lonelyspacetaco

[lonelyspacetaco]

The pale shelter of moonbeams shatters on your worn out skin,

As I sit in waiting with the demons that would carve you out,

Hurry, lamb less wolf, into the hollow streets that give you refuge

Think not of those who shriek of sin,

I have yield myself to the vicarage and they have worn me thin,

When at last the dawn breaks, slink back home and curl near the stake,

From whence I will guide you when you wake and protect you from what evil breaths your way.

[lonelyspacetaco]

Seek an end to new beginnings,

Find solice in old ways of living

Seek a truth that's far from brimming

Drown in oaths and hold faith in sinking,

Old ways have ends, to old paths that follow,

Breath truth today and seek tomorrow

Or stay steady in the cold and shudder with anger

Live in the mould and do not shatter,

Find peace in utter lack of power but do not blame me when your being scatters.

[lonelyspacetaco]

I am spitfire and cognizance,

Forced to believe I'm heaven-sent

When through all the smoke my skin is split,

Underneath lies a carcass, dimly lit

Putrid and foul, groaning with rage,

Longing to feast, fester, be a wonderful sage.

Evil within I yearn to tug out, bloodying clean souls when I sniff them out,

"Be frightened not", with foul smelling breath, "I have not shown you what you could be yet".

[lonelyspacetaco]

To My Bestfriend's Lover (Adeú)

Eyes of hazel and brimstone

Heart of generosity and coal

Your body is marred yet beautiful

Open yourself and I'll show you a soul.

Hair with knowledge of terrible things,

Cut and see the new memory it brings

Bones ache from pain and false blame,

Brain terrified and feeding lies,

Cold on the floor and you are breaking down,

Block me out and win the fools crown.

But in the end you wear me through,

I take my bow,

At mercy to you,

And with your beckon?

I'll call it Adeú

-

[lonelyspacetaco]

And like a spooked rabbit, the words ‘I love you’ leap from my mouth and burrow their way deep into your blackened phone screen

[lonelyspacetaco]

Pattering

Sometimes, when you speak, my whole world stops.

My lungs fail, silence falls;

Every sound that exists is your voice.

Your voice is nice.

That's not supposed to happen.

Sometimes when you move, my universe rocks,

My eyes focus, my mind fogs;

Every moment screams, look.

I look.

That's not supposed to happen.

Sometimes, when you cry, I feel pain.

I am red with rage, blood calls;

I am moved to action.

I await your response.

That is NOT supposed to happen.

- unknown

[lonelyspacetaco]

Baited, broken,

Wishing I was whole,

You tell me I'm lying the only time I'm whole,

I wish I was different,

I wish you'd understand;

Instead I'm on the the floor breaking my hand

[lonelyspacetaco]

Hope is a fool I dance with on my good days and scorn when in malcontent

[lonelyspacetaco]

And here I am,

Choking on ice and shivering in vain,

Wishing I had done something different like call your name,

You run further by the day,

From everything I am, all my decay.

All I can do is watch and wish you'd stay.

[lonelyspacetaco]

I am a fool and you are the king,

You are the master and I'm your new thing,

Born from your wishes, tied to the string,

Nothing but resentment, between slave and her king.

[lonelyspacetaco]

I am sinew and collagen,

Holding up pieces you forgot needed glue,

Moulding a connection that would melt if you knew,

I am the pancreas and the Achilles heel,

You Take me for granted,

Yet, when I break you know I'm real

I am nothing, not that I care

But I still mean something when you are not there.

-_-

[lonelyspacetaco]

Just kidding I am an atheist

The devil lies in the greed of the hopeful and the despondence of the cynic.

[lonelyspacetaco]

The devil lies in the greed of the hopeful and the despondence of the cynic.

[lonelyspacetaco]

c!wilbur is the type of person to look at a block of tnt and go “is anyone going to fuck that ??” and not wait for an answer

c!wilbur is the type of person to look at a salmon and go 'is anyone gonna fuck that ??' and not wait for an answer

[lonelyspacetaco]

Couch

It sits there, worn and incapable of purpose,

A dirty brown couch, made to seat three or five.

It mocks me.

Somewhere in the recesses of my mind lies a memory,

One of the very same sort of couch,

of me.

stained and broken, sitting in a shell-shocked loungeroom,

Dirty but whole.

I can’t help but wonder if it is indeed the very same couch, reaching for me,

Sending me the message I am missing, something about family and loyalty.

Logic tells me it’s not, that my hope is founded upon manic dreams and pixie dust, but still I find myself yearning,

I sit wistful and comforted by the hulking dark mass,

Finding treasure once again in simple trash.

[lonelyspacetaco]

This needs to change

This is a perfect example of why people don’t report

Even if they do, they are told they’re overreacting, or some other dismissive line.

Credit to asapzoya on Twitter

[lonelyspacetaco]

Topsy Turvey

A terrible sickness cloaks itself around me the moment you ask for my company,

Before you spoke I wished to be by your side a thousand years,

But the moment your lips parted, all Will was sucked from my soul.

I was left a hollow, haunted shell;

Entirely numb and entirely afraid of committing.

You became the echo of longing and the face of regret.

A single embrace and a wilted flower.

Free of the hunger and free of the power.

Ah, the wilted embrace and single flower.