This is my harmony, seeking musical empathy;
Amongst lily-white feathers, soft tendrils of hope,
I sense your naievity to pain, your beautiful innocence.
I would give everything to preserve you,
Spill crimson amidst the purity to sustain all that you are.
Look to the stars and dream, cast off the black crow;
It has become too heavy to fly.
One day you'll step from my arms, launch...
One day, sweet angel, you'll touch the sky.
is it so much to ask that you belong to me
when we connect so intimately?
sometimes i feel like you're in rebellion
fighting against some brutal domination
i've never extended.
sometimes it's like a physical repulsion
as though you and i cannot co-exist
a parasytic twin of self hatred
having no other way to express yourself
bar the lines you score across my heart.
Deotriese: I pray dear sir do come with me
Sir_Christophe: Why of course dear lady
Deotriese: Fuck your falsened land of the free
Deotriese: Woe! Woe!
Deotriese: Indeed, I am depraved
Deotriese: I blame the bottle in which i am engaged
Deotriese: It's burning sips have gone straight to my head
Sir_Christophe: And oh so heavily engaged she is
Deotriese: But woe is me, for I am not dead!
Deotriese: (to the wowrld)
Deotriese: yes...fucking...wowrld
Deotriese: you know its true.
Deotriese: yes you.
Deotriese: the one in the corner
Deotriese: YOU THERE!
Deotriese: come brush my hair?
Deotriese: and when its done I shall
Everything I touch turns to dust;
Withers like a sun starved flower.
My heart blackens like ashes;
Love falls like soot.
The illusion of snow twinkles;
Hopefully.
Turns to despair.
I burn inside;
I crackle with each gust of wind.
This torment eternal;
My selfish suicide.
I give in to the light, bliss in eternity;
Arms outstretched to embrace me;
Sunlight soars, I have become no more;
Moon weeps, Dusk beneath my feet,
Caress my mind into gentle sleep;
I shall be gone from this moment soon,
My voice carries on this mournful tune;
Allow me one more second to comfort you;
I choose this fate, my comfort due,
Justify my empathy, my sycophancy;
I became all that I never wished to be,
Fortune has become destiny;
Fate, the final act of this new play;
I am one with the paradise denied,
Connecting everything broken inside;
Don't make my mistakes, be free,
I must unite with my everlasting entity.
Pay To The Bearer Upon Demand by Deotriese, literature
Literature
Pay To The Bearer Upon Demand
Catch my silver scream;
A whispered terror from a night-time horror,
Empathy's caress and foreign gaze;
Calling forth that which we dare not feel.
How then, can you long to be like me?
Never knowing, never sensing what has to become,
In this cold dark wasteland of becoming,
Searching for absolutely no one.
You reach for the oxygen which we breathe,
Finding it has become nothing more than nitrogen,
And when suffocation is as impending as the doom we choke upon;
You shall call out, like me, for salvation.
Fair black, heart of man;
Slither dark and hollow.
Bleat out this strangled breath;
Choke, sip and swallow.
Ever forlorn the words whispered;
Free and torn from weeping wounds.
Silence eternal, speak no evil,
Forget the sights secrets found.
Comprehension is irrelevant,
Memory creates unique rules.
I see your face, a thousand years from the past
Forgotten, lines traced a hundred times.
It feels like now only decades can last
In the presence of a single year.
Months ago you called to me;
Weeks ago I answered.
Days slip by silently;
Hours since I bled,
Any minute i'll end.
Another moment dedicated to eternity.
This is my harmony, seeking musical empathy;
Amongst lily-white feathers, soft tendrils of hope,
I sense your naievity to pain, your beautiful innocence.
I would give everything to preserve you,
Spill crimson amidst the purity to sustain all that you are.
Look to the stars and dream, cast off the black crow;
It has become too heavy to fly.
One day you'll step from my arms, launch...
One day, sweet angel, you'll touch the sky.
is it so much to ask that you belong to me
when we connect so intimately?
sometimes i feel like you're in rebellion
fighting against some brutal domination
i've never extended.
sometimes it's like a physical repulsion
as though you and i cannot co-exist
a parasytic twin of self hatred
having no other way to express yourself
bar the lines you score across my heart.
Deotriese: I pray dear sir do come with me
Sir_Christophe: Why of course dear lady
Deotriese: Fuck your falsened land of the free
Deotriese: Woe! Woe!
Deotriese: Indeed, I am depraved
Deotriese: I blame the bottle in which i am engaged
Deotriese: It's burning sips have gone straight to my head
Sir_Christophe: And oh so heavily engaged she is
Deotriese: But woe is me, for I am not dead!
Deotriese: (to the wowrld)
Deotriese: yes...fucking...wowrld
Deotriese: you know its true.
Deotriese: yes you.
Deotriese: the one in the corner
Deotriese: YOU THERE!
Deotriese: come brush my hair?
Deotriese: and when its done I shall
Everything I touch turns to dust;
Withers like a sun starved flower.
My heart blackens like ashes;
Love falls like soot.
The illusion of snow twinkles;
Hopefully.
Turns to despair.
I burn inside;
I crackle with each gust of wind.
This torment eternal;
My selfish suicide.
I give in to the light, bliss in eternity;
Arms outstretched to embrace me;
Sunlight soars, I have become no more;
Moon weeps, Dusk beneath my feet,
Caress my mind into gentle sleep;
I shall be gone from this moment soon,
My voice carries on this mournful tune;
Allow me one more second to comfort you;
I choose this fate, my comfort due,
Justify my empathy, my sycophancy;
I became all that I never wished to be,
Fortune has become destiny;
Fate, the final act of this new play;
I am one with the paradise denied,
Connecting everything broken inside;
Don't make my mistakes, be free,
I must unite with my everlasting entity.
Pay To The Bearer Upon Demand by Deotriese, literature
Literature
Pay To The Bearer Upon Demand
Catch my silver scream;
A whispered terror from a night-time horror,
Empathy's caress and foreign gaze;
Calling forth that which we dare not feel.
How then, can you long to be like me?
Never knowing, never sensing what has to become,
In this cold dark wasteland of becoming,
Searching for absolutely no one.
You reach for the oxygen which we breathe,
Finding it has become nothing more than nitrogen,
And when suffocation is as impending as the doom we choke upon;
You shall call out, like me, for salvation.
Fair black, heart of man;
Slither dark and hollow.
Bleat out this strangled breath;
Choke, sip and swallow.
Ever forlorn the words whispered;
Free and torn from weeping wounds.
Silence eternal, speak no evil,
Forget the sights secrets found.
Comprehension is irrelevant,
Memory creates unique rules.
I see your face, a thousand years from the past
Forgotten, lines traced a hundred times.
It feels like now only decades can last
In the presence of a single year.
Months ago you called to me;
Weeks ago I answered.
Days slip by silently;
Hours since I bled,
Any minute i'll end.
Another moment dedicated to eternity.
making silence
but if its different here in these lines
not wrong exactly, but the sky less graveled by clouds
or one man standing beside the tree instead of three
gathering to work the jaws of their hands
in muscular conversation if the windows
watch from between phrases, not as short of breath
from squeezing in all they can of the street
skipping along under cars and the seasons
first rain if I change
the odd detail or two, trimming
the more of that to add the less of this,
allowing your eyes rummaging to find
a hoped for touch of sun in the never-sad air
if I change it to b
Hey guys! I finally got access back to this account, and I hope you're still around. I actually released my first novel recently (Ancestral by Kirstie Keatings, check it out on Amazon) and my second is in editing. I'm writing my third, a new series, ...