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A vision
Last night I couldn’t fall asleep…well I’ve been an insomniac for a while. I spend my days dreaming of losing consciousness…no more feelings nor thoughts nor voids eating me alive…just nothing…stillness…silence…. peace. At night, I chug my melatonin and some Xanax drops and try to close my eyes but my mind spins, fast, faster. My lids are closed but I see the white ceiling and the lilac walls and my ghastly white closet. It often happens. But last night I was almost falling asleep….was I in that liminal magic space before sleep offers you grace? And I had a vision. I saw myself from above, lying supine, my red hair all scattered on the silk pillow….nothing too weird. At least until I saw my torso, hundreds of thick black threads wrapping my body… like a what? Like a chrysalis? Or like a sleeping bat? They were terrifying but safe. I looked so serene, finally, at peace. Well, you thought the vision ended here? Nah, at once, that black hank opened as if moved by a mysterious tide and something white appeared…a book? Yes, it was a book. Could I decipher its title? Was it Jane Eyre or Wuthering Heights? Something written by one of the Brontë anyways…What does it mean? Am just a black bundle of suffocating strings whose only solace is literature? Or what else? Or is it just a metaphor for my vampiric nature? Lying like a bat…still and uncanny like a monstrous creature caught in the moment of its peak humanity….sleep. We all look so serene asleep. Criminals, regular people, the ones you love, wolves, cats, snakes. Everyone looks so innocent in Morpheus’s arms. Then what does it mean if you are denied sleep?
#prose#thoughts#gothic literature#poetry#philosophy#original writing#spilled writing#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#gothic
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H Bomb
In my family the H bomb
Is not nuclear, it was my mom
Who first told me about the spike
That my dear angel daddy did like
H was so widespread, so common
Among the youngsters uncaring for the morrow
When she told me I understood
Why my daddy never truly could
Love me fondly, fully, fatherly
He was smitten with H, possibly
Was he high in the tub when I drew alone
Lost in my fantasy world, both gone
In what made us feel more alive,
He the spike, I the unreal sight
Of realms created by my cross-eye
He lost in ecstasy of warm poppy
That’s the reason why he was sloppy
I do not blame him, I just understand
Life gets too tough, hard to stand
I know his blood tortured him much
A castaway, from the Swiss Alp to such
a miserable village in the countryside
His eyes used to the wonderful and wide
Sight of Neuchâtel, his woods and Frenchie
Friends, a blessed childhood doomed to end
Madness does not rise in me, even if you fled
Your absence carved an abyss in my chest
I will never recover from this lonely wound
Daddy, no other boy ever could
Shatter my heart like your ghost
Yet in this pain I try not to get lost
~ ℭ𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔏𝔲𝔫𝔞 𝔙𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔞
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𝔏'𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔪𝔞 𝔏𝔲𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔢
Odore di cimitero, il mio cuore nero
Essenza di mille fiori appassiti
Rose, ciclamini, fiordalisi
su una tomba, i miei sogni riuniti
sull’atra pietra i loro nomi incisi
non piango più, gli occhi algidi
placidi, verdi. Diti pallidi
e spettrali mi sfiorano le guance
sono davvero tutte lusinghe marce?
Può credere alle menzogne del sole
Chi ha la Luna e Saturno nel cuore?
Impiantati come paletti di frassino
Nel petto del mesto vampiro
Non trovo pace se non sul cuscino
Nel sogno e nell’eterno sospiro
Come illudersi di essere per la luce?
Quando è la tenebra che mi seduce
Che ricuce l’alma, onesta e truce
Quando è la voce di Lucifero
Che vo cercando. Egli il vero
Non teme: noi cadiamo
Nati nell’errore, eppur brilliamo
Eppur luce in questo buio rechiamo
Nel male, nell’affanno, non si esaurisce
L’uomo nel danno, ciò in vero capisce
Chi nella Luna la sua Fede ripone
Che nell’atra notte, ella gonfia rischiara
Talvolta ella scompare, non più astro di zircone
Ma vuoto celeste, invisibile e avara
Rinasce, nell’ombra e nella quieta bara
Forse chi è come noi deve seguire
Della divina Luna il divenire
Incarnare la marea altalenante
Talora magica ed incalzante
Altri dì, spenta e pensante
Per i figli del sole è pesante
Ma la melanconia per noi è aria
È vino, è pane, forse sanguinaria?
