cascoril

[cascoril]

Is Baba stuck in the desert ?

BABA IS STUCK

LOCATION IS DESERT AND RANCH

[cascoril]

I was rambling on the issue of museums and human remains and how certain populations are more likely to have their bodies put on display to be gawked at and then went "well I guess the Pompeii casts were of Europeans. there are bones in there right?" and Googled it to make sure, at which point I confirmed that yes there are bones in there, but more interestingly DNA testing revealed that a cast of an adult holding a child everyone assumed was a mother and child were, in fact, a man and a kid entirely unrelated to him. Honestly that's more moving to me. Maybe they were connected in a way other than blood, but maybe a stranger saw a child when the world was ending and thought the one thing he could do was hold them.

[cascoril]

[cascoril]

Railing

I walk pass this railing maybe ten times a day And yet it freaks me out.

It’s just a tad bit too short And a tad bit too tall Just standing there

It’s waiting for me to slip Waiting for me to fall And it will be there when I do

Not to stop me, no Just to witness my fall Just to see me disappear In the empty space therein

I walk pass this railing Maybe ten times a day It’s too tall, too short, too narrow  And too in my way

[cascoril]

10 years from now

I’m a mangled corpse  Hanging through a windshield with my head split open Missing half my face Enough to be unbearable to look at Not enough to be unrecognizable That’s me right there Hands hanging limp, legs crushed, ribs shattered That’s me That was my final drive It’s finally over isn’t it

That’s me I had hoped the car would catch fire Burn away any sign of me So no one has to see this sight

That’s me That’s me when the luck runs out That's me when nothing goes right

That’s me 10 years from now

[cascoril]

I need

The stars

And the sky

At night

When once I looked towards the expanse as hope

I now see it tinged in faux regret

Of a path I'd fail yet untaken

Blocked away forever

I can feel their pull

The pull of the stars

Pulling me up towards them

And although they're hidden

By brigading lights

I can feel their tug

Within me

How can a need for something surpass the possiblity of it happening at all

How can I regret a choice I don't regret, not taking an option that was not arrayed to me

All I can think of is stars

[cascoril]

The tyrant's greatest fear is the public growing a conscience

[cascoril]

Do you ever realise that, like, this is it?

Do you ever look around and feel incomplete?

Do you ever wish for adventure not coming?

Do you ever wonder what it could be like,

Another way?

[cascoril]

A Refutation, A Reading, A Child who did not know

was reading some of my old poetry, and wow i was not healthy huh. also the line about 'we share much' sticks out especially because well, we do not. 2019 me did not expect the transition lol

yrs ~Cassy Cascoril

[cascoril]

Well, I’ve seen too much

Been through too much

To have faith in you

 Complete trust?

I don’t think so 

You can call me jaded

And that’s probably correct

You can call me calloused

And I would not correct

So I hide in the mountains

And write my little poems

And do my little drawings

And pretend you don’t exist 

[cascoril]

Well, I’ve seen too much

Been through too much

To have faith in you

 Complete trust?

I don’t think so 

You can call me jaded

And that’s probably correct

You can call me calloused

And I would not correct

So I hide in the mountains

And write my little poems

And do my little drawings

And pretend you don’t exist 

[cascoril]

A small excerpt from my long term project, the one I'm named after! Figured I might as well - I hope yous like it!

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The song of Cascoril

Under the wild winter wind,

And the sky paling blue,

Young cascoril is right there,

Picking lies from true,

For you see this child had been told,

A future less than bright

And whilst they stood there on the ground

Their mind was wrought with fright

For our poor hero had been curse'd

And did not know by what

For she had tangled with a witch

And left alone to rot

The village healer had guessed some,

And mystics had guessed more

And though there was much lie in this,

There was truth in it's core

You see this childs curse was that of

A life left to repeat

reset of both mind and heart,

Both punishment and treat.

For many years this person lived,

Growing as any would

Forgetting of the curse she held,

Living, best she could

~~~~~~~~

My plan is to try write a long sort of faux-epic, though I doubt I have that much poem in me lol

Still, it's going alright!

[cascoril]

Caitlin Colon, "The Surrender Theory"

[cascoril]

Last day to live

You've got one day

To live a life

To keep yourself sated

For the coming storm

Be it days or weeks or months

A time to live dead

Take one last time to be

Going out or staying in

Take that last chance to exist

Until your torch can be relit

[cascoril]

Vomit over lipstick

It's been a whole twenty-four hours

Since the last time you slept

And youre trying to deal with it

Through whatever ways you've kept

And it's not working yet,

Perhaps it won't at all,

When you dressed up to stand up high

It's just further to fall

You're hiding how shit you feel

Through pink-gold painted eyes

And though it makes you feel better

It still cannot disguise,

That unless you can get better,

Unless this nausea you can quell,

There'll be vomit over lipstick

With your good day shot to hell.

But hey maybe it was worth it

Maybe when to the mirror you do rise

You'll see a sight of her staring

Through those deep sleep-lacking eyes

[cascoril]

So a guy named Dan,

Wanted to record

A few videos with friends

So this happens

And it leads to

Lore that never ends

The board is here,

It's a person

And it kills people quite a bit

It also has

Far too much

Information on it

I'm not even sure if

Half the world's on it

Where made before

Or by it itself

Does this make the board god

I thinj the board might be god

Why is the board god

Why can god fit on a shelf

I think the board may also be responsible for milk theory

Don't ask what that is

You don't want to know

Wait is magical John

Even on the board

Why doesn't Tumblr have timestamps

I'm really tired and this has broken my mind

Also I'm not sure if this counts as a poem anymore

So

I may delete it

Or I may eat it

Praise the board

I feel like rtumblr has simultaneously murdered me and raised me from the dead as a zombie poet who's jaw fell off mid rhyme

This explains my absesnse right