i always fuck everything up with everyone
sometimes i really just want to disappear
a study in numbers and superficialityhe smiled in parabolas;a study in numbers and superficiality by sylveda
and only when one could not chart his distance any longer did I stop and notice
how the constellations of freckles mapped across his cheeks
could be points on Orpheus’ plane—
how beautifully his face sang, how dainty was his
porcelain pout against the rough hewn glare of
his Neptunian gaze.
Fibonacci’s numbers charted his visage—a elegant landscape,
[one plus the square root of five, divided by two]
He was music, he was melody, he was Apollo’s last song,
his last prophecy, his last poem—
he was a canvas, a graph, a parabola extending to two-dimensional infinit(ies)
held within the confines of sickly, seraphic perfection.
SilenceYou make me feel worthless,
and you don't even know
The darkness that looms over my shoulder -
you don't even know
I'm tying -
but my lungs don't fill with air
like yours do
like theirs do
The silence is my friend-
because you don't listen anyhow
I'm not afraid of it,
unlike all of you
The short end of the fire -
the darkness that I feed off of
When I try to communicate,
it doesn't click
It won't matter anymore -
I'm only crying empty tears
that's what they are to you
new yearsi sit by the death bed
of this year, reminiscing
till she passes.
there is so much to thank
and to curse.
and as we drown under
golden bubbles of under-aged
drinking, i watch the hours
slip into another 12 months
twenty-sevenmost girls have their hips
wrapped up in thongs.
i, however, have mine
duskthese skies chill me.
dreamsicle ribbons hung from the clouds;
pink ice smeared against a canvas of nova.
you can almost hear the wolves catch in
the wind; howls slathered in malice cry
just behind the tree line.
i long for saturated summer dusk,
so heavy that breathing makes me dizzy.
getting drunk on flowers, staying up
to converse with the moon.
how pretty my life will be when i can
feel my bones again.
Love Is Not QuietMy body becomes a fractured dam,
water gathers with the first taste
of freedom, no longer content
to be oppressed.
It rages, and rages and rages
while I feel myself on the verge
of bursting apart at the seams.
How can I sit still?
Move through the world
with calm precession?
Scarcely able to breathe
not daring to part my lips to speak
for fear I will only scream and howl
It rages, and rages and rages,
there are earthquakes within my brain,
a tornado carried inside,
hurricanes under my skin.
I feel every cell vibrating,
threatening to erupt with singular need,
only your touch can cold me together
with enough pressure to settle the waters
back into place.
It rages and rages and rages,
I want to press myself into you
until I hear my ribs being to crack.
Only then the rage begins
to recede as the tide
called back home by the sea,
but the debris remains scattered
at my feet as a reminder.
Live AgainPull down the curtain and let the light in.
Open the doors and windows and breathe in fresh air.
Let the sun shine down on my face.
I need to live again.
he saved me, but he killed me.
i. first light- i met you in a crimson forest.
it was a rose garden summer, and out of a black mercedes
you walked out, your five year old eyes greener than
you reached up to pluck a rose from its stem, and offered it to me.
"what's your name?"
daddy told me that i couldn't tell strangers my real name.
I looked at the rose in my hand.
you smiled, you were a seastorm of now long-gone innocence.
i didn't understand
but I knew.
ii. i forgot about you for
1562 days, 11 hours, and 22 minutes,
my name, but i didn't recognize you
until i saw your eyes.
iii. my father fell and didn't stand back up again.
i screamed, and you carried me home.
iv. i didn't talk for a week.
i stared at the gray of the sky. it was the color of my father's eyes.
you sat next to me in the pouring rain,
Violent SilenceSuch a violent silence
Such an unnerving suspense
A soon as I read it
I was astonished
At the date of submission I immediately looked
I did not want to believe it
Submitted 4 hours ago
I start to panic
Everything around me sinks faster than the Titanic
Please tell me you didn't go...
Of the lack of response I don't care
For someone like you's so rare
And even if you don't trust you
I won't give up on you
Through the deadliest void
I'll find a way and offer you a hand
The violence that may surround you I'd withstand
As I can't stand seeing you destroyed
Finally a comment submerged
The danger was overcomed
Pushed behind a thin emotional hatch
I'll once again go back to my watch
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Hi. I'm Ash, fifteen year old weirdass fuck. I'm an artist and author. I taught myself most of the things I know. I'm most likely going to major in art and minor in writing.
Also, all your faves and comments are greatly appreciated, I'm just too lazy to go comment on your profile saying thanks.
Music and my friends have literally saved my life a couple of times and they're really important to me, so if you fuck with my friends, I will seriously kill you. e_o
I am an autonomous kama weapon. I am weird.
See, this is what the fuck happens when you let me near stamps.
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