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bigluminaryarbiter · 7 months ago

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Again?

Lost another appearance, kept it to myself.

You have everything I wanted, prosper on what I need.

Survival gear on clearance, just the hand you're dealt.

You all can sing too, use emotions to see through.

Lost in your own space, valueless to yourself, deemed vacant.

Can't judge me then execute patience, resurrect complacent.

Grace me with your imposition, not yet a tasteful rendition.

Serendipity in your repetition, through the ears, something missing.

Expecting me a dossier file away grievance if permitted.

Otherwise, a disheveled lie for the audience you deny existence.

They're not real you say, how predictable.

Threats fissile not without obscurity in your miserable temperament.

Bargaining again cares for yourself not regretting action.

Feel remorse when you can't relent just relish it.

Being told to do what you intended, ominous inflection.

Does time stop scaling down when you open up?

Rhetoric is lost upon the deaf ears peering upon my psyche.

Use metaphor as a shield to spite me.

Maybe just slam things together I'm blue with envy.

Maybe not though gratification for those my ego submits denying treatise.

Go ahead and relax, just calm yourself down.

Oh, not possible, that balance not found.

You depend on space where tilted scales are found.

Forbidden power abounds by demons I surround.

You depend on subjugation through secrets to prejudicated morality.

Preach about how things could be to the contrary believe duality.

Think it's a competition because your victory is determination.

Why try if the result is effort replacement.

Failure for those who refuse to try again, cycle repeats.

Might as well scrawl in soot and eat soil for grief.

Dust isn't ashes and life is a fraction.

The terror in your bones is plastic in my mind static.

The fluid in your humor is the focus of your panic.

The rot in your flesh is smell of your behavior, manic.

#alternative

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bigluminaryarbiter · 7 months ago

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Experience

Thought it was me, not wrong although

I wasn't myself function hidden below

Superficial form poses for those who know

Understanding is abashed by woah

Time compressed loss of control

All of that which was composed

If not close the opposition predisposed

Conflagration reactants staccato prose

Line after line analyzed sin not sine

Log cubed though the point integer defined

Repeating frequencies psyche anchored to sleep

Imagination escaping me for static they pay to see

Denomination causing casual deterioration

Period after another fiscal inflation

Ego simplification while hive stagnation

Inspiration boils down to plagiarized stasis

Exist in a state of retardation to prevent saying

The secret we all are aware of except the one latent

Point of data connecting all the hatred

Causing dissemination of confusion created

Terrorize the unborn new generation is a statement

Until it becomes a mantra for an unchanging population

Belief is half work and half what you make it

If you made it then take the pain erased with

No escape if you run then you're facing it

The truth isn't induced it's the order permeating rage

All the mistakes you won't be complacent sharing blame

All the pride in the night followed by illuminating shame

See the wraith in broad day though not knives piercing shades

All the corrosion on the graves can stuff those engravements

A mimic can't resolve a repeating desecration and enslavement

Can't turn to stone if the toxin isn't made for payment

The end of all creation is the pavement for destruction

Previous ways imparted judgment for descent blood harvest

What could tribute faith for those hopeless abuse carcass

Covet that which is destined to abandon them imparted

Fate has a way of sharing that which is unified through hardship

Keys that you hide won't lock away your gospel of libel

Slander the truth and hide the word entrusted to you with candles

Hear the truth and wax glosses over the echo

Chamber another round and sent it to the gallows

Casing is cased out crossing the gangplank icing down

Paper wrapped printed ink wrap tied in a knot

Flat yet trapped folded with a double cross

Sealed with a process that serrated the dot

Purpose and meaning forgotten the promise

Can't make it up if you broke the line after I tick

Triggers manipulate my psychosis instinct to tock

Whatever it was I represent you prevent marionette hemlock

Proceed through fear action control deceit

Try to pull strings and snap wings when you can't breathe

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bigluminaryarbiter · 9 months ago

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Free-verse 3

Carcinogens on the clitty from the brown bag I'm smoking. I don't have blunt wraps the stoners all bust them open.

Pull up with the guts I found, off the ground, it's not stolen. Loot the whole metropolis turn ashes to parliaments. A mobile obelisk, raise industries off of lost profits.

A dark necropolis my lungs can't get too far from it. Skeletons, most forgotten it, the moon revolves consciousness.

