
with blocks and blunt edges building up beneath skin
that sheds in the shape of a starfish
and now i know nearly is never enough
it's only the island that lies off the coast
as i watch with my body buried half in the sand
sinking toward something uncharted, unreal
i think i missed the map by a meter or two
no one seems to know where i am
as the serpents slither in the slimy sand, I grasp a grisly end
as foretold by the warnings of the past, I sense I may not last...
luck only lives for so long, as do the dissonant notes of dance and song
but t