ZoMbI3 CuPcAK3's blog: "My craptastic poetry"

BOUND
by DAMAGODDESS

have you melted into me?
crawled through the mire to believe
in everything you've lost and can be?
have you broken yet, my sweet?

from this precious one kneeling before me,
eyes etched in the past beg to be freed
from a lifetime of doubt and invisibility.
how could anyone fail to see you, my love?

have you let go of your chains?
tied your mind to the ecstasy of pain,
a place you can at last feel sane?
have you surrendered yet, my slave?

from this divine soul next to me,
a heart carved in sadness and silent pleas
from enduring too much pointless indignity.
how could anyone be so unkind to my love?

have you embraced what you are?
looked inside and learned your worth
from the change loving me is bringing forth?
have you accepted yet, my pet?

from this amazing man in front of me,
a time lived in darkness and beauty unseen
from endless shadows of uncertainty.
how could anyone fail to hold you, my dear?

have you satiated your need?
intoxicated your will and let yourself bleed
from the wounds of abuse and tenacity?
have you healed yet, my beloved possession?

from this treasured lover owned by me,
a bond forged out of the shattered dreams
from the lashes of others' toxicity.
how could anyone fail to love you?

MORBID
by DAMAGODDESS

"She's not a normal child" they say.
"Too precocious, too intellectual.
Why does she talk that way?" they say.
"With no emotion, no inflection?"

The other toddlers finger paint.
She draws and colours in the lines.
She creates scenes of death and gore.
Something is wrong with this child.

"She's just a little Morbid" they say.
"From such a good Christian home.
Such a shame, such a shock" they say.
"Did Satan mark this little angel's soul?"

The other girlies giggle and point.
She reads of ancient battles and graves.
She imagines she is a queen or king.
Something is wrong with this child.

"She's just a little Morbid" they say.
"Something might be wrong with her mind.
She won't grow up to kill" they say.
"Jesus will save her from shame.".

The other children grow and talk.
She does not try to reach out.
She's a beauty but they do not touch her.
They all steer clear of Morbid.

"She's just a little Morbid" they say.

"It's just a phase that will go away.

She'll stop flirting with the devil someday.

She'll learn she cannot be this way."

The other teenagers laugh and jeer.
She smokes and glares from far away.
She is drawn to those who aren't afraid.
Something is wrong with this child.

"She's just a little Morbid" they say.
"She dreams about demons.
She surrounds her soul with fae" they say.
"A fantasy world where she is safe."

The other women swoon and flirt.
She knows she's different, she likes them to hurt.
She sits in her cell and cringes from herself.
Something is wrong with this child.

"She's just a little Morbid" they say.
"She wants to watch people suffer, it's weird.
She'll get put in her place" they say.
"She'll meet a real man and learn some sense."

The other mommies coo and nurture.
She isn't from this time somehow.
She curses her barren body some days.
Sometimes its all she lives for.

"She's just a little Morbid" they say.
"She isn't a wife or clone or mother.
She needs to find some other way.
Something is wrong with Morbid."

The other Morbids accept and don't run.
She finally has a place of solace.
She isn't of this world of the absurd.
This world that hates the Morbid.

"She's just a little Morbid" they say.
"Nothing wrong with her soul.
It takes a while to see" they say.
"That it's really ok to be Morbid."

STITCHES
by DAMAGODDESS

Shattered nothings, fumbling in the dark for the chaotic pieces of their yesterday.
Answers dance in the shiftless void, waiting to be chained to reason.
Syncophantic fissures consume them, feeding on their twisted web of fate.
Pieces of the whole, bound in a million different broken promises.

The body succumbs with ease, desire the primal scream to which attaches no cognition.
Clawing fiercely from the undertow, drowning in the rhythm of being taken.
Anything for oblivion, for a moment's reprieve from the weight of the pain, the burden of the broken.
Serenity is a distant dream, so the fallen take their solace in the turbulence.

The mind resists the body's urging, begging to be left within its hell.
Tortured genius is no pretty companion; she is a cruel Mistress with a heavy hand.
Monsters born in countless waking nightmares, mutilating the synapses with greedy fangs,
Making it weep blood and vomit agony and succor on the hopes of impossibility.

The heart strains against the manacles binding it to the hurt, decimating blindly.
Unable to capitulate to all the doubts that hold it in thrall, the throb fades to shadow.
Lost and terrified, it echoes across the resonating chasm of annihilation.
Balanced upon the precipice of doubt, entreating the myth of fancy, it anticipates the fall.

The soul remains, stoic and immutable, firm in its convictions of falsehood; it simply is.
Forged in the incandescent fires of betrayal, hammered in an appalling cadence of deep wounds,
The scorching intake it longs for subordinate to years of indifference shot into waiting veins.
Its matchless paroxysms do not suffer it to deliverance, not in this season.

It is inconsequential, the winding thread that sews this mess of a being together,
Within the greater scheme of cosmic concerns and nothingness, it is but stitches, really,
A precarious strand of one emotion, one infantesimile beat of a heart that is pure,
A silk in Lachesis' tangled skein, but it breathes life. The ability to love. And to accept.

It sustains.

ARCANA

by DAMAGODDESS

I am the Fool. I am the blind, the vulnerable, the outcast.
Seeking, losing, never knowing. Play me with all you are, I will follow.

I am the Magician. I am the mystical, the enigmatic, the hidden.
Twirling, dancing, always learning. Know me for what I am, I will not acquiesce.

I am the High Priestess. I am the esoteric, the strong, the Goddess.
Sharing, shining, never dying. Love me with your purist heart, I will reflect.