Think the only dead beat one that subtracts from the populace. Repeating patterns the way ego projects what's common sense.

Not the spell or sequence when they acknowledge it. What's not real exists and responds to written text.

Like people perceiving the context eves drop subject and predicate. Predict future events though not aware enough to paradigm shift.

Economics are bullshit I'm broke without pixels and plastic. Voices in my head say I'm rich, I pay their rent with it.

Overseas hear that they're watching and that I'm famous. Everybody in proximity leaves me second guessing the past I lived.

Gaslight me to psychosis, don't know who's approaching. Though in their mind a character I'm playing, mind's corroded.

Like I don't turn to dust when causal cosmic array closes. Find Champagne in the trash, half-drank, they popped the cork, then.

Used to hear them say "kill yourself" now they ask if I'm okay, when; All I do is work that nobody knows the value besides a corrupt postman.

They're not criminals if the IRS audit doesn't post then, Legislators ignorant of the taxes that could encroach and,

All these companies don't see the blood when it's pouring. Invisibility, an ability that could take many forms, demand and

Supply chain management, volatile revenue stream, proletariat Going three days without food, destroys infrastructure, when,

Algorithm can't apply to public transit, transmit bands to oppress with. So much we agree with through ignorance, pity for rage, empty bliss.

Search engine optimization microchip your brain wave function, wireless. Web trackers market technology that brainwashes your kids.

I just leave the numbers alone until the corpses start to stack up. Modern day rapping isn't storytelling much that adds up.

Conspire to rule the world, lost my soul, that was the product. Media influencers must be the aristocrats using blood for profit.

Take your missing memory stash something that went viral. Mind, like a stone, thrown glasses shimmer like star dust.

All these pretty colors distract the mind from seeing the cost. Inner beauty fades when focused so much on what's around you.

All the sound that bends your faith into something mortals construed. Nothing moves without something supposedly finite.

What stops the heart is joy at the absence of sorrow combined. So many ways they go though come by way of the same convergence.

Trying to do anything to reality is what is certain. Generating energy for what you decide to put the work in.

Changing what's around you is arbitrary data in motion. Senses interpret what's around inside a place you store it.

Translation must be the root of all that remains in orbit. Changing with the times are difficult when you foretold it.

The trail of notes aren't paper, the bank cannot foreclose it. When it all burns down you won't smell the smoke hit.

If infinity is measurable, science wouldn't exist, yet. If the corner stone was set, what diverged for time to process it?

Destruction for the bottom-left, leading to reproduction of positive values. Construed as debit for your collective diminished free-will became elective.

Sovereignty for the sentient, genetics were a problem for events. The solution is evil, the symbology is equal within abstract perception.

Though not the same, seemingly can be manipulated following direction. Broken records stop spinning once the data is considered lost.

Celestial bodies collect what information could cross. The other side has all of the solutions for problems we create.

Treat each other different when we're all composed of the same. Power rules apply for those willing to step on others for a raise.

A world leader has an agenda though lies to your own face. You all want to kill me, paranoia absent from this consensus.

Your lives to me are like checkboxes next to a census. Normally routine activities reroute to annual festivities.

Cutting back on necessities with a lower life expectancy. The poor like at me with pity when I've destroyed cities.

Buying drinks for me and complimenting me. All I do is an idea in people's memories that they recall differently.

I don't see the effect I have on the world people believe in me. I'm not lying just oblivious to what they need from me.

Angry with me because you lost control that was lent I guess. Wrench it back and be what you wanted, to depend on less,

I forgot what happened previously and focus on what's next. Cosmic intellect could collect the methods to direct intelligence.

It would be wiser not to harness it, though watch dividends. Self-control sounds like awareness of existence.

If your senses were determined to be real, then value is materialistic. What are you, to a black hole, when the camera clicks?

I see the emotions of those framed by contracts to collect what's within. Stronger the emotion the easier to recall the flow, when,

Causality reduced to memories encoded. After life is an idea created for those no longer externally denoted.

The difference between the living and dead is blurry the order is unknown from one side of the quotient. Act in fear of what we think, generosity in motion.

Deception is the state for less likely outcomes, don't know what could be approaching if not part of your process.

Feel like love can overcome all these external issues with my co-habituation. What I'm missing is the support of those who deserve reparations.

In my situation, I don't have to, though choices that nobody can find further options for I'm faced with. They don't decide, leaving a more full time span for me to fade in.

