sariel2

[sariel2]

You're beset with my Tower of Babylon as I babble on about your set of titties as a set of entities, I fill your vag with my honey badger don't forget to add your number to my telephone while I'm so prone below you blow new holes in my ozone layer lay your head alone on my shoulder my boulder will blow you away today, tonight, whenever it feels alright we'll fight to be together feathers on an eagle, fly no matter the weather whether or not I get a blood clot I caught you and I'm exactly what you sought I know it's a lot to deal with but I feel with my heart and I love the art you share even when you aren't aware of it beware it's lit just like my joint anointed this point won't disappoint your appointment for lent I'd have to give you up cause you lift me up but good thing I'm not a catholic even though like a christian I'm a man on a mission I'm fishin for that mythical bass don't lemme miss that ass cause I'm gonna crash and burn without you my self-esteem is tied to my significant other I'm sorry I don't mean to hover or smother you I just want to believe you're really my lover because I've been hurt so many times by everyone I wanna run away and hide reside inside myself forever but you make me feel better this is a fucked up love letter but I let myself drown again I let myself down

[sariel2]

I’ll let you finish it

Hello, 911, there's a UFO outside my home it's round and bright and topped with a dome I'm frightened so bad I got a boner the tone of the drone is sickening and I'm beginning to see a little blurry surely you could send a unit out in a hurry curiously whirly my tummy's all hurly is that their lights or the pearly gates that await me please abate me aid me ain't able to keep my eyes open anymore as it all goes black 2 AM, I am awake at home god damn watch and broken phone am I alone? Where did the time go? my mind's blown kinda remember some weird shit I was shown speaking of weird shit check this tiny chip, I found it in my right hip I think their tracking me their gonna come back for me nothing left for me after this so yeah that’s all I got, you finish it...

[sariel2]

is there a reckless driving anonymous cause I just got in the fast lane and someone's coming up on us temporal mage eponymous, synonymous with hypersonic cause I gotta get outta their way and the way I know how is to dump on the throttle and give it every bit of thrust don't let the rust and dents fool you I'm a fuckin fool imbued without the need for fuel who'll duel you, MTG not Yu-gi-oh I'm OG, oh gee, I see your hand's empty and your board states a mess, "oh but it can't be" let your life counter be no need to keep track anymore it's over the checkered flag has flown so king me I'm Legendary

[sariel2]

Seere

my guardian's a goetic demon and I'm a poetic god the 70th Prince of Hell and a mother fucker who just fucking yells at the bells constantly ringing in my head on my knees, begging and screaming, I've pled all my fucking life to make it stop because I'mma do something fucking stupid and set this bitch off I'm Vinny Mac and my own Eric Biscoff you scoff but I know just how fucking stupid I am you scoff but I know I can do everything you can't I wanna kill myself but I have to keep going I'm growing despite this and showing my self while the other me sits there, the elf on the shelf watching everything wondering when it's time to fuck this bitch up and I'm eating myself with ketchup Ash Ketchum to all my different aspects which are all my shattered affects I am Batfleck and Alfred, The Joker and Riddler Mr. Freeze and The Penguin are sanguine to me The Devil and The Fiddler are genuine in me it's not myself I hate it's my self that's making me irrate, I'm iritible to the very bowels of my psyche and high key I'm terrified but low key I got this like Loki I got this cause it's just stress and I'm a mess but I am blessed with the knowledge and strength to see this through.. ...because the only way out is through.

[sariel2]

“Flex Games“ (?)

I refuse to bow down to play games, you're all so god damn deranged enraged, the flames lap at your name insane, the way you wrap your head up in shame and tie it off with a cute little bow and oh you're fucking cute and abused but it's all an amusement, you use it to fuel your funeral pyre you liar, just lay in decay and taste this waste as the claws grip your jaw tight you fight an apparition while losing cognition the poison toys it's way in from fangs, strings of saliva hangs and gangs of Monsters Mash and thrash and bash and smash anything they find in the bog but you can't see through the fog but like a frog of black and orange an incorrigible abhorrence as torrents of hornets rise with the chorus and rawr like tyranosaurus rex you look perplexed but you're not hexed, because this text was all just a flex

[sariel2]

