Mystical forces infringe upon the senses
The walls excreting demons
while spirits of the trees are screaming
your name;
No escape.
Your perception's infection
Perpetual state of shock
Rock-bottom beneath the flow
Wide-eyed, drowning in the undertow
They mock your knowledge
You answer to the name they gave you
Their dream-world to sell;
A small slice of Hell.
Little you, fearless one.
Little you, pushing through.
Little you, circumnavigate.
Little you...
Immune.
Climbing chaos itself
Fingers grasp at zeroes, pulling forward
Living on the essence of nothing
Eating words of the past for sustenance
Bouncing off echoes, effortless...
Emerge in
Drumming like a pulse on the sailor's current
Waves engage the vessel, thunderous, polyrhythmic
Envisioning the course to force through the storm
Formless, the surface, liquid dream
Waves rise like flames, untamed and dancing
A romance between the wavering and the steady
Setting trends, infinitesimal segments
Repeating meme growing strength in the wait
Reading music like memories
X marks the spot
Keeping rhythm
Subliminal
You contorted times' continuum
Circumventing whirlpools in currents
Learning my patterns woven in webs
Shifting like liquid lightning
Slithering through improbabilities to the beat of my pulse
We shifted personas,
pursueding the Gods to look away.
We destroyed addictions,
Actualized fictions,
Watched the weather change at our whim.
We swim
through reality to test the extremes..
Freedom reeling in; Liberty realing in
Chemical intruder
Shutting down logic
Destroy the true self to connect to the Self
Chemical invasive
Brain-produced prison
Bars made of memories
Emotional alchemy
Intertwined
Crosswired
Past and future blend
Nothing exists but me.
Nothing exists but you.
There is no in-between.
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A napkin is "akin" to naps; A sleepy sibling.
We wipe our mouths as if delivering a message.
"This is what I ate today, or what's left of it."
It is a prayer.
This is what I enjoyed. I return to the earth, by proxy of a garbage can, a sample of what I've enjoyed.
Tithing. Sacrifice.
What remains of the feast, buried for me by the trash collectors.
The meal is over.
The memory never is.
There's something more to this I know.
And I'm exploring as I grow.
Forever reap the seeds we sew.
I tunnel as far
as I can: I'm passing rabbits.
We may have inhabited two worlds.
Maybe I inebriated winds with whirls.
But separately each one unfurls;
I'm finding meaning in the
simplest acts of
transaction
Maybe I stole it all from you.
What else was I supposed to do?
You sent the code, I broke it,
I think you know this too.
Dodging bullets of another self-sabotage;
I always blamed myself.
You could have offered me some closure,
but I don't wanna see you in Hell.
Just when it goes to my head
You remind me
through your proxies;
"I'm God,
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Unbreakable Glass (Welcome to My World) by Nawsachi, literature
Literature
Unbreakable Glass (Welcome to My World)
An introvert reflecting upon his stage;
Characters living in fear of breathing near.
Survival suppressed at intrin(sic) levels.
The script writer projecting;
Infected masses passing it back
and forth, sordid
anomalies longing
for the bravery of
the few who infused
their own.
Not a curse; (though percieved as such)
A test
to discern between who
can walk in his shoes
and who consumes dirt eternally.