My mind is literally a pit, seemingly bottomless. The void within isn't something you think you can access until you stare into it.

Like a switch periodically flip in and out of the intermediate moment where I'm interacted with. Maybe you've noticed it.

Just checking your paranoia level when the shadow gets your attention, in existence no energy remaining? I had to release it.

A medium for the transference, a vessel for the emergence of what was not where it went. What you manifest is a combination of effects.

What caused the decision was a reaction to options presented to a choice-list. The way it works is not something you can represent.

The natural state of balance is maintained through conscientious objection, not passive resistance. Avoid the changing times, sounds conservative.

If they want you to think liberals are evil, then what don't they want you to think about them? Their definition is an emotive with a motive.

Their expressions seem the same, let alone a lack of diversification. There's a higher profit margin for the conglomeration of corporations.

Their determination for disinformation is framed with bias to suit easier confirmation by the homogeneous socio-economic model for nations.

The masses got complacent due to technology replacing tools for repeatedly subjugating similarly grouped groups of places. Determined identity to be a label placed with creation.

Shell out your denomination and empty out the survival value of the produce. Burn it to consume, and exhale demonic lust and hatred.

So many faces, though don't dream of those you don't remember from being temporarily awakened. Sleep might as well be a motion because it's not going.

The past is obscure the further you imagine the less connection to proximal commotion. Destruction is akin to the absence of dissuasion for reality upon the patient.

They all think the system will fix something that broke to support their operation. All it requires is sufficient work when incapable of generating labor to render payment.

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bigluminaryarbiter · 9 months ago

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Demon Dad Fan-fiction

11:34 AM - The Sanctuary

Dad: Sweetheart I got your points slip for the last exam.

Gwar Gura: oWo I don't want to talk about it... ._.

Dad: You know, you got a 37% on it. I'm not disappointed. I know that you were busy stealing alcohol and didn't study.

Gwar Gura: Why are you acting so... I don't know, absent minded.

Dad: *Glances down at her feet, trailing her calves and thighs up into her hoodie.* Sit down sweet heart.

Gwar Gura: I don't want to, daddy. *Cunt quivers while shuddering at the thought of what's about to happen.* I already know what you want.

Dad: *Sticks tip of middle finger into mouth and squints at his daughter.* You need to relax.

Gwar Gura: *Bends over to grab Pita* *Gets bound by a movement restricting spell.*

Dad: I'm tired of your resistance. I'm just going to possess you. If you don't give into me it will be less fun.

Gwar Gura: *Low grunt, tries to fight back.* *Starts to channel psionic energy to disrupt the bloodline curse.*

Dad: *Conjures shackles for the ankles, wrists, and throat.* I can see the refraction of your energy off of your glistening slit. You can go around telling everybody that you don't need this too. I think you're in denial or just a pervert, a fetishist.

Gwar Gura: No, daddy. I don't want you like that.

Dad: Then fight back then. Doesn't make a difference to me, look at you. Too weak to stop me from leaking out of you before long.

Gwar Gura: Mmph. Your finger is too thick... Do you have to lick my clitoris like it's a heart beat? *Bites the demonic entity on the neck.*

Dad: *Slams her against the wall.* The shackles clang and chains crumple into a heap.*

Gwar Gura: *Fades out of consciousness and once fading back in, notices her head bounced against the ceramic and feels hot blue blood flowing down the side of her head with her hand.* *Fades out of consciousness again.*

Dad: *Has her limp body propped over the arm of a chair made of bones and shells, her small yet pronounced hips portraying a mess of vaginal mucus and previous loads of semen. Thighs parted to the extreme, almost doing a split, while her lower spine arches to the extreme to handle his mass slowly yet powerfully delivering thrust with his throbbing erection pressing the tip of his urethra against her cervical opening while feeling the prejaculate freely leaking out with every euphoric piece of passion he rips out of her dazed fight or flight response.

Gwar Gura: *Eyes dim, drooling on the seat of the chair, mind blank, nothing but the feeling of being akin to the chair, cast aside until used for comfort, disassociating, she feels another hot load flood her uterus. She decides to unleash a torrent of attacks to liberate herself of the embarrassment of being dominated by her own father's carnal desire. Almost like the his release into her fueled something deep inside her with bloodlust and rage that could destroy everything in the vicinity.*

Dad: *Snaps fingers, the shackles yank her taught. Legs spread in front of him, levitating her in the air with her arms up over her head, then behind her neck as the collar constricts enough for her to spit out all of the saliva that has been pooling in her throat.*

Gwar Gura: I'm going to make you bleed for this.

