Scarlet Pantomime

John The Revelator

This greying goddess with nipples like ice picks and blood pouring from her nose

Taken out by kitchen ware, silver poised

He died with flies in his eyes

She was everything that was wrong in the world, and I loved her for it

She killed all her rivals

Blue lightning, Marlboro fantasy land

"This is nothing to me," She coos from painted lips

Less and less of me

Pours into you

Channels wan,  waters evaporate

Dying locusts crowd the exit signs

I can’t see the light, I’m not sure which way to go

The crosswalk signals change and still I’m transfixed on the same street corner where I first learned your name

Johnny boy, I told you what would happen

If you started spouting your nonsense around here

The future is a wide open vacuum that sucks you in

Whether you want it to or not

Your fear made you human, made you soft

You thought you could look to the sky for answers

But all I see is blue. All I see is blue, Johnny.

I’m not sure how I got here

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No Mans Land

If I wanted you to gaze at my beauty then I would drape myself across dead branches like melted clocks, but my body in a museum does not lie
You must pay the price for admiring my thighs
Like the burning of your eyes when you stare the sun
I take what is mine
There is no shelter here

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magnoliapacifica:

frowp:

she is mother earth

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staff:

whitehouse:

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The White Nurse

The past is a river, bursting through dams meant to hinder it

No one is safe with me

I don’t have the drugs you need

Vicodin, the heroin, the hash

I couldn’t have you and it made me sick

I was jealous of the moon, for her unending gaze

She could look into your window, uninterrupted, and you, in a daze

Thrilled to have her by your side

She was your rock, and you cooked her in a spoon

Melted the moon, you melted the moon

He said he loved her, but he gunned her down in Time Square

We watched, expectant, as he aimed the gun at her head

The ticks and the leaches

As full and round as summer peaches

The crackles of thunder, electric scent in our clothes

I want you breathless

I think you know

I want the sorrow, the blood from your nose

The dripping tip, harsh taste in the back of my throat

The exquisite break in the bone

And when you melt me down, like I know you will

I want to be your finest dose

The shot that slings you across the sky and sends you falling like little pills

Pouring into my open hand, ready for me to swallow and dream dream dream of you flowing through my bloodstream

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can-u-not-my-wayward-son:

i scrolled down for an explanation and there wasn’t one but i think i’m ok with that

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The Showman

I thought I would find some inspiration when I looked for your face

Buried in land mines and vague mystical references

Opposing parties, each inundating the other with self important talks

I can’t feel you move me like you used to

I reach across aeons and blankets, cigarette butts and beer cans strewn across the bed to graze your leg with a blunt fingertip

Glittering dead rocks float around the dingy sky and I know all this shit is meaningless compared to the passage of time or the shape of a sparrows broken wing but I still can’t help but feel so hopeless when I look into your eyes

Digital prophets

He confessed in bathroom stalls to men in missionary positions

Received benediction from the tip of a silver needle

"I will submit to no one or nothing except Death itself."

He whispered to himself, such tales of spectacular defeat

Caressing broken rodeo ponies

"They should have carried me across finish lines and into the beds of vapid blondes with sexual ambitions. Instead I’m counting change out of a pickle jar hidden in an empty, mouldering cabinet."

My heroes do not stand. They falter. They are weak. My heroes stare into gun barrels and into the necks of their drinks. But every day, they put their feet on the ground, and stare out the window.

Yet another day, to smolder, to fuck, to stare into the blank eyes of Death and laugh as I piss into the sink.

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aseaofquotes:

Poppy Z. Brite, Lost Souls

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humansofnewyork:

"I’ve been a deep believer my whole life. 18 years as a Southern Baptist. More than 40 years as a mainline Protestant. I’m an ordained pastor. But it’s just stopped making sense to me. You see people doing terrible things in the name of religion, and you think: ‘Those people believe just as strongly as I do. They’re just as convinced as I am.’ And it just doesn’t make sense anymore. It doesn’t make sense to believe in a God that dabbles in people’s lives. If a plane crashes, and one person survives, everyone thanks God. They say: ‘God had a purpose for that person. God saved her for a reason!’ Do we not realize how cruel that is? Do we not realize how cruel it is to say that if God had a purpose for that person, he also had a purpose in killing everyone else on that plane? And a purpose in starving millions of children? A purpose in slavery and genocide? For every time you say that there’s a purpose behind one person’s success, you invalidate billions of people. You say there is a purpose to their suffering. And that’s just cruel."

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