The schism that severs the rock face from earth It widens now shattering bones, The chasm shall reap as its fractures run deep, Reaching plates made of friction and stone The rumble claws - gnaws at the spirits of all, It roars like the mantle is hurt, Torn, ripped apart by the forces of ages, Naught left but rubble and dirt. Their bodies lie strewn everywhere that you look, Their inventions inert in the dust, Hatred and greed were their creed for too long so Their species lies deep in the crust. Perhaps if they’d listened to knowledge much sooner, Perhaps if their banks funded freedom, There might have been some other way for their kind, Behold the extinction of humans.
Expel, repel and thus dispel The darkness that would creep and dwell Within your psyche, amidst your soul, It whispers every lie they’ve told, It speaks of embers fanning hate, Its breath - the stench from sewer grates, The words it utters never say, That you deserve to live today, No, not this voice, its timbre harsh, Its diction muddy, thick with farce, It screams its filth within your brain That you should be among the slain Yet as you feel your racing pulse, You know that all its words are false, They’re twisted speeches jammed as one - A web of callousness once spun Into a myriad of walls So you would never grow so tall So you would sink, so you would fall And never know your strength at all, Yet as you stand and face the black, You know there is no turning back, For now you know the sunshine’s glow, Why cower now when you can grow? The voice fades as the dawn draws near And with its absence leaves the fear, It’s funny how much space exists Without fear’s shackles on your
loving you is like a dream
a dream in which reality and fantasy collide
the life that I visualised
and the world that exists
both different
and yet exactly right
the moments stretch past all contemplation
time and space mere figureheads
and while I hold you
there is nothing that could prise my grip
no distraction to move my gaze
for in my arms is perfection
a goddess of humour and kindness
full of snark and sweetness
who every day grants me the honour
of calling her mine
we are neither of us flawless
we exist both marred from experiences and
coloured by imperfections
we are both humans after all
and while I don't elevate you past the leve
Where once the spirit did decline, It found no way to move ahead, The obstacles once bent, align And lead our heroine instead Onwards to a clearer place Where one can move at measured pace Not breakneck speed in panic's thrall Walk steady, strong, not falter - fall, She strides through that which render weak The bravest souls who conquer death And dares to face her foes and speak - "I'll never quell another breath, For I am not your enemy You merely see yourself in me."
With golden threads we suture flesh We straighten fractured bone We mend the minds Once shattered, find The pieces strewn alone. With golden threads, we teach instead That beauty lives with scars Once broken – healed Should not conceal The journey of one’s heart.
Sparks fly off the quickened mind Impulse, precision mix to blind The thoughts that speed t’wards disarray That threaten chaos and dismay Yet in their troubled mess, still seek A light that renders darkness weak. The mental space is clearer now, Serenity Spirit endows, Flows freely through each neural point, Releasing muscles, soothing joints So one can reach the peak of truth You rule your mind, it shan’t rule you.
Neurological Annihilation by kiwi-damnation, literature
Literature
Neurological Annihilation
when overload comes, it is the tar
it is a black that coats and annihilates everything clean
it rips off the skin revealing the bloodied tissue beneath
every adipose cell
every muscle fibre
every shred of sanity is vulnerable to cackling callousness and rage
the sound a current which carries all joy and tranquility away
leaving only sorrow, exhaustion and a humble prayer that this end soon
before my limbs, immersed in this cloying dank depression and fever, follow their master - the tar - and cut off their connection to the searing nerve fibres that animate their digits.
one action and it all stops
but that action means there will never be.
For countless years, I fought the fight,
I struggled hard into the night,
But then I found the battle’s end
Where blood runs fast and gashes mend,
Where love surrounds and feeds the soul
No longer bearing war-torn toil.
I found the peace that I would seek
When pressures sought to deem me weak,
I found the light in everything
And feel myself remembering
That I was meant for more than this
There is a reason I exist.
And just like that, they fell away,
Those who callus, cleave, decay,
Those whose will was not for me
To live in freedom happily,
I felt them leave like shedding clothes
And free of them, I quickly rose
Above the turmoil, la
The schism that severs the rock face from earth It widens now shattering bones, The chasm shall reap as its fractures run deep, Reaching plates made of friction and stone The rumble claws - gnaws at the spirits of all, It roars like the mantle is hurt, Torn, ripped apart by the forces of ages, Naught left but rubble and dirt. Their bodies lie strewn everywhere that you look, Their inventions inert in the dust, Hatred and greed were their creed for too long so Their species lies deep in the crust. Perhaps if they’d listened to knowledge much sooner, Perhaps if their banks funded freedom, There might have been some other way for their kind, Behold the extinction of humans.