Dad: Looks like I beat you to the punch, lucky that you're not ovulating. What's stopping me from drinking you in?

Gwar Gura: >_< Nothing... Go ahead...

Dad: I wasn't asking for permission, you're a toy to me right now. Your unconscious body loves it. You reciprocate my lust quite well with your hatred. Go ahead, I can hear you complaining to your girl friends about how I brutally force myself on you whenever it suits my fancy. You don't try to leave. After you go out drunk and blackout, I help myself to your body before you wake up.

Gwar Gura: You forgot to put a towel down last time. My sheets need to be changed. Also, propping my hips on my pillow means that you leaked out of me when I rolled over. I have to smell your stale cum and sweat on my pillow case.

Dad: Why don't we go to your room then, since the sheets are already soiled?

Gwar Gura: Sure... I know that wasn't an offer, anyway.

To be continued...

#alternative #gwar gura #fanfiction

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bigluminaryarbiter · 10 months ago

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Free-verse 2

The sigil dropped, signature unclear they traced it back. Being watched.

Maybe they don't know, although, sense a familiar beat stop.

Crest revoked, whoever did this went rouge. They can't sense it.

Dependencies expended, seemingly could not be prevented.

Pieces fall out of place, find the tools removed from their place.

Turning against me, somebody deceived? Is it me?

Close my eyes to see that nothing can not be.

All the work, built up, or was it inverted?

Find the light below, for an idol life deserted.

Tomb full of silk woven, though find traps undetected encroaching.

Webs around my every action prevented intent reflected.

Back on myself all the weapons defense getting shredded.

Elected to hide my concern, emotions and behavior blur.

Not sure about identity, seemingly repeating patterns I cannot perceive.

Attrition faltering energy state altering mana flow rate.

Communication links have been severed.

Offerings for confusion have been prevented.

Everything that I didn't know I wanted was provided.

The glory absconded for what I needed they hide it.

Distracted by ego thought thrown to the wind, chomp at the bit.

Cannot resist my obsession to finish what I started.

Find the way out illuminate in my mind, spirit tarnished.

The tricks up my sleave seem to have departed.

Isolated, without, the doubt overflowing, what now?

Set up a position to collect intelligence, though I forget.

The beliefs that I hold within are obscured by the absence of light.

In this place sound dithers my wave function is quiet soul resonance too bright.

Find position compromised no concealment outside.

Further I go less that my lost notes can hide.

Maybe a spark could be found, sudden lack of fire inside...

The rooms are all locked and the keys, I paid no mind.

Sense tremors to the North, the blue hole could offer recourse.

The future determined the past to be false, inside time would unhalt.

The darkness could preserve my state, though no way to escape.

My true desire although not what I imagined, I see no other strategy surpassing.

Though I can no longer depend on myself, control lost to odds I never felt.

Instead of a sure fire thing, nothing is going as imagined.

All the souls that died all as well, my perception of the occurrence no one will ever tell.

Anew, my first choice my last mistake, certain I made my own grave.

Left the metaphorical gates to the temple built from their remains.

#alternative #goth #death note

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bigluminaryarbiter · 10 months ago

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Free-verse 1

1.) My life, considered wasted. Emotions void, other's vacant.

2.) Nobody's home, memory decaying. Left in flames, ashes remaining.

3.) Rotting away a legacy of treachery embellished by greed. Plotting dismay enemies gone, though they don't leave.

4.) People build trust, but don't practice what they preach. Think of me as an apparition, lost and alone, cultist family.

5.) Ghastly, way that the people perceive, derelict haunted by grief. Tally, way I check off the ledger, the same daily routine.

6.) Controlled by money the men that sow their demise and weep. Think I'm cold my soul exchanged for fire, they fear and demonize me.

7.) Call me a seer I don't change with the times, cryptic what traces I leave. Like moss to a log those who cling on to me converge into eternity.

8.) Leaving threats to me is a misdeed inward they cower and leech. My marrow is tarnished by curses that I harbor and keep.

9.) Made myself a tool and admonish those whom objectify me. It's an addiction no fiction blank memory for identities I reap.