“Intricate Dream”

excuse me ma'am but good god damn how'd my hand land upon your ham? your leg's lookin like the seas that Ponyo swam now I'm drownin in yams, eating peanut butter and jam what? no! come back! let me wiggle in for a little giggle with them tig ole bitties dribbling, I'm nibbling gigity gigity give me the kitty, we could have a chitty chitty bang bang Come in! open the door and 50 walks in "We gotta get outta the city!" so he tosses me a duffel bag full of dope, some rope condoms and coke, hot pockets; my girlfriends locket? "Yo, is this a joke?" "Nope" then he turns into a rocket and blasts off, I choke on the smoke, this isn't the end I hope and it's not. but everything's starting to rot like hairy nipples, it's starting getting scary, the opposite of hot at least I'm carryin my pot cause I'm gonna need a lot I'm gonna need a cot cause I'm starting to fall asleep again.. ...again? wait... does that mean that this was all just a-- Dre am I good enough for all of my fans, look at them! "mother fucker, you may be white and you bright but you ain't Eminem. you ain't got no Stans lining up in vans to get into the stadium I'm debating on hating on all of the shit that you're waiting on getting out on the page, getting out of that cage while violent thoughts engage a rage that set ablaze another growing phase of life's cycle, remember it's just like riding a bicycle, no reaper's sickle but still sick, ill bringing a chill to the air while the hair's standing up on the back of your neck; but be aware that I'm not here to beat you, I'm here to teach you to entreat you into a world where you can eat your fill of treats, material or spiritual cause I know you're mercurial and--" I'm ethereal, Hadanariel, a celestial, a blessed extraterrestrial invested with the best gifted evanescent vessel. Don't worry about the mess you made you'll clean it up when I'm done but I'm just beginnin to have fun and you've just begun to witness my power you're Mario and I'm Bowzer, wowzer, I tower over you it's true I know right now you're feelin blue but there's really nothing you can do cause my Hado number 100 with a full incantation is quite an abomination and my patient vacation, your only occasion, is almost over your time is up time... up... wake up, time to get up, this is just a-- "hey, Padre, who stole my compadre's lamb? don't you know who the fuck I am?" no I don't and that's an anagram for "much fake it," man AND HOLY SHIT THE DAM'S BREAKING! grab your camera and start taking pictures no, wait, that's a mistake, we gotta get away from this fixture before we hear scripture, grab your pitcher, sister hike your knickers, this plot is getting thicker as we're carried along in a wicker boat we gotta keep bailing out to stay afloat I quote the raven and the G.O.A.T. never more, never more the boat's a door, it's adorable to watch me struggle before I drown Leonardo DiCaprio would be proud though I still frown though as I'm pulled down, a ghost now and don't be grossed out that's how I know how to go about finally realizing this is all an intricate dream! And I wake up......

[sariel2]

“August’s Hunt”

YOLO! BOLO for yo boy I'm on the hunt, oh no don't wory, ya ain't gotta be scared this time, oh no still an apex predator just like a bear, no homo but what I'm lookin for is so much different this go

it's an owl you see, today you'll get no disembowlment from me this fowl I concider astoundingly equal to me can be found frequently cowled and silently hunting around nocturnally

this bird of prey, oh hear me pray that on this day I wish to take away nothing but a picture and I'll be on my way what do you say, is that okay?

the spotted I got it the barn's pretty easy to charm screech was a reach but the biggest peach and the horned was adorned with generous scorn but I was born for this

but the one that eludes me is the most beautiful of them all I wish to hang a portrait, huge, on my wall of this cute little fluff ball it's the snowy owl if you must know what it's called and to view it in person HALL-elujah, yall!

[sariel2]

“Poem”

I haven't posted a poem in so god damn long so I've tossed a dab in my bong time to pen another song

It's a poem about poems not popo, EMS, or firefighters but I ignite fires you can't put out with foams causing you third degree burns and inciting rioters

I'm the proprietor of these rhymes on expo let's go with my jokes and schemes hitting you in teems extremely secretly I've repeated a word in ways you haven't noticed though but know this, bro, with this flow I'm beginnin to beat you hoes into smashed potatoes and you're comin apart at the seams

probably means I was a little too mean but fuck it overindulgent is my middle name, astrologically speaking enjoying you suck it, metaphorically speaking, I'm cumming full buckets mentally speaking, I've stuck it, and your brains are leaking

your head is streaking down the wall but again this is just a poem like Roman's Superman Punch, I'm throwin them entertaining hooks top of this sinful totem pole am I, of this little word game I'll play Jeroboam Christlike divinity blessing the whole I am, inspired and will save and damn just as in the last of the holy books

[sariel2]

