Loverofnightmare - Works Of Words

Concept: it's 1am and you are reading your favorite novel. The world around you is asleep, sounds of the day have quieted and you are alone with your books and coffee or tea.

Reaching

Why do stars reach blindly for the dark

Giving their light in a vast multitude of sparks.

The unknown path

Full of yearning and wrath

Like adventurers of old

Do those stars find gold

The treasure of eons of space

Weaving time and light into lace

If one star’s history reflects my own

Will I then follow the path unknown.

I read. Obsessively. Because, when I read, there is purpose to my loneliness.

“Do you think it’s possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?”

— Tyler Knott Gregson

…… was his first and original sword, after Arthur broke Caliburn, he then gave it to Merlín who brought it to the lady of the lake. She then gave Excalibur to Arthur, who went on to many adventures and quests to be a good king of Camelot.

Three words..

My holister hoodie, your horizontal ID

The possessive way you looked at me

My window screeching far to loud

That night you chose me from the crowd

Those teeth and that smile, if only I knew

The nightmare that you’d put me through

A bruise, a grip, a bite, a dress

A knife, a rose, a fucking mess

Sudden pain and flashing lights

Monitors beeping, a fight for life

But there you were, beside the bed

Those three words.. that’s all you said

To save my life, I ran away

With three new words, be not afraid.

Tell me a story

Tell me a story, a story unheard

Where in whisper so silent

Only few can be lured

If we knew what they all meant

Our lust might be cured

For curiosity is the cats game

And satisfaction will purr

The greed for knowledge, a name,

Can be caught only by a word.

White Rabbit

When smothered in smoke,

We whisper white rabbit.

To settle our panic.

White rabbit, white rabbit.

Will you be afraid?

When nightmares inhabit? 

When you recall joy,

But can't reach and grab it?

And everyone has it.

You can't understand it.

White rabbit, white rabbit.

Patience burns too,

It wears out like fabric. 

Your senses subside,

they make way for static.

The flames will wreak havoc.

White rabbit, white rabbit.

And those you love most,

Will say you'll withstand it.

What good are their words?

When breathing grows rapid.

You’re lost and alone.

Ignored by the planet.

White rabbit, white rabbit.

It's bite might be rabid.

- Hayley Siemens

— Andrei Tarkovsky, Sculpting in Time

[text ID: Perhaps the meaning of all human activity lies in the artistic consciousness, in the pointless and selfless creative act?]