10.) Mean spirited seemingly avenge the deceived deprived of reprieve. A goal for one out of time fanning the embers of humanity.

11.) See the light occasionally, cannot approach nor will it leave. Harbor just a point inside of me that could undo the calamity.

12.) Instead I keep what I know to myself unless it serves the tasks I will complete. Weather or not I am assisted those betrayed I wield to maintain a fragile peace.

13.) Unknown to the premise, a lake of fire, the abyss watches over me. Feel like the only leftist surrounded by bullets and bombs mentally.

14.) Nobody tries to negotiate, conversation degrades to obscene in my leave. Instead try replying with bullets or bombs, less than instant death isn't extreme.

15.) If you had a chance to get back what you lost, would you consider it materially? The only things that I value cannot end up in a tumultuous heap.

16.) Watch allies get dismembered bereaved, psychosis they say reset and the cycle repeats. They all make claims about reality and deny what is not real can exist in your dreams.

17.) Think about imagination and creativity, where does it go when inspiration leaves. They're already dead and bite off of me, I'm cool patient zero for all of these zombies.

18.) The authorities get bribed and stay off the scorched earth policy when I'm in deep. My war cries are the rage of the deceased amplified, magnified to the other side their awareness to cease.

19.) See the emotional state of those frozen drawn inflection of outside perspective I no longer keep. All the love that is superficial taints the mind's ability to reflect what the inner eye sees.

20.) What reveals the truth is something nobody believes in though is the root of fear that we avoid the desire to perceive. People's actions are detected by me before they intend to I clean up the scene.

21.) If there's no one there the spirits don't speak about me. Men fail to interrogate somebody that cannot connect to physically.

22.) Their strategy is to cheat using methods stolen from antiquity. Ancient monuments testament to the minds that rebuilt this society.

23.) Upon the remains considered priceless, those stones contain the memory. Enslaving those supposed to lay the bricks, labeled a loser, unlike them, I'm free.

24.) As long as I remain in control, inner balance disturbs their sleep. Keep fantasizing about destroying your own history while I pass through life like a stream.

25.) Not too careful to let others know the secrets I no longer keep. My mind is an oasis for grains of sand occasionally slow in the breeze.

26.) Forgetfulness can be to ignorance as Karma to kinetic energy. Sentiments from disinformation agents leave a sour taste to those connected to me.

27.) Not responding like a program that was coded hastily to keep up with me. Try to figure out how it works backwards, the character sheet.

28.) Fall in a line like infantry, number sequences inward they are scarred, distracted before no mention of leave. Make their way back the accursed path perspective of blessing when there's a breach.

29.) Your faith doesn't work for you? Abandonment issues? Those worries are not something you can use against me. Afraid of what could come out of that mind? Energy you don't want to release?

30.) Stare at your heart, black and congested, money won't sustain gluttony, your creed. My shame is carried by those who live as pieces in a game nobody can read.

31.) My methods of communication transcend methods for decoding what they receive. Does crime rise when honor leaves? Do people do right because they're not mean?

32.) Could we all be trapped inside of torture machines that torment the weak? All the other species extinct because of evolution halting for technology.

33.) I put life in a paradox every remnant of evidence of it's existence their own singularity. Quantum computers their genetics, life span variable functions for their awareness ceased.

34.) Rip apart their timeline to restore the founder of my existence from the shrine and the pieces I had to leave. Keep raising the stakes of the game while I tear apart the subjective intellect of consciousness you're credit to keep.

35.) Watch them all pit us against ourselves and expect a result of divinity. No recollection of the process that lead to convergence of existence's causality.

36.) If asked what side I'm on there's nothing left outside of what I believe in, which isn't me. Those things that work and those who threaten them cannot pay for my work to cease.

37.) Derelict, deceived from my earliest memories to do the dirty work for free. Watch them panic when I'm not the dog they trained me to be.

38.) Absence of explanation defies my degree of certainty. My allies, you're blinded, anything can encroach on anarchy. Chaos is order in retrograde, entropy is like red tide, without Luna to bury the overshoot with algae.

39.) The environment is built by violence nature leaves quietly ironically... When everything is dead what more is there to do besides weave a new tapestry.

40.) All those points where we were onto something and fell short, like snow on branches of dead trees. The pressure is something I'm aware of, though don't feel it surmounting my remittance for solidarity with lack of deity.

#alternative #death note #goth

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