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Daily Deviation
June 10, 2016
Destablized by TheBlackRam blends horror with a poetic rhythm that keeps you reading and coming back for more.
Featured by brennennn
Suggested by LukasFractalizator
Literature Text
It's that moment of suspension
Held aloft within the air
An inch or two above reality
Ready to fall into despair
It's like an earthquake
But it never stops
The ground breaks
In a million spots
And I am frozen in space
Stuck in the time between
The frames of life's cinema
The fabled story of a dream
It shimmers and shakes
Like a heat wave
My place in space
I cannot save
I'm floating through this maze
Of moments in the grey twilight
Of the everlasting cycle
Of evil day and darkest night
Too many thoughts
Flickering by
Too many questions
To ask why
Why can I not perceive life
As a series of events connected
Only by my mind, yet separate
And indifferently directed
By the whimsy hands of fate
Held aloft within the air
An inch or two above reality
Ready to fall into despair
It's like an earthquake
But it never stops
The ground breaks
In a million spots
And I am frozen in space
Stuck in the time between
The frames of life's cinema
The fabled story of a dream
It shimmers and shakes
Like a heat wave
My place in space
I cannot save
I'm floating through this maze
Of moments in the grey twilight
Of the everlasting cycle
Of evil day and darkest night
Too many thoughts
Flickering by
Too many questions
To ask why
Why can I not perceive life
As a series of events connected
Only by my mind, yet separate
And indifferently directed
By the whimsy hands of fate
Literature
the gestalt laws of grouping
1. proximity
this finite summer burns as a unified whole. i watch
starlings and try to unlearn old perceptions. It seems plausible
that nothing can ever truly be categorised.
It is said that the human brain experiences divisions based
on closeness. This theory
Can be applied not just to visual discernment
But to human communication. Is the dot
An outlier, or part of something
Yet uncharted? Thus the nature of God
concludes itself.
2. similarity
Birds of a feather. Physical attributes which are of course
Recognised through faulty mechanisms
Can be arbitrarily decided. This and that. And so on
And so forth. Routine is a myth and so is
Literature
This is Irony
I count the passing of days in ashtray soldiers,
and stillness in the words of dead poets.
We write our secrets on the inside of our lungs
and hide truths on the inside of our stanzas,
because it’s acceptable to wear hatred on your arms,
but vulnerability is a mark of weakness.
I have choked down everything: pain and shame and arsenic tranquility,
to spew forth such paltry words and call it poetry.
A waltz away from thirty eight caliber oblivion
we press back, back
because death isn’t as romantic as we hoped,
and poison is quieter than a gunshot.
Literature
cynical: arsenical
splinter-thorn boy,
it will all start to
d i s i n t e g r a t e
beneath you
you are
the least beautiful way to unravel -
all maggot-rot, no
split-thread, no
ribbon-torn boy
an architect of
self-abuse;
a god of
ru(i)n(n)ing
[away] &
no:
there is nothing holy about you
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Incredible work!