You're the kind of person that can fit in anywhere- with the goth, nerds, preps and the jocks. You're empathetic, and love to see the worl through other points of view. You're the kindof person to listen to nine inch nails and britney spears (one after the other). Make sure that you don't lose your sense of self in your desire to learn about others.
9.04.23 "they say your knees are wounded because you've been taunted and stained. though what do they know of worship? what do they know of true passion? you kiss the thoughts that hang in the air, you look where gazes have lingered, pick and bathe in every detail you see; you taste the words spoken when you breathe in, taste what nuances of despair and joy lay in them; still you walk like a shadow through world’s light, only picked up by cold and rough hands with friendly faces and, after your warmth has warmed, thrown to the side to further wander around with limbs reached out, searching and pleading for a warm hand to hold."
Your immortal lover would be...
As a lover of the goddess of the hearth, you long for stability and emotional maturity in your relationships. You like the heat of love, but not in the fiery way of passion, but the warmth of looking at a lifelong friend.
9.06.23 "pain kisses your temple and pulls you awake, heat prickling on nerves ends like birds picking at tree’s branches while songs of spring are sung in front of your looking-glass. not once in your life has your cage been a home though your rips ripped apart on its own won’t make a path; only on fire and crawling with claws extended makes you at ease while time is lost from your tongue and you drown in sour spit, your limbs stretched to the limit, the muscles sore, your head is split. not today, you think as thoughts slip away and dreams wish to guide you back to pain undone. pain waits though, with a smile and a cup in their hands, and you smile as they sit on the bed's edge. you take their poison and give yourself up for them and loss."
"like god i’ve sinned and like god i’ve forgiven myself, though who am i to forgive the unforgivable? it’s blasphemy, from the devil himself, and monsters so cruel it makes demons run into god’s arms will surround me though i myself am holy. god has given me this task, to caress the pains of sinners unasked, though sacredness is luck and sin forever the misfortune of the misfortuned. my only conclusion for this is this: god does only pick who’s seen bliss. me and whoever stays on my side, we are the ones that have tried and failed to make sin a myth. so throw your ink that stains at me and let me disappear before your eyes! you’re playing monk pretend; soon you’ll taste my love on your tongue."
"hurt people fall behind curtains before they part to reveal the secrets and plays that’s been kept close to heart. to know them is to be cursed for eternity, though the unknown splits you in half with flesh between teeth and guilt overbearing. your hand hurts from contemplating, your ink drained into nothingness, staring at your face blankly; some day the answers will show in the stains dry-blown and you can rest on the power you gain through knowledge revealed but don’t let it be known - the deepest of depths you had to survive: how much ink stains your soul now that you thrive?"
Poems above written by @irritable123 on tumblr
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