I am the Empress. I am the noble, the detached, the Queen.
Looking, waking, always persisting. Take me for all I've been, I will not relinquish .

 
I am Arcana, the natural and the divine.

 
I am the Emperor. I am the ruler, the tyrant, the wisdom.
Leading, winning, never breaking. Want me for all I've seen, I will take.

I am the Hierophant. I am the learned, the arrogant, the ascendant.
Wondering, thinking, always growing. Teach me all you have heard, I will not forget.

I am the Lovers. I am the desired, the yearned for, the needed.
Wanting, burning, never thirsting. Fuck me for all you ache, I will fulfill.

I am the Chariot. I am the overtaken, the race, the climb.
Fleeing, chasing, always attaining. Pursue me with all you have, I will not be found.


I am Arcana, the centuries and the timeless.


I am Justice. I am the fair, the kind, the valiant.
Balancing, weighing, never faltering. Destroy me with all you can, I will prevail.

I am the Hermit. I am the worn, the tired, the broken.
Retreating, fearing, always needing. Seek me for all of your days, I will not appear.

I am the Wheel of Fortune. I am the transformed, the fateless, the dull.
Changing, turning, never stopping. Weave me into the web you choose, I will survive.

I am Strength. I am the stoic, the fearless, the fortified.
Fighting, bleeding, always enduring. Battle me with all you believe in, I will not fall.


I am Arcana, the mother and the child.


I am the Hanged Man. I am the end, the taken, the guilty.
Deceiving, stealing, never believing. Accuse me with all you feel, I will deny.

I am Death. I am the eaten, the unknown, the macabre.
Consuming, despoiling, always approaching. Fear me with all of your soul, I will not relent.

I am Temperence. I am the moderated, the given, the centered.
Comforting, caring, never leaving. Cradle me in the depths of your heart, I will give.

I am the Devil. I am the trickster, the hedonist, the fallen.
Lying, torturing, always scheming. Plead with me for all you are worth, I will not listen.


I am Arcana, the decimated and the redeemed.


I am the Tower. I am the fortress, the ancient, the unyielding.
Protecting, numbing, never revealing. Push against me with all of your pith, I will remain.

I am the Star. I am the distant, the lost, the ephemeral.
Pivoting, wishing, always hoping. Seek me out with all of your light, I will not darken.

I am the Moon. I am the maiden, the mother, the crone.
Birthing, weaving, never harming. Respect me with all that you know, I will become.

I am the Sun. I am the warrior, the father, the sage.
Hunting, penetrating, always providing. Accept me with your deepest self, I will not disappoint.


I am Arcana, the destruction and the creation.


I am Judgement. I am the past, the present, the future.
Finding, feeling, never perfecting. Learn from me all you can, I will impart.

I am the World. I am the nothing, the everything, the encompassed.
Sustaining, living, always existing. Give to me all I deserve, I will not end.

I am Arcana, the natural and the divine,

              the centuries and the timeless,

                     the mother and the child,

                             the decimated and the redeemed,

                           the destruction and the creation,

                   I am Arcana.

                        the absence and the all.

RETURN
by DAMAGODDESS

She lies buried in deep places,
Beneath the stones of ages burdened upon her shoulders.
The men of the sky ravaged her body
Until she lay down, broken, and cried.

She rested upon the haunches of eons,
And was slowly forgotten amongst the spirits of the lost.
Temples and streets grew around and above her.
Soon even her sisters did not know where she dwelt.

But whispers of her survived through the centuries,
In the eyes and the bellies of prophet and pauper alike.
Her voice spoke in secrets and talismans,
Watching and waiting from the caves at the edge of the world.

And now the sky gods begin to fall.
She awakens and her whispers transform into screams,
Too much hurt for too long in too many ways!
And she will no longer lay in silent repose.

Her children call her return in their hour of need,
And slowly she arises from the forgotten realms
She will return to claim what is her own,
And illusions of progress will crumble in her wake.

Her cries will echo to the corners of the universe,
Such fools to assume you could destroy me!
That I would sleep forever and my wounds would not heal!
She will return and her righteous anger will encompass all.

The time of the stone world is passing.
The return of magick resonates through the air.
The world of the fae that hid while she slept
Begin to wake and peek through the veil.

And slowly her sisters begin to remember.
Their eyes and their bellies fill with her cries,
That once it was she who filled up their hearts,
Who spoke to their daughters and nutrtured their hearths.

She will return with an army of mysteries,
And never again will she be broken or lost .
The balance the men of war destroyed will return,
And from the ashes our Mother will rise and take wing.

EVERYTHING  
by DAMAGODDESS

Deep beauty springs forth from the silent places of her icy heart.
Within him, hurt, laid manifest for all to see, to use, to abuse.

Let me deliver you into the pleasure of pain.
Let me teach you to worship at the altar of my body.
Let me bind you to a life on your knees.
Let me show you how divine servitude can be.
Let me give you everything.

Transformation erupts from the burning places of his latent mind.
Within her, desire and shame, hidden from most, for him, laid bare.

Let me sustain you on the taste of my blood.
Let me teach you of torture and love.
Let me show you the right ways to hurt me.
Let me have love the way I need it to be.
Let me give you everything.

Intimate connection flows from the depths of their eyes.
Within each other, a bond that transcends all reason.

Let me lead you where your wild mind could not see.
Let me teach you the ecstasy of total surrender.
Let me join you in the abandon of perfect love and trust.
Let me show you how complete you can be.
Let me give you everything.