Theburdenedhearse - ⭒⋆☽ Crowdi ☾⋆⭒

someone tell me why comedically stepping around like this actually feels like im being quieter

mother's pretty golden sky

father's sun that turns off each light

in heaven shall the children pry

and seek to find the dimming night.

blackened seashells cross the coast

whitened waves blending sand

unto god, our heavenly host

shall smite each devil in the land.

but carry not, as clouds sow graves

death is not to quarrel with answered prayers

the eternal trail we ourselves have paved

clashes with our forgotten stares.

~Lovely~

(a poem)

the glory of the morning, to lay flowers across her arms my fingers absentmindedly drumming a soft melody on her shoulder the timing correlates with the swooning beat of my mortal heart, the one which i gifted to her long ago she has mine, and in turn i am lucky enough to have hers she is mine, she is lovely, how i love her i rise to stand and observe my work azaleas trace the side of her frame reaching once again to the wicker basket, i carefully surround her face with cosmos weaving gardenias and jasmine through the tourmaline umber of her hair resisting the urge to comb my hand through, lest i disturb her rest a bolt of raw affection surges through me; lowering myself onto my knees, i press a kiss to her hand she is lovely, how i love her a yellow daffodil is soon tucked behind her left ear, with a pink one mirroring behind her right the enamored sigh that escapes me is one the world has heard thousands of times, but this wont be the last instance in which it occurs interlocking her hand in mine, i place seven violets above her heart her eyes flutter open, content but curious, and i bring my lips to hers how i love her oh, how i love her so

How carefully Your neck had bled

Pierced so bluntly by a dagger

Stepping back, but how You staggered-

Left me mourning for the dead.

The evening that had left me speechless,

For the only words were tears that shed

And us standing under raindrops

Gave the regret for You I had plead.

And in the rain Your hair had curled-

How I saw Your witful eyes.

And how they stared up at me

Like two subconscious pearls; in disguise.

O ! Your Beauty, how it took me

With unearlthy bound divine

For it came, absorbed my mind-

Desire of the most unholy.

Upon the earth Your chest lay bare,

But laced with clover.

Your seraphic veiled body

I only wished I could uncover.

But how much could You resist me ?

Far too much for one to bear.

Yet only with You could I speak of laurels;

Laurels, dancing in the air.

“Come tomorrow,” You had told me.

“For then we shall drink bread and wine.

Tomorrow we let the the living live

Today we let the dead die.”

And how I waited, with bread and wine

Awaiting Your curly hair, Your witfull eyes

Those pearls that tore away what was wise-

Too much I wished You heard my cries.

Alone in the rain, my eyes a sea

But still; I did as You please-

I let the living take the dead

And let the dead take me.

 In spite of her money

and her evening fur coat

 I did not envy her riches

nor her Brazilian wooded boat.

 I did not envy her dress

at the scarlet evening mass

 nor did I dazzle- upon her watch

and watch the hands tickle pass.

 I did not wish to be greeted

before everyone else, by the host

 nor given fine wine by paid actors

addressing me with titles, worthy of a boast!

 The glowing eyes of those waiters

who wished the be the money they served

 who wished to wear those sharp trimmed suits

instead of handing out hors d'oeuvres.

 I see the moths- the men and girls

that flutter, in dim light

 with their royal, east egg money

those rich red parties, warm summer nights.

 I see blue eyes, I see sinners

we watch them drink away.

 We do not envy their scarlet coats

nor their drunken, wasted days.

all purpose greek seasoning in olive oil is genuinely curing my ed rn

mango comes home from work to find her husband gone shes like oh no where did my man go

soup....shooup...schooup...soUP. SOUP.,.! soup. god i lvoe soup. man i just. dSoup. people ask me how im aroace. its cause soup exists you fucking idiot.s. youre out here being allo wasting your.e time while u could be eating soup. GOD i LOVE SOUP. man its just. so good. schhcocoleloep. slurp. soup. man i jt. how could you not love soup i dont understand

when you find yourself lying,

neither dead nor alive

living, denying

or lack of your try

cry not of the velvet fog

that creeps upon your mind

and do not suffer, do not pry

for pain will be all you will find.

when your life burns beneath you

the life you have not yet lived

and you find yourself alone

with the reaper, having no soul to give

cry not from lack of heart

the heart that you kept, yet never your own

for the grave that lies without your soul

will be covered in your heart of stone.

there is too much music i need to listen to. i cannot bear it. there are so many albums and every time i find an album there is another album and then another album and then a bunch of singles and then another reddit post titled "greatest punk album of the year?" and suddenly it has 326 comments naming a bunch of punk albums i need to listen to, and of course all the comments say completely different bands, and so now i go listen to one of the albums and suddenly im going down a rabbit hole of their glorious music and i simply do not have the time to go listen to all the other 325 albums from that reddit post, and much less time to go scavenge the internet archive for 60s garage bands but if i do not find a way to listen to every single music in the world i will cry. life is hard man