Sì, ma così sono combinata
Per questa terra certo errata
Così fui creata, violette e stille
Fragranze arabe e vaniglie
Libri di poesie e bianchi narcisi
Sullo scaffale del mio cuore, recisi
Il mondo non è per me, nella Torre
Fuggo, tra il lillà che sul muro corre
~ ℭ𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔏𝔲𝔫𝔞 𝔙𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔞
#poesia#gothic#letteratura#poesia italiana#original poem#goth#dark aesthetic#melanconia#tristezza#luna#filosofia
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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔦𝔩𝔞𝔠 ℭ𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢
Welcome to my castle, lilac and lofty
I’m the Countess Victoria, the frosty
Bites of winter will not reach you here
Please, take a glass and let’s cheer
To dreams and music and life
What a marvelous night
We are about to delight in
The garnet wine already flows
In your sweet veins, now bow!
And take my hand, let’s dance
To the strings and harpsicord
Shake your starry hair, my Lord
And pull me closer to feel the throb
Of this delicate vampire heart
Scented of vanilla and violet
Powdery and gourmand
What do you ooze, my dear?
Woody ebony and melancholy?
Honey and artistic folly?
Don’t look at the clock upon the fire
Reason is an illusion for desire
Don’t think, don’t fret
All is fine among this dreamy quartet
You can take your horse and go back home
You are free to leave and to roam
For I will not keep you caged in here
Yet I would be crestfallen if you disappeared
~ ℭ𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔏𝔲𝔫𝔞 𝔙𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔞
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every step is another death
i've been walking through this forest since the day that i was born i have fallen in love with pine trees and this constant sickly fog
i will have walked until my feet bled i will sleep until the blood dries and i'll get up and do it all again because it's all i have to do
i have walked a million miles and i have gone absolutely nowhere someday it'll make sense to me for now, it's the only place i'll be
i have been forced to find meaning in the moss that covers the trees i have been forced to live another day although i know nothing will change
this ache on my soles is all i am and i'd grow bored if i wasn't in pain so i continue my steps through here without a doubt, it's all in vain
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For V.
I must look pathetic to you
still thinking of navy blue
your favourite you said once
I must scare you with my heart
throbbing, bloody and harsh
I handed it to you quickly
while my green eyes looked at you sickly
I don't know which demons keep you awake
but I would burn them at the stake
I feel you must have drunk venom
too much for such a sweet fragile thing
none took care of you like you needed
Let me try, take this brave leap
I want to learn you whole
your light, your darkness and more
I must look pathetic to you
a terribly romantic fool
But I want to be close, to be your friend
I'm not ready for a silent end.
~ ℭ𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔏𝔲𝔫𝔞 𝔙𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔞
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Too many hot cool people who love ritual and extravagant aesthetic beauty have been lost to Catholicism. You just need to get into theatre.
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𝖂𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖌𝖔
All that's been loved has been lost
I crawl desperate in the frost
I weep no more, tears crystallized
like the endless snowfall on these eyes
Tired, empty and the Hunger
My spirit lingers asunder
Silence in the White land
I'm not yet dead, but no longer woman
Cardiac ice, I am hollow
it's my Instinct I will follow
For I alchemized into my true self
Wendigo! Demon, bloody elf
My fangs command sacrifice
Human flesh and throbbing hearts
I will wander till the sunrise
For this gelid chest starves
I will cover my fair mouth with blood
Oh it takes too much courage to be soft
I have the strength no more
I am a Wendigo at my core
~ ℭ𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔏𝔲𝔫𝔞 𝔙𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔞
#poetry#english poetry#goth#gothic literature#wendigo#female rage#literature#gothic#original poem#spilled ink
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𝔗𝔬 𝔏𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔥
Greed is my commandment
Burning and twisting my tongue
Tasting of incandescent iron
My chest swells in hunger
I will devour this life
I will devour and not apologize
Oh, I will be cruel and true
In my blazing desire
Martyrdom is long gone
Spread your dark wings
And take, take and be
Be beautiful, be sublime
And devour, be restless
Blood and milk in my cup
My fangs will shine in your fear
I will be greedy, Lady Lilith
I will make this sin mine
I will glorify thy shrine
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is this all that love is?
