FAQ Q: What is this? A: What isn't it? Q: Why not Boketto's literature? A: What if I change my username? Q: Okay??? A: Cherrio, Govna. ----------- Earlier, she heard the earth calling, nature harmonizing towards a cacophony and drafting a sunshine melody. The squirrels scurried across the landscape, rolling their acorns across the soil. The dry leaves crumbled beneath their hastened feet. She came forward and stood upon the precipice, gazing toward what lay below. There she could see an entire city, living its mechanical life with its tiny people wound like minuscule manic clocks. She could see a population moving in unison while still halted in the mundane. In the city, florescent lighting drifted through window blinds and out into night, corrupting the cadence of the moons magnificent glow. Cars sped across asphalt like creatures with steel armor, their bodies able to apply an abrupt destruction to all things unfortunate enough to impede their progress. Here, atop the mountain and near the midst of the wilderness, she felt that she could do anything. Sometimes, when she was alone, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and curled her toes until she was leaning upon her heels, her body ready to fall to the depths below at any moment. It was an exhilarating feeling, to be so close to the edge of oblivion while remaining animate. In moments like those, she longed for more than what reality could offer, and felt that to be alive was too little a miracle. She leaned on the edge of the barrier before her and glided her hands upon the rails, caressing the paint that had peeled from the rusty metal bars with the lengths of her fingers. On her tiptoes she leaned over and began to tilt her body forward, inch by inch, her breathing becoming deeper the more she leaned in. Now with her feet off the ground, sweat damped her brow. A few more inches, a light push and she could tumble towards her death. Suddenly, cloudburst. The rain came pouring, the clouds falling down the Earth's sky. Now it seemed as if her entire body were drenched in sweat. The wetness pressed down on her and added weight to her clothing. Gravity took her then, pulling her downward and then fleetingly she was falling too. Thoughts came in a rushing cascade, all in seconds. Down towards the city below, a mind high above. A couple of moments and both would collide. A body that would spatter against pavement like the raindrops. Except now the canvas transformed. Gone were the buildings and the living below. Stretching out below was a gray landscape, still and desolate. Craters expanded before her at the speed of sound, and she was ascending. Rising now as high as the clouds that had cursed her and then over them and into the depths of the stratosphere. Dizziness became her and dragged her to the precipice of consciousness. And all was black, and cold, and silent. ------------
Thank you, Pidgeon! Thank you, Dragondust! I appreciate the kind words from you both. --------- With every memory fading by layer The pain all comes in doses far greater There's light but I still can't see where to go Warmth in the heart but my mind is cold Surrounded by your smile I'm still alone A roof above my head yet I call darkness home ---------------------
I thought of you today, even though I probably should not have. I wonder if you still have nightmares as much I stay awake. I admit that it gets to a point where sometimes I trap myself wondering if things could have been different. I'm not sure I could have stopped the collapse, and I'm sure I'd have found it hard to feign apathy. Still, it's almost amusing how easily we flail towards detriment, except for the depressions in our conscience. But I think about you still, knowing that the memories are anything but serene. They're at their most an interjection of the heart, unbalanced. And even tough the ghost of happiness lingers, she is always filled with sadness. She is named after you: Love.
Thanks, Dragondust! --------- To idle until the chance arrives To acquire and renew All the emotions I held for you And to hear your voice on the line After such a stretch of time Is to take a breath and to hold it in. Until the heat amasses And my heart ignites And memories set my mind alight. I think of you as you were As the light begins to break the dawn. And I see all of your imperfections clearly. But these I do not see as flaws. Without them, you are less. But for every moment spent with you. I regress.
Two short poems. ----- Melody ----- Into the depths of inverse consciousness I climb towards the height of infinity resounding in D Minor And become an observer meditating within the resonance. Here, a knot. That darkness which expands in all directions Where sirens wail out as the dawn rescinds. There, as close to the edge as a mind can fathom An end not corrupt from the pierce of any blade Leaving only shadows on the walls to become emulsions As the noose hangs limply. ---------------------------- Eyes of Amber ---------------------------- Stare into her eyes of amber And then fall into depths of desire Where under the light, their colour rings As you latch onto the imminent warmth from Spring And you notice not even a moment as it passes by As you stare eternally into her eyes.
Just barely, I'm existing. And the worst of it is that it is my own doing. Just barely, I'm existing... And the worst of it is that I am idle in my ruin.
Ellipsis I guess this is it The end of dawn and all horizons Frozen here, there is no sun rising. And I guess there's no reason to even ask why The winds have gone and with 'em my goodbye Cause I know no one could fix this heart stuck in my chest Or see why every moment, I've begun to detest Or how there is no structure now Only mess
After the needle pierced skin, a world splintered. The hole minuscule, not a single drop of blood escaped. Yet still my protestations came Despite my knowing the horrors of futility. And even with every measure of recourse exhausted, You still offered no explanation. Though, worse than all; the absence of echoes In the returning silence.
I guess these tears are no mystery. When they're from memories I can't help but look back on. They're all a vision blurred through periphery. But I'd never wish them gone.