I see your smiles and know you are
unhappy. I wish you weren't, though
your misfortune is all too preventable.
Do you feel your scars when you want to heal?
Would you heal them over and
make yourself undeniably innocent
and naive if you could?
Would you erase your bitter
memories in knowing that you will
only need to re-learn their lessons
all over again?
Would you seal yourself forever
inside such a redundant loop?
Floating With Starships by Acheron-Leqver, literature
Literature
Floating With Starships
Painting water onto rooftops
Translucent, formless glistening
I want to sleep among the clouds
Air beckoning me to fly, never coming down
Words floating amongst dripping whisps
My body will wash like rain, softly
Coming to exist only in consciousness
Beautifully enchanting the lost and wandering
Just as I am, searching for nothing in particular
Content to learn what the world has to show me
Through the silence of trenches
The smell of jasmine in bloom
The sight of ladies twirling by music
The slow transition of sunlight
The dust still settling over lonely spaces
The tomes left for imagination
Floating with starships, gazing d
Short Thought On Fear [12/22/12] by Acheron-Leqver, literature
Literature
Short Thought On Fear [12/22/12]
Fear has no meaning except what ins attributed to it. The emotions and imagery one experiences are directly related to their position of mind, will, ad personal attributes. Also, how one interprets such experiences affect the outcome immensely. Whether such fear becomes a simple being startled or rooted deep within the subconscious both hang within the interpretation of the one experiencing fear.
A Thought on Religion by Acheron-Leqver, literature
Literature
A Thought on Religion
Do you put faith into religion?
Who is another to gauge your imperfections, tossing your eternity into an abominable aperture?
Is it their blood that cleanses your own, like muck purifies dusty sediment? Or are they doing no more than spreading illness amongst those seeking a remedy?
Do you immediately feel so weakened being told another has power over your being that yu cower in thought, fearful from consequences and submissive? Where are these chains binding your arms? What has slashed your tongue? Where is the earth below your feet?
Where is the knowledge in loyal imprisonment?
These chains are not made of steel, nor are they rusted a
I remember the way the marigolds surfed upon the wind's cheeks, the way their blossoms drift without effort, without concern or angst. They had not a care in the world.
My body was dismembered on the grass, blades whipping back and forth without cease, awaiting its creator to pop the pieces in place and assemble the lonesome catalyst. I existed beyond the physical limits lying before me, my consciousness hovering just one of the arms' length above. I wonder what this place was, where I was, though not at all why I was. That is to say, why I existed; I exist, therefore I am. I am not what I can never be, nor will I ever be. Moving away I trav
I can feel my heartbeats collapsing underneath weighted breaths
My own blood caressing its veins, stained glass memories floating beyond my catalyst, once colouring Day's sky
A passage undergone though this treacherous sea of grass, I swim through to reach the horizon
Frozen breaths traveling the air, the blades whip at my legs and forbid my continuation
Their lies sweet against my tongue, fingers picking at the few that define the collective
Why do I listen to these, that cut so deeply into my mind?
Misunderstanding's angusish falls back as the clouds block Moon's light
Her colourless beams cascading across my vision, extravagantly
T
The Beginning of an End by Acheron-Leqver, literature
Literature
The Beginning of an End
Life is the path to destruction
All beginnings leading
To and end--all roads
Closting off--every entry
Is also an exit
Selfishness always deceiving
Gain nothing to end up leaving
Life obscuring one's view
Do not be so weak
Today, I was born. Today, I went on a walk.
I really cannot say I've seen anything quite like what I'm seeing. My eyes are hardened, almost nonexistant if I were not able to see with my senses. Rather, I see without seeing. My new world is truely divine, the variance of life surrounding my seemingly meeger being, yet I am an essencial part of this puzzle of eternal beauty. Slowly, much slower than the shapes flying past my position, my toes spread out and grow. I continue imperceptibly, with nowhere to hurry to as the continuity of light and dark blend into an exceedingly long memory.
On a particularly normal day, after having moved my legs
I see your smiles and know you are
unhappy. I wish you weren't, though
your misfortune is all too preventable.
Do you feel your scars when you want to heal?
Would you heal them over and
make yourself undeniably innocent
and naive if you could?
Would you erase your bitter
memories in knowing that you will
only need to re-learn their lessons
all over again?
Would you seal yourself forever
inside such a redundant loop?
Floating With Starships by Acheron-Leqver, literature
Literature
Floating With Starships
Painting water onto rooftops
Translucent, formless glistening
I want to sleep among the clouds
Air beckoning me to fly, never coming down
Words floating amongst dripping whisps
My body will wash like rain, softly
Coming to exist only in consciousness
Beautifully enchanting the lost and wandering
Just as I am, searching for nothing in particular
Content to learn what the world has to show me
Through the silence of trenches
The smell of jasmine in bloom
The sight of ladies twirling by music
The slow transition of sunlight
The dust still settling over lonely spaces
The tomes left for imagination
Floating with starships, gazing d
Short Thought On Fear [12/22/12] by Acheron-Leqver, literature
Literature
Short Thought On Fear [12/22/12]
Fear has no meaning except what ins attributed to it. The emotions and imagery one experiences are directly related to their position of mind, will, ad personal attributes. Also, how one interprets such experiences affect the outcome immensely. Whether such fear becomes a simple being startled or rooted deep within the subconscious both hang within the interpretation of the one experiencing fear.