Olive The Warrior PT 2

Now obviously six year-olds in this world were more advanced than 6 year-olds in our world, but their brains were still only as developed as the ones here. Their world was also very similar to ours, almost exactly the same. Olive, being a six year-old, ran on instinct, and now his instincts were screaming revenge. They killed his father, and made him kill his own mother. He lost all sight of reason and fell to a vengeful bloodlust. They were watching all of this, and were anticipating what he was going to do. He left the house, knife in hand, and headed toward an area known to have dealings with Them. He was going to get some answers at all costs. When he arrived in Al Dego village They were already waiting. As he approached the town square a man dressed in a suit and tie stepped forward and smiled. “So Olive, you have come to avenge your parents, but wouldn’t you prefer answers?” the man said as he walked toward the center of the open space between Olive and Them. “Oh, I can give you answers, like… why we killed your parents. Or, perhaps, you’d like to know how you can save your own life.” “This grudge has gone on far too long Alxonad, and you crossed the line with this, and you will pay for it.” Olive said as he moved closer. Alxonad began walking in a circular motion to his right, as he did so, he motioned for Them to step back and not interfere. “But first, why did you kill them?” Olive said as he too began moving to his right, his grip on the knife tightening. “Because, you were an expense we could afford to get rid of, you can’t be trusted. We had hoped you’d have taken our warning and disappeared. Yet here we are, you’re a fool Olive, you can never kill me, you’re only six.” Alxonad lunged at Olive, pulling a sword out of nowhere and swinging it as he flew over Olive who had ducked underneath him. As Alxonad flew over him, Olive thrust his knife upward, and caught Alxonad in the abdomen, and used the knife to pull him to the ground and landed on top of him, pulling the knife down the entire length of Alxonad’s abdomen. “No, you are a fool for awakening and invoking the rage of a god,” Olive said as he stared unblinkingly into Alxonad’s eyes. “I would have left you alone and never bothered you again, but you went and did something stupid like this. I have no pity or mercy for you, and you will feel every single bit of pain that they felt,” he said as Alxonad began to scream, he could see something inside of Olives eyes, and it was the most terrifying thing he had ever seen. The being came from Olive’s eyes and enveloped Alxonad’s entire body, it slowly feasted on his life-force, causing untold amounts of endless pain. As the demon slowly wound down Alxonad’s life to only a few years Olive had to leave the room as the demon finished it because the screams were too much for him to take. They knew that there was nothing they could do to help their leader, and so they chased after Olive. As he ran Olive knew that they’d be following him, so he kept turning down new passage ways every few minutes so as to make it harder for them to find him. As he rounded a corner he came to a stop as fast as he could, They were all standing there. He was about to turn and run back the way he came when he noticed that several of them appeared to be owing to him, he stopped and look. No, they were all bowing to him. Obviously confused by this strange turn of events, Olive began once more to turn and run, but something else caught his attention this time. “Please don’t leave us sir,” said the man closest to him. “Sir???” Olive said questioningly. “You killed our leader, anytime you kill one of us, you assume that person’s role in the community… since you killed our leader, you assume his role, thus YOU are our new leader.” the man stated. Olive was taken aback, could it be a trick, they’re trying to lull hum into a false sense of security, or are they telling the truth? Olive couldn’t decided, so he thought that he’d pretend to believe them for a little while, and then if anything happens, he’ll leave. So Olive followed them back to the Throne Room, and They watched as he took a seat on the thone which Alxonad once sat just earlier that day. Everyone bowed to him. “Bring me the sacred texts.” Olive demanded as his first order to his people, they did so with great haste. He began flipping through all the pages in all the books, after several hours finally finding what he was looking for. He stood up raised his arms, then brought them down in a strange but oddly beautiful manner. He repeated this several times then recited a strange but equally beautiful chant. Then stopped and just stood there, after a few moments, his head dropped and he climbed back to the throne, appearing to be highly depressed. Just then, right where he had been standing, the ground was waving, looking almost like water as it did so. Then two figures began to form right above the ground. One was a woman, the other a man. The others were shocked. No spell cast from the sacred texts has ever really worked, the most they had ever gotten out of them was a spark and some noises. Olive laughed at their stupidity. Then flipped to another page in the book he currently held. Suddenly the whole building began to shake. Demons began flying in from everywhere, each one attaching itself to one of Them, as they all began to fall victim to the same fate as their old leader. Olive grabbed his parents and ran. When they made it back to their house, all the blood and everything was gone. They were all happy that they were together once again, and now that They had been all destroyed there was no reason to fear anything anymore. They rejoiced in how the day turned from the worst that any of them had ever known, into the most wonderful. “Olive! get back to work and stop daydreaming!” his teacher yelled at him. He smiled at another completed adventure and enjoyed it so much that he decided they’d get only more evil from now on, as he went back to coloring the picture that his teacher had handed out as an “assignment” (obviously she was just tweakin’ and just didn’t want to grade papers cause she had a principal to go seduce at lunchtime (he was going to fire her if she didn’t cause she failed a drug test)) THE END!!! Or is it?

