#red’s poems

[redmantic]

Candlelight flickers and grows,

The shadows it casts in its wake leave me drowning.

I sir under the dark weight enveloping me wholly

I cannot see,

(Of course you can’t, you close your eyes to everything and everyone around you)

But the light is right there

Not out of reach

And yet I sit and sir on the floor

Pathetic and miserable in my own mess of a body

As the candlelight drowns me in darkness

It illuminates my nanny’s tapestry;

It holds something so dear to me

And yet the name on it is no longer my own.

I am not who they need or want me to be

Why does something so warm and inviting

Always leave me feeling empty?

I reach for the light switch and end my suffering.

[palaeosinensis]

Burn your disbelievers into ash with the very radiance they reject.

A digital plan for another possible linocut in 2025.

[therewasholyground]

a smirk creeps onto this poet’s face, because it’s the worst men that I write best

[julymusings]

jason todd with a partner who loves biting him. he's all bulging muscles and soft skin, you just can't help it. those huge biceps? bitten. iron calves? sinking your teeth in. pecs???? CHEWING on them. THIGHS?????? need to take a bite OUT of him

[mournfulroses]

Margaret Atwood, from The Selected Poems of Margaret Atwood; "A Red Shirt,"

[kvothes]

pornography by richard siken, in the diagram

[reverie-quotes]

Desire is no light thing.

— Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

[espuor]

kenshō “ 本、

a experiência zen ou iluminação, quando a própria natureza é vista para o que realmente é.

“Em silêncio, respira profundamente. Olha com ferocidade para as árvores que ardem na beira da estrada, chamas verdes que se agitam como animais selvagens em pé. Ela as encara com agressividade. Como se esperasse das árvores uma resposta, ou melhor, como se exigisse, lança a elas um olhar sombrio e obstinado.”

────⠀⠀A Vegetariana, Han Kang.

[redmantic]

Screeching,

                   banging,

                                  deafening explosions,

                                                                      meaty debris tossed from thick smoke.

Existential terror consumes my mind wholly, trapping my body in vice like grip as I'm forced to witness what is sure to be the god’s forthcoming.

Their ultimate means to an end.

Gargantuan metallic beasts trample what little natural life remains on these crimson-stained valleys. 

This meadow that we once existed in togetherness - the sparrow’s nest now kindles manmade flames.

Sulphur erupts from smaller aviated devices howling overhead - only to crash in undignified horror, casting wicked flames that crash over seas of precious life. 

—-

Clanging and mechanical wailing continue to harold destruction, the ringing stains my ears.

Divine force’s hold my muck-stained form to witness humanities testimony to holy creation.

> To stand and spit on the creator’s feet -

Bi-pedal life rushes ignorantly towards the flames, roaring with what I can only assume to be pure insanity. 

Flakes of dusty white lay on my brow and voices within howl for me to evacuate, but jittery movements are all my exhausted form can muster in this state.

Where is there to hide if these gods are all seeing?

Where is there to hide if these gods are all knowing?

> Then pray and beg and howl for forgiveness.

My futile efforts spent searching for an obscure haven drum my heart over the mound of sticky bodies - frantically searching for an out. My head raises to the heavens.

Inferno envelops what used to be Eden. its earthy scent devoured in pungent brimstone.

> Oh - but a child knows not of their own actions

Heaven’s falls in dusty white flakes, it covers broken humans where flame can not. A final try to reclaim their mortal children.

> To stand at a broken window, with your mud-stained cleats.

A ball of light  reaches down from the cosmos, and then another.

Air exhales from within my small body, and irony liquid streaks through matted fur lining my face.

And I pray that those ancestors of mine can take me home.

> Repent your sins to our lord -

> Your mother.

But only ringing follows their descent as fire continues to ravish the valley.

The gods, 

               they must’ve..

—

As heaven falls to meet us, a bi-pedal stands at my side.

Soot obscures their face and their hands are coated in grime.

Their eyes twinkle as they stare agape at divine display.

But some would say the gods are cruel.

And humans, mirror exactly their makers.

The being raises the barrel - so shiny, so pristine.

And they kiss their strongest ally goodbye.

> “Three hail mary’s and the gods forgive”

> Three harsh slaps and mother’s rage subsides.

I've witnessed what must be existance’s undoing.

> And “God will take care of the rest.”

> Mother plucks the glass from your tender palms.

—

Rays of light lay before my eyes.

A harsh reality hits me harder than fallen shells -

the only victors are those who are laid to rest,

never to witness divine anger and her consequences remain justly unholy.

—

Dawn breaks across the tragedy as I bore witness to the carnage that unfolded across this sacred land.

Red sunrise is like an early warning. A taunt from the heavens above as they reclaim their worthy children.

“Deny me in front of your allies and I will deny you in front of my father”

I lay and rest among the land that I once called home.

[stil-lindigo]

the sunset.

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[bebx]

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[jolivers-wonder]

[musings-n-museums]

i miss you so much (i forget why)

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[carnage-cathedral]

I'll wait for you like a dog.

[arthursfuckinghat]

The sun is your halo, for it is always above you.

Arthur and Weetabix 𑁦𐂂𑁦 Scarlett Meadows