A Thought on Religion by Acheron-Leqver, literature
Literature
A Thought on Religion
Do you put faith into religion?
Who is another to gauge your imperfections, tossing your eternity into an abominable aperture?
Is it their blood that cleanses your own, like muck purifies dusty sediment? Or are they doing no more than spreading illness amongst those seeking a remedy?
Do you immediately feel so weakened being told another has power over your being that yu cower in thought, fearful from consequences and submissive? Where are these chains binding your arms? What has slashed your tongue? Where is the earth below your feet?
Where is the knowledge in loyal imprisonment?
These chains are not made of steel, nor are they rusted a
I remember the way the marigolds surfed upon the wind's cheeks, the way their blossoms drift without effort, without concern or angst. They had not a care in the world.
My body was dismembered on the grass, blades whipping back and forth without cease, awaiting its creator to pop the pieces in place and assemble the lonesome catalyst. I existed beyond the physical limits lying before me, my consciousness hovering just one of the arms' length above. I wonder what this place was, where I was, though not at all why I was. That is to say, why I existed; I exist, therefore I am. I am not what I can never be, nor will I ever be. Moving away I trav
I can feel my heartbeats collapsing underneath weighted breaths
My own blood caressing its veins, stained glass memories floating beyond my catalyst, once colouring Day's sky
A passage undergone though this treacherous sea of grass, I swim through to reach the horizon
Frozen breaths traveling the air, the blades whip at my legs and forbid my continuation
Their lies sweet against my tongue, fingers picking at the few that define the collective
Why do I listen to these, that cut so deeply into my mind?
Misunderstanding's angusish falls back as the clouds block Moon's light
Her colourless beams cascading across my vision, extravagantly
T
The Beginning of an End by Acheron-Leqver, literature
Literature
The Beginning of an End
Life is the path to destruction
All beginnings leading
To and end--all roads
Closting off--every entry
Is also an exit
Selfishness always deceiving
Gain nothing to end up leaving
Life obscuring one's view
Do not be so weak
Today, I was born. Today, I went on a walk.
I really cannot say I've seen anything quite like what I'm seeing. My eyes are hardened, almost nonexistant if I were not able to see with my senses. Rather, I see without seeing. My new world is truely divine, the variance of life surrounding my seemingly meeger being, yet I am an essencial part of this puzzle of eternal beauty. Slowly, much slower than the shapes flying past my position, my toes spread out and grow. I continue imperceptibly, with nowhere to hurry to as the continuity of light and dark blend into an exceedingly long memory.
On a particularly normal day, after having moved my legs
The Bambi syndrome by grew-up-a-screw-up, literature
Literature
The Bambi syndrome
(Dis)regarding logic and sensibility
I like to sit on railway tracks, feeling the vibrations beneath my finger tips
Just beneath the blood vessels and haemoglobin
The whirring of the air being sucked out from my lungs
Chicken is not a game for the faint hearted
She called me reckless, and that scared her
Because I craved the adrenaline to flush out the morphine
I balance on bridges, always teetering
Cheshire cat grins as we run across highways
Darting blurring hues of monochrome grey and black cars
In the dark, only headlights visible
Deer in the headlight
Then we ran to abandoned warehouses
Smashed windows and ate shards of glass
Drowning
boys who love their grandmothers by learningtobefree, literature
Literature
boys who love their grandmothers
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he will be too gentle with your lips,
too sincere when he whispers blessings into your ears
pleading that he doesn't deserve you.
his tongue will not slither between your teeth.
instead, the heat of his mouth will melt your scar tissue
until there is no trace of your travels.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he knows patience.
you will try to convince him
that it is one of the many virtues
you don't yet possess,
but he will dig through the flesh in your ribcage
until he finds it lodged beneath everything
you're too scared to confess.
he will teach you forg
Droplets and truth. by blood-red-ribbons, literature
Literature
Droplets and truth.
There are days when grey skies are a blessing in disguise,
When darkness seems fitting, and a drop of freezing rain
Lets you feel alive, and revives the coldest of hearts,
The quietest lies, seem to resonate, and fall along side you
Tracing your path, leading you to the home you'd forgotten,
To the arms that capture you, and tell you, It's okay.
Bringing you the voice that soothes away the ills of the past,
And calms the tangled nerves and impulses, that scream
Late at night, and tell you happiness is a lie.
I promised her I would be upstairs shortly, that I wouldn't take too long tonight to trudge through the linoleum disappointment dissolving the scattered warmth within my feet.
It's been too long for her to still be awake without my needing to move her, to bring her comforting sleep after a day of floating.
I wonder if I dare to hope my floating will cease, that these wasted hours will change when I abandon them for my next step in life. I walk, yet where do my feet lead me? Am I walking through resting woods, snow melting on the floor with water cleverly kept out of my boots, a pop-tart in hand and a song repeating in my mind..
Leaves from
General musings seem skipped off and in competition for the main body of most journals, so I will have this one shortened. None the less, hello to all who take the time to read what I write.
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