[sariel2]

Olive The Warrior

Once upon a time, in a land not quite like today's. A little child set out on a grand adventure. His name was Olive, because when he was born an Olive tree fell on his parents hut. Now olive was no stranger to adventure he'd sailed the rough seas in his ship (a plastic toy ship his father gave him, in the pond next to their house), he'd trecked through the dangerous jungles of Adlanag (the foot path through a national park he lived down the street from), and he'd battled the Acid Head monster of Nengelesh (the cat that likes to chase him on his way to the bus stop for school). But nothing could prepare him for the adventure he would face today. This is a story of love, pride, jealousy, bravery, and maybe even a touch of horror thrown in once or twice. After Olive had shown his superiority to Acid Head, he could get through the Planes of Gholstan without much trouble, aside from the rare caravan that would come along and give him some problems (loners aren't taken too nicely around those parts). But today something was different on his way home from school this time. He couldn't quite place what it was, a strange sort of calm he'd never noticed on these planes before. As he neared his parents hut he could feel energy in the air getting thicker, he remembered noticing something similar on the day before a major Hurricane on the seas, he wasn't sure what he would find when he opened the door. As he reacher the door he touched it, it was freezing, which he took to be not a good sign. "Cold means death," he thought to himself. He turned the knob and the door slowly swung open, everything looked to be in order. He stepped in, making sure to close the door behind him. He walked slowly, making as little noise as possible, and made his way into the kitchen from the living room. A drawer was open that he had never seen open before, usually it was locked, he walked over to it and looked inside. There was only one thing inside, a black case. He pulled it out and set it on the floor and opened it up. Panic raced through him when he saw the contents, three large rolls of money (100's), two hand guns, and a place where a large knife was supposed to be. He stood up, fear pounding in his blood, he should know what to do, but he was coming up blank, they've never attacked his family before, what could make them do this? He ran up the stairs as fast as could to his parents' room, he reached the door and opened it. The first thing he saw made his scream and recoil in terror, only, the sound wouldn't escape his lung, and he felt he was going to suffocate. He knew he had to get over it and be strong, it was the only thing he could do to help himself now. He walked into the room, over to his mother and father's bed, laying there was his father, a look of unequalled pain and agony frozen on his face. His penis had been cut off, and his bowels removed, blood was covering everything, and it was still wet. He knew he had to search for clues. He reached over, and took a deep breathe and held it, turned his head, and rolled his father over onto his side. He was still warm, but had cooled down a lot, and was almost cold, his body was also sort of a relaxed rigitity. The way the skin slid over the muscles so freely do to no muscle tension made Olive want to puke his guts out. Under his father he found what he was looking for, their calling card. A piece of original flavored bubblegum, he never understood why they always left that, perhaps to be original he thought. He grabbed the gum and jumped back immediately, letting his father fall back onto his back in a sickening manner that made his want to puke again. He saw a trail of bloody footprints heading away from the bed and into the bathroom, he followed them. When he got to the doorway he heard a strange sound, like someone crying, he stepped in. The sound was coming from the bathtub, the curtain was pulled so he couldn't see into it. He knew who it was, there was only one person it could be, but what would he see when he opened the curtain? Yes, he could tell she was alive, but in what condition was she in? He slowly stepped toward the tub. When he reached it he pulled back the curtain fast, again he screamed with no sound only choking. There was his mother, or, what was left of her. Her arms and legs had been cut off, and the wounds burned so she wouldn' bleed to death, too fast. They had drove hooks into the wall, and stuck the hooks in her back, and left her there, hanging, alive... for him to find. She opened her eyes, and saw him, her tears only became thicker. She tried to talk, but the pain she was in had cause all of her voluntary actions to pretty much die, by this point she was in almost no pain, while seeming to sound like a good thing, it's not, the only reason she's not feeling much pain is because the pain had been so intense that it killed that entire area of her brain. Tears streaming down his face, anger, hatred, and sadness filling his body, and fast. He wiped away some of her tears, "Shhhh, it's going to be ok mommy, just close yours eyes." He picked up the knife that They had left laying next to her, with the obvious intention of symbolizing "you know what must be done." His mother seeing him staring at the knife knew, and was able to struggle out a very broken, "I'm sorry." The tears thickened as placed the knife to her throat, he didn't want her to suffer any longer, "Shhh, mommy, everything is going to be better," he said softly as he pressed the knife hard on her throat and slid it towards him fast, digging the knife in one and a half inches. She fell limp, Olive fell to the ground, everything began fading in and out as he layed there, slowly slipping away, he had been through a lot, but this was too much for a 6 year old. When he awoke he stood up, his nightmares only helped him to harden against what happened. A new resolve swelling inside him, he'd bested all he'd ever faced, and this would be no different. He walked over to the knife and picked it up. His mother's corpse still hanging from the hooks, he took her off of them and layed her on the ground, and kissed her on the forehead, "Don't worry mommy, They won't get away with this, I'm going to make sure of that." With that he stood up and walked out, determination surging through his veins stay tuned for Olive The Warrior: Pt. 2