Expel, repel and thus dispel The darkness that would creep and dwell Within your psyche, amidst your soul, It whispers every lie they’ve told, It speaks of embers fanning hate, Its breath - the stench from sewer grates, The words it utters never say, That you deserve to live today, No, not this voice, its timbre harsh, Its diction muddy, thick with farce, It screams its filth within your brain That you should be among the slain Yet as you feel your racing pulse, You know that all its words are false, They’re twisted speeches jammed as one - A web of callousness once spun Into a myriad of walls So you would never grow so tall So you would sink, so you would fall And never know your strength at all, Yet as you stand and face the black, You know there is no turning back, For now you know the sunshine’s glow, Why cower now when you can grow? The voice fades as the dawn draws near And with its absence leaves the fear, It’s funny how much space exists Without fear’s shackles on your
Where once the spirit did decline, It found no way to move ahead, The obstacles once bent, align And lead our heroine instead Onwards to a clearer place Where one can move at measured pace Not breakneck speed in panic's thrall Walk steady, strong, not falter - fall, She strides through that which render weak The bravest souls who conquer death And dares to face her foes and speak - "I'll never quell another breath, For I am not your enemy You merely see yourself in me."
With golden threads we suture flesh We straighten fractured bone We mend the minds Once shattered, find The pieces strewn alone. With golden threads, we teach instead That beauty lives with scars Once broken – healed Should not conceal The journey of one’s heart.
Sparks fly off the quickened mind Impulse, precision mix to blind The thoughts that speed t’wards disarray That threaten chaos and dismay Yet in their troubled mess, still seek A light that renders darkness weak. The mental space is clearer now, Serenity Spirit endows, Flows freely through each neural point, Releasing muscles, soothing joints So one can reach the peak of truth You rule your mind, it shan’t rule you.
Neurological Annihilation by kiwi-damnation, literature
Literature
Neurological Annihilation
when overload comes, it is the tar
it is a black that coats and annihilates everything clean
it rips off the skin revealing the bloodied tissue beneath
every adipose cell
every muscle fibre
every shred of sanity is vulnerable to cackling callousness and rage
the sound a current which carries all joy and tranquility away
leaving only sorrow, exhaustion and a humble prayer that this end soon
before my limbs, immersed in this cloying dank depression and fever, follow their master - the tar - and cut off their connection to the searing nerve fibres that animate their digits.
one action and it all stops
but that action means there will never be.
For countless years, I fought the fight,
I struggled hard into the night,
But then I found the battle’s end
Where blood runs fast and gashes mend,
Where love surrounds and feeds the soul
No longer bearing war-torn toil.
I found the peace that I would seek
When pressures sought to deem me weak,
I found the light in everything
And feel myself remembering
That I was meant for more than this
There is a reason I exist.
And just like that, they fell away,
Those who callus, cleave, decay,
Those whose will was not for me
To live in freedom happily,
I felt them leave like shedding clothes
And free of them, I quickly rose
Above the turmoil, la
DFC 2018: 18. Disdain by kiwi-damnation, literature
Literature
DFC 2018: 18. Disdain
My fingertips have claimed the air
As desperately I wished to know
Why every time I smiled she'd show
Disdain, disgust but never care,
Why laughing made her want to scream!
And hatred met her scornful face
As if she wished she could replace,
Mistakes she made, her stolen dream.
Expel, repel and thus dispel The darkness that would creep and dwell Within your psyche, amidst your soul, It whispers every lie they’ve told, It speaks of embers fanning hate, Its breath - the stench from sewer grates, The words it utters never say, That you deserve to live today, No, not this voice, its timbre harsh, Its diction muddy, thick with farce, It screams its filth within your brain That you should be among the slain Yet as you feel your racing pulse, You know that all its words are false, They’re twisted speeches jammed as one - A web of callousness once spun Into a myriad of walls So you would never grow so tall So you would sink, so you would fall And never know your strength at all, Yet as you stand and face the black, You know there is no turning back, For now you know the sunshine’s glow, Why cower now when you can grow? The voice fades as the dawn draws near And with its absence leaves the fear, It’s funny how much space exists Without fear’s shackles on your
loving you is like a dream
a dream in which reality and fantasy collide
the life that I visualised
and the world that exists
both different
and yet exactly right
the moments stretch past all contemplation
time and space mere figureheads
and while I hold you
there is nothing that could prise my grip
no distraction to move my gaze
for in my arms is perfection
a goddess of humour and kindness
full of snark and sweetness
who every day grants me the honour
of calling her mine
we are neither of us flawless
we exist both marred from experiences and
coloured by imperfections
we are both humans after all
and while I don't elevate you past the leve
Where once the spirit did decline, It found no way to move ahead, The obstacles once bent, align And lead our heroine instead Onwards to a clearer place Where one can move at measured pace Not breakneck speed in panic's thrall Walk steady, strong, not falter - fall, She strides through that which render weak The bravest souls who conquer death And dares to face her foes and speak - "I'll never quell another breath, For I am not your enemy You merely see yourself in me."