i don't know what love is i've only seen pale veils paper thin see through curtains that hang in front of the window
beyond that window is a wasteland filled with things i understand well i watch as people tear each other apart and attach mismatched pieces to themselves
i've seen a thousand mirages and have been told that is what love is but what i was described was never experienced they tore out my eyes and said "this is what love is"
they tore through my stomach with rough hands i felt as they picked through my organs cried as they ripped out my ribs and whispered in my ear "this is what love is"
they wrapped my wrists and ankles in ropes and strung me up against the wall they laughed as i spilled out onto the floor and all at once they yelled, "this is what love is"
my tears paint my dry cheeks as i sob for a final time my face contorted with a pain i never knew possible a girl walks up to my hanging corpse and touches my cheek she kisses me gently and whispers, "this is what love is"
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"My Psychosis"
By: J. M. M. Powell
It's stepping away from the party.
Stopping yourself from speaking.
Minimizing your feelings.
Playing the scene over and over,
as your heart breaks on repeat
to the sounds of the inbetween
of possibilities.
Because maybe it's all in your head,
but maybe its in front of your face.
And everyone hates you for it.
Because why are you so sensitive
to the things they may or may not be doing?
No one is trustworthy.
Because your trust-radar is broken.
And life is terror—perpetual terror,
and that means no one will even try to understand.
Because how can you live
when you can't enjoy the moment?
How can you live when nothing is certain,
and everything
is a maybe you saw what you saw?
I hate myself for seeing double,
for feeling so deeply,
for not being able to stop caring.
I hate that this is mine,
all mine.
And I have no one to share it with.
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𝔖𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔞
I'm intoxicated
And venomous
Intensity is poison
And mine! Palm open
Pure intoxicating ecstasy
It shakes you, joints bent
Blasting your heart
To explode against the glass
And slivers fall like stars
Like a cathedral's rose window
Too beautiful to be kept unbroken
Too otherworldly, too scary
Haunting your iris
In lilac fever dreams
- 𝔏𝔲𝔫𝔞
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One day, I am gonna grow wings, A chemical reaction.
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*feels both “I am so bored & understimulated I want to do EVERYTHING!” and “I am so exhausted & overwhelmed I can’t do ANYTHING” at the same time*
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You birthed a monster
June 17th, '25
He was a
Heaven eyed Cupid
Two narcissistic blue ponds
his golden locks coiled upon
a cold gaze and a sly grin
an angel smitten with red poppy
She was a
Self-portrayed demon
Two black holes and an onyx mane
A heart of darkness
Full of violent love
Deformed by sickness and grief
You birthed a monster:
A fair skinned ghoul
With watery eyes
And delicate veins
I will bleed if you touch me
the strings of my heart will play
blazing melodies, Lunar elegies
an ever-lasting vampiric yearning
Ashamed, a lone ravenous wretch
Drowning in fervour, dying
in this icy earthy abyss
-Camilla
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Poem for a ghost
Summer '22
Putrescent dark blood
flowing down like a flood
ink leaks from my veins
are those omens of decay?
My stained wings are spreading
My numb limbs are waking
It's time to purify my poisoned body
What would I do for you?
Drinking venom to relieve your spirit
Cheers! The cup is empty
And my heart is drowning
Have no fear for I will
keep on gasping
Celebrate your new moon
a night without light
If I could carry your burden
and be your caring sprite
I soak in turmoil and sorrow
Have no fear, I'll stay until the morrow
What I ask for is a glimpse
of your love, only to quench my thirst
(you're an angel, I believe)
-Camilla
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