[sariel2]

And to a blinding wicked one I cry. And another. And unto me she spoke with viscous intent, "Alas, poor broken one, whom fate has cruelly wasted. Alas poor newcomer whose mind is fragile and bare. One born of air and fire. Ye are The Storm." With that they whipped about as darkness and light coalesced around them before fading into obscurity. Electricity coursed through my veins. I screamed; My voice as a thousand legion of angels cast into Hell.

[sariel2]

Jazz Hands

and so I come by summer sun to rip and tear into someone to bleed to feed to drink some mead and whether weather's hot or dry aloft fair feathers heavens-high called out upon blind beggar's son you'll all fall down when I'm done *jazz hands* but here you've fostered unfathered ones and pricked and sewn into blessed ones the two of three is incomplete I can not bear now to repeat the bastard laws of those in stars remember those now not in charge they fed to thee a theft of dreams and rendered masses free from screams foul souls ahead of wandering eyes hidden by most tranquil lies the beasts born not of malice but with lips upon the chalice

[sariel2]

"Six Black Wings"

An ocean underneath, so turbulent and brutal a storm above rages

these six black wings do little more than keep me from drowning and I rarely break the surface

I've forgotten the look and feel of sunlight a lifetime spent below the waves my clouded, burning eyes grant missing sight as I'm pulled and pushed along

these six black wings do little more than keep me from drowning and can not push the clouds away...

[sariel2]

"I'm The Shit"

send me all your vampires your hearts on twisted spires your bleeding, cold, and broken all cast into the fire

demons beckon angels wreck on rock and tattered shores where someone's snuffed the lighthouse beacon and tossed the helmsman out

bitter, weak, and angry full of pain and agony trust, an oversold commodity or maybe undersold

I'm writing now to find the mirror's face to step back through the glass where vampires were once friends and hearts were full of love

the healing, warm, and whole all bathed in precious light

angels reflect and demons rejected running from my soul where the light will find its way and steer this ship to safety

bitter, weak, and angry full of pain and agony but I'm still here I'm still fighting I haven't given up

raise my middle fingers high and shout out to the sky "Fuck all yall, 'I'm the shit, get the fuck up out my toilet'"

[sariel2]

Wrong Turn Rabbit

and so I came to a cabin in the woods. I knocked on the door and a small man with a speech impediment answered. "Why hewo. Come in, Come in, fwend." I entered, he wore a mischevious grin on his face. "Would you cawe fow some wabbit stew?" His grin grew, a lump in my throat tried to catch my breath. frantically I tucked my long ears into my hat. "N-n-no thank you," I said, the lump grabbed at my throat as I noticed my stutter. "Well why not? Is thewe something wong with my wabbit stew?" The short man asked, worry now replacing the grin." "No, no no, I just don't eat wild game," I replied, hoping he wouldn't catch on. "Well then, I'll fix you a nice gaden sawad," his cheery disposition returning. The lump in my throat began to fade as we talked while he prepared our meal. He told me of his deep hatred for rabbits, that many years ago his wife had been killed by a cross-dressing rabbit. I assured him that we-- I mean, they-- meant no harm and that it was probably just threatened and was attempting to flee. He didn't buy it; this man was delusionally convinced that rabbits had killed his wife, and that they were after him now. We sat down to eat. I took a big bite of my garden salad and heard it. A tic... and his laughter. I looked down to see several sticks of dynamite tied together with a timer, 3 seconds left. His laughter began to roar, "YOU CAN'T TWICK ME, YOU WASKAWY WABBIT! I KNOW WHAT YOU WEAWY AWE!"

BOOM! the word consumed my consciousness.

I knew I should have taken a left at Albuquerque.

[sariel2]

Writing prompt, “Reducible”

my name is Jesus, bitch! I’m not reducible swinging from the crucible wine for my blood got your panties all juiceable my word is indivisible love every individual part of your body my magic ain’t invisible listen to my parable I’m really very charitable you found the Lord now there’s nothin else comparable 

[sariel2]

I see galaxies in your eyes.

six word story // imnotsleeping76 (via just-six)