thesnowstrom

i want you to be okay i want you to see variable sides of me through personal and public lenses the person i want you to see wants me to let you know that the variable sides of me you may never see are the same sides that outweigh every decision you make away from me i am the flamboyant prince charming with the spotless white horse at my side and a glinting blade that lusts to be used in parrying bouts for our undying love here is the pair of iron boots that i have aftermarketed orthepedic inserts for(max comfort) my journey to you however hard has been planned for and paved in the view that no matter the cost or pain or struggle.. we will c

you do not fortify me you tear me down you do not encourage me you erode my goals if not with your words then with your voice you do not fortify me you tear me down you do not encourage me you erode my goals if not with your words then easily with every single disgusting squirm you coddle

black branches reach out and snatch him up all he can do is fight to crawl across the laminate flooring its tentacles and mandibles and fingers that are browned by earthy excavation wrap around his throat and his arms and his head is pulled back by his hair black sledge oozes down his forehead he screams his voice raw it comes out it longs gasps and dregs though only lasting for a fraction of a second before the noise, the bleet is no more a ration of spiders crawl up his ribs and legs he can feel them tickle across his lower back and shoulders thier spiderwebs like liquid oppression bind him further his eyes well up with the oceans of futili

a raging spherical colossus of boiling combustion each breath it takes fuels the life and sway of each astral god as they adorn our night sky who are we to eat? drink? love? when i crane my head up from my shamed posture to steal a glance from her shimmering beauty i feel cold and condemningly insignificant can it be? with giants so radiant and numerous that a star like you would notice a moth like me?

As the sun breaches the peak of an unfamiliar mountain and begins to sweep the quiet thick of the forest I am reminded of some words of wisdom an autrich I befriended back in Er Duin used to repeat in my direction relentlessly: "Get up! You fool!" The crisp fall air is a nice contrast to the cruel blanketing humidity of Er Duin. Though now the weeks and months of sweated in leather around my waste and the fur of my neck is brittle and scratchy. I emerge from my leaf pile slowly and take in my surrounding.

It happened again last night. My eyes sting as they threaten to tear up and my throat envelopes a plum sized knot in a joint effort to console my self destructive reminiscence. Vivid images flash in my minds eye and cast fathoms of flaming arrows into my conscience as the guilt sets in. I bury my head back into the fall leaves that had become a makeshift aught of rest the night before. This day will be a day of concentrate lamentation.

i care for no one else i am a mighty warrior i try to convince myself read the harold tramma! death!! i face the yellow city with her yellow teeth she worships me but only emptiness will comfort me i hang my head

i feel incredibly helpless in your dreams sutures opening could be a thing i could get over instead its chivlary major motion picture i stare blankly blurring the light fixture maybe if you dream a little more often i could possibly dress for the occasion

holding fast to my blue striped shirt i can't hold you anymore arms to tired but my swimming muscles are the same ones that hold the door for every smile and snooty upturned plastic nose i'm initialing every car door of every bar floor "elvis presley -- has been here before"

a horrible volcanic eruption a peaceful refreshing lake becomes a molten massive demon a steaming death jet it juts out dirty fingers where they do not belong into your eyes does not stop there eats your flesh organs too no discernment flesh pocket goo windshield death bugging against the flowered walls your body like excess glue ooze now there's a man with a black beanie pulled down low a record player misuse sounds good skeleton smile their legs in ugly ugly beautiful guts no knee high ugly ugly beautiful guts melted dancing over choreographed bustings busting a move many move and now the lake now fiery with a silver spoon black with smoke