©grizzlysbear
"

Contortionist

Silence is a better way,
to use and to relieve,
your waving arms like windows
synchronized in closing.
Use me as you will.

Woodlice, bitter dreaming, coming to destroy you
Woodlice, from every limping tree limb, coming to destroy you

Silence leaves a bitter whorl,
swirling it closes magenta shades
to subsidize your growing hole.

It’s deep, narrow, its comfortable.
It’s steep, narrow, and now, its home.
Relief doesn’t fucking grow
you’re in the world,
It’s deep, its narrow,
and it waits to see
how you will fold.

"

"The earth laughs in flowers."

- Ralph Waldo Emerson. 

evolvinginflame:

Finding Novyon
evolvinginflame:

Finding Novyon
arcadia-dreams:

"Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat."

arcadia-dreams:

"Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat."

 

PrettyBoy
releasing our 3 song demo late next week
A gated community for ghosts:
Seperator’s
Ghostwives
Angelmaker

 

PrettyBoy

releasing our 3 song demo late next week

A gated community for ghosts:

Seperator’s

Ghostwives

Angelmaker

"in love with this girl
no idea where to start
couldn’t begin to explain
not even friends
not even acquaintences
same songs
over and over again
in my head
dreaming dizzy dreams
messy signs in red
horrible secrets
horrible death
conflicted, uncountable reasons
so fucking crazy
to even pretend
same songs again
i try
only find comfort
when I’m completely high
at night walls
empty light,
fuck light,
coals for eyes,
scurrying rats
clicking down
imagined pipes
hanging in between
suspended by the throat,
a rope,
to far to travel for a
tired, bitter soul
traveling anyways
falling alone
into open arms
thieves and whores below
where does the black sun go
this
i already know
it falls
into
my trash can heart
at night
when the world needs it’s dark
resting
among the other
catatonic devils and
needle marked stars"

"

Crumpled into spiders and needles, in corners, in dark rooms

I’ve known things, that I wish I’d never known, met with creatures who looked like life, felt like a dream, and then failed their humanity in front of me. They are so cold, and I am weak, from running, and fighting,I can barely breathe and these cigarettes keep me burning. This desperation owns me, love hides with sobriquets and escapes with impunity, leaving me to huddle in corners like the beauty left unnamed by Hank Chinaski. I don’t know checkers and I despise the sun, so where does that leave me, with horrid shots of flame and useless beauty to fade young? Do you truly want to read what I write? Do you want to keep riding, with the son in your eyes? With an inconsistency so luminous, the blind find flaws in its design. Do you know what real sedition breeds? Disown your sympathies, there is truly no need, I will never be free. Years spent languid, in unbridled sobriety, to teach myself to create, without hallucinations, without piety. And now it’s reality, fucking finally, unfolding in shades a prism never could recreate, and know I will never let anyone take this pain away. It has ruled me since the dawn of the first day and its name is woven into my grave. He ruled, from a castle of amaranth and bones, slowly draining viscous blood into a chasm of gold, the spiders I could not kill still web on those walls by their glittered crystal monologues the truth unfolds. I am not willing or able, to take my own life But understand, when you see the shadows in my eyes That I am ready to die, before you step inside and try To change what is And forever will be mine

"

"

only from me

This is the story of a boy and a girl
who aimlessly wandered
to set fires in this fucked up world
who spent their last dollars on weed
who set flags to flame on busy public streets
who unbound cuffed hands and ran
laughing, screaming fuck the police
who flew away from their friends and family
who stole anything, busting out shop windows gleaming
who guarded each other jealously, like death was always waiting
who took aerosol cans to government monuments
who set fire to slaughterhouses
and then rested at night beneath the purple stars and gentle trees
wandering
the colorless and complacent eyes
of the masses cringed at the sight
they were wild rakes of lightning
on silent cloudless nights
and the world cringed with jealousy
her mane was always imperfectly messy
his boots always black and dusty, pacing
her eyelashes grew like industry, black as a night at sea
and his tongue tasted of cigarettes, rebellion, and anarchy
and at night sleeping
beneath the purple stars and friendly trees
always wandering
the world cringed with jealousy
even as they were hungry
even as they were asleep
they found comfort in the warmth
of their huddled frail bodies
even as they were starving
and still
the world cringed with jealousy

the night that they died
he offered himself to hell
and its eternal fires
he offered himself up to burn
to let his burning soul serve
as lamplight, guiding her spirit
past the clouds
through the night
into paradise
shining like a long awaited smile
she gave him a black kiss
from cracked, dry, and trembled lips
whispering
money never meant anything to me
he started to weep
she struggled to breathe
as her lids closed with the light of life leaving
the burning cigarette fell from his hand
he softly kissed her forehead
closed his eyes for the last time and said

baby, you are free

"

"i still read your old messages
and i still havent cut my hair
and i still go to that place
that we were supposed to go and think about the things i want to say
when its late
and i am alone
and i think about when i saw you
driving past me
in the most unexpected place
and i wonder if you saw me too
and just didnt know what to say
i kept it to myself
and i assume you would have done the same
the longer this continues
the more everything else fades
everyone thinks im crazy
taking meaning from things
that may have nothing to do with me
but if it is madness to try to fight for something
that makes you smile without understanding
that confuses your perception of everything
then im willing to bear the name
its a gift that you have
to make someone feel this way
without even a complete sentence
the shortest messages,
with such intelligence,
putting everything i could ever write to shame"