With golden threads we suture flesh We straighten fractured bone We mend the minds Once shattered, find The pieces strewn alone. With golden threads, we teach instead That beauty lives with scars Once broken – healed Should not conceal The journey of one’s heart.
Sparks fly off the quickened mind Impulse, precision mix to blind The thoughts that speed t’wards disarray That threaten chaos and dismay Yet in their troubled mess, still seek A light that renders darkness weak. The mental space is clearer now, Serenity Spirit endows, Flows freely through each neural point, Releasing muscles, soothing joints So one can reach the peak of truth You rule your mind, it shan’t rule you.
For countless years, I fought the fight,
I struggled hard into the night,
But then I found the battle’s end
Where blood runs fast and gashes mend,
Where love surrounds and feeds the soul
No longer bearing war-torn toil.
I found the peace that I would seek
When pressures sought to deem me weak,
I found the light in everything
And feel myself remembering
That I was meant for more than this
There is a reason I exist.
And just like that, they fell away,
Those who callus, cleave, decay,
Those whose will was not for me
To live in freedom happily,
I felt them leave like shedding clothes
And free of them, I quickly rose
Above the turmoil, la
DFC 2018: 18. Disdain by kiwi-damnation, literature
Literature
DFC 2018: 18. Disdain
My fingertips have claimed the air
As desperately I wished to know
Why every time I smiled she'd show
Disdain, disgust but never care,
Why laughing made her want to scream!
And hatred met her scornful face
As if she wished she could replace,
Mistakes she made, her stolen dream.
DFC 2018: 17. Raucous by kiwi-damnation, literature
Literature
DFC 2018: 17. Raucous
Her raucous laughter is a curse,
It cuts my ears with its perverse
Melodic sound that pounds and pounds,
Crushing flesh and splitting bone,
Yet no one seems to find her tone
Upsetting as it shakes my ground,
She smashes silence with delight,
Assassin hiding in the light,
Eroding sanity with stone.
DFC 2018: 14. Derelict by kiwi-damnation, literature
Literature
DFC 2018: 14. Derelict
The mothballs cannot save this place,
A derelict and frightful sight
With windows black as winter's night
And clutter coating every space,
One cannot see her once proud face:
The ballroom where all danced delight,
Where lovers held their partners tight,
Lost in lustful soul's embrace,
The gilded palace once in view
Had violence storm and rampage through
So naught was left but bare bones picked,
Demise by way of class conflict,
Yet though she was cut down by coup:
One day she will stand tall – renewed.
Our Lives Are Worth The Same As Yours by kiwi-damnation, literature
Literature
Our Lives Are Worth The Same As Yours
Hearts beat true beneath the sun,
Its rays cascade ‘cross lovers’ backs
No one could break their gleeful gaze,
A rainbow dance they share for days
Where one soul ends, the other meets,
Matching fingers, hands and feet
And as these people hold their hearts
Above the scorn that deems them part,
One statement shall resound this dawn:
Our lives are worth the same as yours.
Dark hands are raised into the light,
As marching figures walk their fight,
No shadow can delay their siege,
They shall not bow before a liege,
Listen to their heartfelt cries!
There are no tricks, there’s no disguise,
And as they step across this ground,
Mor
DFC 2015: 1. Outliving Fear by kiwi-damnation, literature
Literature
DFC 2015: 1. Outliving Fear
When darkness rips away her joy
With claws that flay and deftly tear,
Her bones and sinew are laid bare
As lifeless as a tattered toy,
Her heartbeat gently pulses quick
Beneath that skin like porcelain,
Each slash breeds more adrenaline
As palms grow slick and breath constricts,
Her eyes see nothing but the pain,
Her very sanity is slain,
But as she clutches onto hope
And feels the fibres of her rope,
She knows that daylight’s face is near
Which means she will outlive the fear.
Rose and the Compass by kiwi-damnation, literature
Literature
Rose and the Compass
Rose held the compass in her hand,
She did not know this foreign land,
She’d walked so far, she could not stand,
Where was that man? Where was that man?
And in the distance – silhouettes,
She panicked, feeling quick regret
But she was weary, soiled and wet,
The figures met, the figures met.
Her body trembled as the sky
Changed drastically before her eyes,
No warning ‘fore the blackest night,
“Can I still fight?” “Can I still fight?”
A pap’ry cloth was placed in hand
With subtle grains of soil and sand,
“What is this?” Rose did so demand,
“It is the plan”, “It is
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