Five Hydrating Solutions You WON'T BELIEVE!

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Re: Annasiel's TOTALLY ATTENTION GRABBING Arts

Post by Annasiel » Wed Mar 29, 2017 6:47 pm

Trial of Soot and Ash
The fervent hate that compliments
The sated taste of bitter sweat
And prickled needle-points of fear
Where peers all jeer for veins unbled,

"The Devil's mark!"

The heathens wail,
(not lost in mind, but heart instead)
Skin as pale as mountain-ash,
That piles high in woven tent
And pillar bent, a crooked shaft
Buried half in soil rent,
Around it, grass already bows
Under the weight of bated breaths.

"What say you?" choked bilious man,
A man of God whom God would spite,
A crooked statue of a pastor
Pledged to fester by his right.

"I am not what you say I am."
They have it not, their minds are made.
No way to circumvent the plots
That knotted thoughts are taught to say.

"Liar!" comes expected shouts,
Spat from mouths of yellowed teeth,
"Conspirer! Build her pyre higher,
Burn her, fry her til she bleats!
Let the ones who shun the light
Be blast in light from blighted blaze!
Have this traveler of the night
Attempt to fight the Spirit's gaze!"

Nothing more escapes my throat
But pants and hissing rants of rage.
Faceless hands reach where I stand
To steal my cloth, no less to wear.

"Bare before the Lord," they say,
"For in the Lord all sins are bared."

I lose my breath. They push me down,
I lose my nerve, my spirit pounds
An animal in body bound,
Unripe for passing,
Voices loud all screaming, jesting-

The hemp winds tight, the cotton blinds,
Stale rags to gag my wordless lips,
Certainly not any worse
Than curs-ed taste of the Devil's kiss,
Nothing more befitting for
A consort of the loveless husks
That dance in crimson ecstasy
Below the earth, unbirthed in blood.

Unmoving.
Stake stills spine and spirit,
Still I strain, afraid to hear if
Something strikes the pile's grain,
I hear the scratch,
And then comes pain.

Soft at first.
A little prick,
The air grows thin,
My feet grow slick,
Then hotter
Hotter
Hotter still
I try to move,
I try to free
My hands won't break
The ropes hold still
I cannot see
My will can't break
I've had my fill
God, damn this place!
I know no Hell
But this is Hell
God this is Hell


The steeple knells.
To bear the chill of blizzard's kiss and snare the wind to fingertips.

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Re: Annasiel's TOTALLY ATTENTION GRABBING Arts

Post by TriggerHappy » Thu Mar 30, 2017 1:06 pm

This title is clickbaity
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Re: Annasiel's TOTALLY ATTENTION GRABBING Arts

Post by Annasiel » Thu Mar 30, 2017 1:20 pm

You posted in the thread. It worked.
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Re: Five Hydrating Solutions You WON'T BELIEVE!

Post by Annasiel » Thu Mar 30, 2017 1:22 pm

Better?
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Re: Five Hydrating Solutions You WON'T BELIEVE!

Post by TriggerHappy » Thu Mar 30, 2017 1:27 pm

I DON'T BELIEVE IT
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Re: Five Hydrating Solutions You WON'T BELIEVE!

Post by Jhibus » Thu Mar 30, 2017 1:44 pm

NUMBER 3 WILL SHOCK YOU
*sterile cough*

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Re: Five Hydrating Solutions You WON'T BELIEVE!

Post by BenignPandora » Mon Apr 24, 2017 8:42 am

I had expected this from Jhibus, but you, Ser? Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Nice writing, by the way, you know I like your poems.
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Re: Five Hydrating Solutions You WON'T BELIEVE!

Post by Vintage » Thu May 18, 2017 7:59 am

Annasiel, I just want to say I adore these poems by you! I especially loved Echo's Lamentation & Paths and Ponderance. PaP has a kind of Shel Silverstein feel, y'know?
I was walking along, minding my business, when out of that orange colored sky...

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Re: Five Hydrating Solutions You WON'T BELIEVE!

Post by Annasiel » Thu May 18, 2017 10:27 am

Thank you! >-<

I read a good deal of Silverstein growing up, and that comparison made my night.
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Decrepit Lair of Edginess

Post by Annasiel » Fri May 26, 2017 8:27 pm

Swallow up my sunshine
Little fears,
Tempt away my innocence
To consequence I've yet to bear,
And let me take my path
Apart from years,
Wallow in this self-denial,
vile pity, if I care

Enough to see what I've become,
I've sucked the flesh right off my thumb,
It's not a rude awakening enough to make my faults aware.
I chain myself with empty weights
That only serve to slow my gait,
All else is a fantasy, the lie I spin that life's unfair.

I sit inside a room
I left unlit,
As if the dark can cover
Crimes of apathetic writ,
For despondent wiles,
I'm unfit
To pull my sorry corpse beyond
This gravitating pit,

I'd scream, but sleep has dried my tongue,
I'd weep, but eyes are caked in mud,
So all I do is roll and strew my whimsies through this grit,
Limbs lay bound in mind-made strands,
Unbreakable to idle hands,
A captive to the filthy sands my soul and body sit.

I cannot shift, I cannot breathe,
Smothered in the shit I've weaved,
Let me find a faithborn sieve
To sift away my flaws.

I hurt the ones I love the most,
For what else comes from languid ghosts
That wither in the paths they chose,
A forest made of walls.

What else am I but a wretch, a shade,
Cast from what I once had made,
But now defile in the way
That leaves it hollow glimmer?

Nothing more than nothing less,
A nothing none would deign to bless,
Coated in a tangled mess
That makes this sorry sinner.
To bear the chill of blizzard's kiss and snare the wind to fingertips.

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