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Been alive far too long.
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Post Mental~
Category: Writing and Poetry
A vent piece I initially posted privately on Tumblr and Instagram. » Continue Reading
Cupid's Chokehold~
Category: Writing and Poetry
"Too often it appears that love exists to wither and rot- through the death of independence, or the death of trust- love changes all, and in many shapes does it cast its spell. In the coo of a dove- in the crook of a cross, in the brush of fingers against velvet skin- it never sleeps, even when it does...burying itself like a maggot in a carrion throw- dare I call it a heart worm?...or perhaps hea... » Continue Reading
Ice King~
Category: Writing and Poetry
"My corpse is just a diamond for your crown; buried in the glittering cemetery, a hopeless lover disposed in winter's abode- his vestibule of solitude, the wake of innocence. Like resentment blossoms from the weeping frost -My bitter misery stains my bones in its melancholic melody; memoirs of betrayal like an emerald ring, the eyes of envy hatch from the wounds of deprivation -you shun me, you s... » Continue Reading
Keeper~
Category: Writing and Poetry
"Long since past are the days of demigods and angels; we understand we are but men, and through good intentions our deeds are "godly"- but never the hand that feeds the flowers is ever more than a patient guardian..A father- never a god...." -"Keeper " H.V. Moreau » Continue Reading
Why did my account like get banned for a few hours??
Category: Blogging
What in the actual ass was that about???? I didn't say anything THAT dumb...Or does that just happen, like a server error or something.. » Continue Reading
Heartwood Longing~
Category: Writing and Poetry
"Spectral yearning glistens softly upon my restless bones- the phantom pain of nostalgia prickles nerves like a heartwood thicket, and from these thorns- the memory of compassion almost seems like a missing limb, its agony a far cry from yesterday..." -"Heartwood Longing" H.V. Moreau » Continue Reading
He~
Category: Writing and Poetry
"The serpent is taught to bite as affection; his formula is venom, and his mother is brutality -pity is contempt, and trust is a death sentence. His strength is in severing the connection to the womb- he forgets that fragility is what makes life so important, and in that regard he is already dead. The irony of brutality is that it thrives in the weak..." -"He" H.V. Moreau » Continue Reading