grimfox

[grimfox]

crossing over

ennui, or ephemera

scent of teeth upon the femoral

sunk in deep

the sleep beneath the dreams

the demons shrieking sleepless

hunting viscera

subtle rumbles in the stumbled steps

the actors soon forget this is a line

we are entwined in fraying edges

patterns tried until regret

defending dying wishes, kept

to lie in vicious hex, a sign

the silent winds and all it blessed

to come alive in hidden breath

to come and dine and be rejected at the steps

the humble lie, and what is left

in wilderness

in final rest

[grimfox]

seer

i suffer in a silence suffocating,

somniferous, inside-erasing,

subtle,

sleight.

it's rupture rearranges sight.

-

the rut is raked insatiably.

sighs are riotous-

the sign is ruinous-

the revel, soon to rust-

the suffering is silent.

[grimfox]

galaxy

set in ebon sway

a vast, and glassy blackness

spattered mad with lasting remnants

spiral arms decaying subtle-sharp

stars ablaze in ever-darkness

bright in semblant streaks

the center rips apart the sight

repeating sleepless, even as it started

please believe, the heart subsumes

this wonder tumbled through the planes

in silent art of ages shrieking

to be wild and never tamed

thou art renewed

in every ending, pain consumed to

reignite in fury

bite with heaven's purity into the violent rite

in martyred bloom

-thanks for the prompt @picklemafia and @noxnightingales 'galaxy'

[grimfox]

black hole

violent insecurity.

hair-trigger pin to start,

and it's off to the races.

a contest, purposeless,

yet perfectly ingested

drop by drop.

the faultlines reach the top,

and split to gaping pit

where i can fall forever.

hope it's dark enough

that i can't see my face.

i want erasure.

tried to stop.

i felt the brakes give way

as i embraced my failure

to appeal to people

bent on eating others.

such a waste.

the blunted blade

i know will kill me slow

if i can't turn away.

but i'm a hole.

i am a null.

there's no escape.

[grimfox]

kaleidoscope

you fill me with light

like kaleidoscope shifting

in tender dimensions,

the fire-glow rippling within.

your smile a bright twist of the lip

with iris dilated.

i've waited for this to begin.

a love like a pyre

burns away, higher,

consuming the doom

with depression at end.

you fuse to me beautifully.

hues at sea, moving me.

soothed in your blooming cheeks,

choosing to mend.

[grimfox]

insomnia

breaking patiently,

this vacantness arrests me.

settled into death, estranged from

semblances of peace.

i am a pattern, a belief.

i waste my only golden moments

holding only hopelessness

in stolen focus like a thief.

i cannot be:

-a distant hideaway

-a private vain relief

-an insant fix

-a trope in torpor

i can't force your timeless need,

i am just me.

a sort of sickness woven in.

how does the witness then pretend

the truth was bent when it was spoken?

creeping sleepless,

ceasing motion.

[grimfox]

wight

recognition's infinite insight

intending tension.

pending pensive wars inside

the core has died, and with it, light.

a hornet-like rip into grist.

the pattern shifts, resisting listlessness.

intense in orbit's grip,

i simply slip into the night.

the sky incensed to witness it.

i cannot quit.

i cannot writhe, i cannot flip a switch.

i want to find the signs

i must've missed.

my heart is ripped.

i am a wight.

i do not see a season bleeding to be free of what's it like.

but i desist.

then silence hits.

[grimfox]

prayer of the hart

alone, aglow, amidst the mist,

the hart remains, at heart, a saint.

so safe, within this gloaming gift

of elder gods, so long unnamed.

the hart remains, at heart, a saint.

the dawning, softest whispers tell

of elder gods, so long unnamed

in ancient blood. the spirit swells.

the dawning, softest whispers tell

of madness. left to spiral out

in ancient blood. the spirit swells

to flee, upon the forest's shout

of madness, left to spiral out.

o, hide me, from the twining roots.

to flee upon the forest's shout,

to find the light of wilder proof...

o hide me, from the twining roots,

so safe, within this gloaming gift,

to find the light of wilder proof

alone, aglow, amidst the mist.

[grimfox]

acceptance

i am just a creature bleeding thoughtless.

all the loss i've wrought is seething.

only meaning left is slaughtering

belief that i am healing.

steady falling, reeling,

solving only nothing.

stolen wanting with a ceiling

set confronting stunted feelings.

i am null.

the world is wonderous.

i miss this pretty truth

while all my ruthless self-delusion

fuses to the beautiful

and bruises it.

i am a pile of shit.

i hurt the ones i love

and i can't quit.

what's left to plunge

into abyss?

i fuckin' quit.

[grimfox]

heat lightning

blood stream hushed,

this rush and bloom within.

quiet descends in mellow crush.

such subtle blush and rend.

enough just to begin,

in sudden luster.

full, and innocent in love.

the trust wends over

clover petals, hints of cinnamon.

my flustered breathing's mustered.

this is it.

a wonderlust, a tinge

of fluttering amongst us.

in the dim,

we become luminous

in love.

it's thunderous.

[grimfox]

reigns

tenebrous at best

white-knuckled grip

bared fang at rest

remittant hex on wrist

instinct regretful

filtered red and

swift-intended bled

we are the martyred pleb

the raw and picked apart for harvest

farther falling harder, heartless

startled at the depth of

dismal wreck, ensuing uselessly

we weave a wordless horror

swallow sordid orders, truthless

soothed in fruitless foment fed by

folding over

no one laughs no more, they're

sorta suicidal

fingers gripping at the bridle

but, the bit has fell aside,

oh no

oh well

[grimfox]

self

what holds the controls to this machinery?

am i alone in feeling these old bones

are more than fear and ease's home?

the double helix knows,

spitting bits in patterned recognition of

a distant ancient ancestor's condition,

stitched into the soul.

the blood, the bone, the vision.

inner deep dimensions never shown,

or carved apart in ardent hearts

to starve the glow.

what part, what whole's omitted?

all the pins and pistons, cartilage,

the heart, the spine, the digits?

picked apart, or twining deep within it?

witness-never-witnessed,

would you wish to see the seeker's dreams?

are private miseries and passions

bursting past the circuitry?

the life and all it brings.

conscious flesh, and half-seen, fleeting dreams.

data and a stream eternal,

burning brightest...

...never what it seems.

[grimfox]

hello 🌻

hello my love

[grimfox]

hope

stark and pure;

that hush upon the world,

within, ephemeral.

tense in unintentional display,

the rays of sun

confronting grass in emerald.

dawn hunting the day;

the ochre-spray upon the cloudtops

proud at all the lost, wan star-sparks

faded in the fray.

gentle calming breeze, astray.

the ruffled leaves in silent green dismissal

of the whispered whimsy soon to play

upon canopy hymnals.

silver moon, away to yonder shore,

where more ought see your changing face in glory.

night has worn deep.

flee, and don't delay.

a quiet moment holding fates

so woven close into the heat

which seeks to seep beneath the traces

of the change.

the dawn won't wait.

welcome today.