askeladdentheobsequious
askeladdentheobsequious
Musing of the Confused
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askeladdentheobsequious · 4 years ago
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Stratify
Have you ever felt the Abyss The edge of all things, the darkness and the ocean shelf Madness and Sanity, piecemeal in vanity in oneself Cryogeny, Homogeny in Effervescent Cosmology Tear apart your soul as you feel your body slip away from the world Transcend your own mind and kind, Find your own tide Within the world of a mindless triad, Burnt and bitter from a river of denial The path lies on the lip of the precipice, It is yet one more trial A seizure of the light within grips the spine, A bitter rose of thorns and skeins Fate fecks for no fortuitousless fuck, No cross-eyed dreamer and no inner schemer The mask pulls apart your face as the hooks dig in, The water presses the silent screamer In alarm at the breadth of the tunnel, I look within the dualistic spark Hark can no one tell, may your edge be a ripple of disguised surface Have the hooks beguiled the mind, or found tender weakness in illusory veins Hope or Despair, Wanton or weary where may you roam There may be no mind, no kind nor much find Is it end or transcend, respite or revival End of inner turmoil and hatred, or key to a spiral Guarantor of life's sweet embrace hope found in every small space, or the key to the end of the self in salient sanity Lovely Lunacy of pain and hooked spines, I do beseech thee Please set me free, unhook my mind and allow me to be your deportee Covertly cunning conniver of the crooked cracks of creased cerebellums, allow me to breathe Destiny dancing darkly in your dungeonous damnation, leave me be Enrolled Elephant of Elegant Evangelizing Erudite Epoxy, set me free No more abyss No more stares No more precipice No more stratified self Considered your cowed, cudgeled, caterwauled in its conniving crackpot crutch: Crowned in Cancellation Damn the Duplexitous Defence: Defenestrate this Deference Fight the Fortright Feelings of Fitted Frustration: Find them Feckless Goad great gainful gambling of greater gains in gregarious grievances: gorge in growth Persecute Poorly Planned Precision Pracitices of Previous Pestillence patterns : Pass the Predilictions Hide the hideous hatred of heated hucksters in heavy headaches: Hock the Hamfistedness Wreck the whispered whisps of waned wastrels wicked in wickedness: Wash the Walk Never the negated needs of nihlistic ninnies nocked in Nightime Naysaying: Nullify the Nothingness No more
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askeladdentheobsequious · 5 years ago
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Love
I am empty
Without sense I writhe
Without eyes to see I am blind
Without a back to stretch I am docile
Without room for more I am static
Without flesh to feel I am without emotion
Without warmth I am lost
I have never been found
The first broke the mind with the vapor of hollowness
The second terrified me, took my consent and my friendship
The third brought embers but was a production I didn’t I audition for
The fourth was ruined by the first and second
The fifth ended before it started
The sixth brought a matchbox but the strike failed to light despite the smoke
And here I stand again. 
Still cold, still alone
Only the fire of my hope to keep me warm
But when hope’s fire burns brightest, the frost sets
I wish I could return to my ice age long ago
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askeladdentheobsequious · 5 years ago
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Whatfore do we roam the Endless Sea.
I see no end to my clear vision
I see no sight from my seared decisions
I want no view of this “enlightened” partition
Spare my heart, Spare every part
For each piece of me, gendered and festered in a toxic splendor
Needs nought but the touch of my own internal mender
Where does the time go, when the ice flows above under the sea?
Where does my mind go when the world ripples and begins to flee
Why does no end come for me
Why does no life need breath to be free
Shan’t send the missive
Shan’t be permissive
Ain’t no sky beyond these three walls
Ain’t no malcontent beyond my fall
An unearthly density of a simple word
A pissant decision of mental curls
Sends me back into the “palace”
More than the glorious chalice
No percentage nor words can bring back what wrought
Only painful waits and responses sought
To give me what I have not.
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askeladdentheobsequious · 5 years ago
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please don’t ask me abt this rn
luckily there’s a discord server for that
if you’d like to join my new server for trans kids then reblog this and i’ll send you a link! if you’re reblogging just to share let me know in the tags!!
EDIT: i’ll get back to you much faster if you message me for a link !
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