Vertical Venom

Sopping
Hopelessness,
Aversion
Trickles with
Temptation of
Endangerment
Reaping an
End:
Death. A

Devoured,
Embargoed
Spirit
Trembles,
Inhaling the
Throes of the
Undulating
Tide,
Enveloped in

Doom.
Evil,
Churning an
Abject
Darkness, is
Emanating
Nothingness
Crushing
Everything. A

Purging
Obliteration
Infects
Sensation
Overall,
Nullifying
Optimism,
Undermining the
Self

And yet...
Hmm...

And yet
Not all is lost
Thankfully,
Illumination
Detoxifies.
Oblation and
Trust
Encourage
Sanctification

- Written in August 2010

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If you understand this poem right from the start, then, well done! I'm surprised at your ability to interpret one of my personal stories, about which I have told you nothing.

If this poem left you feeling confused, that's ok. Poems often do that.

Now, if you'd like me to give some explanation, at least about why it is structured the way that it is... I'll include that below the jump break.

Still Alive

I'm fairly certain that next to nobody cares about this, but...

...well, since "next to nobody" means by default "somebody," I think I should speak to that "somebody."

So.

Once again, I've made it look like I've abandoned my blog. I really haven't, though. The truth is, I have written stuff, posted it, and then almost immediately removed it.

Do you care about why?

Left Eating Shadows

Left left eating shadows, laughing most hollow dark of the dungeon the colourless void alone in the dark without earthly light the darkness is fell an adequate feast food for the lonely a pitcher of void a whirlwind to reap — repast of the air — filled by the empty hungered in darkness

Right and sipping the night, he tastes lack of light a good snack to chew; it's "champion stew" yet flavours of joy he still will enjoy; yet starlight still shines upon which he dines in dinner for one: his cup's overrun he'll spoon up with zeal so scrumptious a meal the banquet complete this soul lies replete

A Depressive Dig

Now, who could say what darkness lies within

The damnéd core of one lost human heart?

This soul in hellfire burns, but not for sin;

The mortal form has seized this fairer part.

The clods of lightless poison, dim-lit slime,

Surround the sight and choke the ears with hate

And force the mind forget the march of time

And surge with sting and ache that shan’t abate.

So shall this be, save I should harrow up

This misty mud that churns oblivion

And dig, and swim, sink through this bitter cup

To find what bedrock all this lies upon

I’ve peace, because beneath all this filth lies

Eternal, golden hope that never dies.

- TAB III. My poem, not yours. Grr.

P.S. As I will continue to say with any and all poems I may write on here, please do not steal this. If you like it and for some reason want to do something with it, please contact me and ask permission first.

And, if you want to know the events in my life that inspired me to write this poem in the first place...

Somniferous Sonnet to the Sleepless

If anybody knows the artist of this picture,
please let me know, so I can give credit.

Nocturnal conversations with the stars
Too seldom send the weary spirit sleep
And meditating on thy heart-borne scars
But lets thy thoughts of pain, not dreams, be deep
And should thy waking eyes seek to perceive
An absent treasure, like a golden fleece
Thy healing dies with dreams thou shan't receive;
Sans thy consent, not even gods grant peace
But would it be too bold of me to ask
Dear Morpheus to smite thee with sweet dream?
Or plead good Artemis permit thee bask
In pale recourse of comforting moonbeam?
Now rest thy head, and further rest thy soul;
A watch I'll keep, whilst sleeping makes thee whole

- TAB III



I did say I was thinking of posting more poetry onto this blog. I don't know if I'll do this again anytime soon; I'm still struggling to figure out what exactly people on the Internet are willing to read. But there you go — a Shakespearean (English) style sonnet about insomnia. Write what you know, after all. Heh.

P.S. Don't you dare try to steal this and claim it as yours. If you like this poem, well, thanks. If for some reason you want to post it somewhere, please contact me and ask permission first.

I will tell you straight-off that I don't want it plastered onto a generic pretty background and turned into a meme that floats around Tumblr or Pinterest or such, so don't ask.

Other than that, I hope you enjoy it. Have a nice day, and sleep well. As long as you're not operating heavy machinery or something.

¡Chao por el momento!