Written By Neviah
Dec. 27, 2023, 8:20 a.m.(6/12/1021 AR)
When something winters in a glass room, how ready is it for the shattering?
Written By Neviah
Dec. 2, 2023, 12:38 p.m.(4/18/1021 AR)
Existing in this city:
If you accidentally look up,
forget branches.
Forget leaves.
For your own sake,
forget them.
They have been traded for contrast:
Endless sky and containers.
If you accidentally look up,
forget branches.
Forget leaves.
For your own sake,
forget them.
They have been traded for contrast:
Endless sky and containers.
Written By Neviah
Nov. 26, 2023, 3:57 p.m.(4/7/1021 AR)
Existing in this city:
Walking away is easier than staying.
Walking away is easier than staying.
Written By Neviah
Nov. 20, 2023, 10:22 a.m.(3/22/1021 AR)
When tucked into
Its right soil
A seed
Will root.
Its right soil
A seed
Will root.
Written By Neviah
Nov. 16, 2023, 9 p.m.(3/15/1021 AR)
We are
Where we feed.
Where do you prey?
Whom do you worsen?
Where we feed.
Where do you prey?
Whom do you worsen?
Written By Neviah
Nov. 16, 2023, 12:11 a.m.(3/13/1021 AR)
Existing in this city:
Act like you belong there
And no one asks.
Cobwebbed places are opportunities.
Emptiness can fill emptiness.
Act like you belong there
And no one asks.
Cobwebbed places are opportunities.
Emptiness can fill emptiness.
Written By Neviah
Nov. 11, 2023, 3:14 p.m.(3/4/1021 AR)
Existing in this city:
You can pay for cakes, wine, warmth, and a pillow with poetry.
You can pay for cakes, wine, warmth, and a pillow with poetry.
Written By Neviah
Nov. 5, 2023, 10:48 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
I put my hands to the sky and splay my fingers just so. Cross them, web them, and I can almost almost remember.
Like this
Like this
Written By Neviah
July 8, 2019, 5:51 p.m.(6/6/1011 AR)
Once there was a man...
with eyes as red as his wine, and just as drunk.
The man boasted of his glorious past, when he was a knight, a kingsman.
The man had bested dragons and vanquished traitors.
It all came to an end when his king died, he had angered too many people to work again.
And the bottle it was for him, the loyal bottle.
He would recount his story for all those who would listen,
and attack and slay all those who would discredit him.
"Memory can't be drowned", said the bottle.
with eyes as red as his wine, and just as drunk.
The man boasted of his glorious past, when he was a knight, a kingsman.
The man had bested dragons and vanquished traitors.
It all came to an end when his king died, he had angered too many people to work again.
And the bottle it was for him, the loyal bottle.
He would recount his story for all those who would listen,
and attack and slay all those who would discredit him.
"Memory can't be drowned", said the bottle.
Written By Neviah
July 8, 2019, 5:50 p.m.(6/6/1011 AR)
Once, there was a man...
who wanted to be stronger than anyone else.
But he couldn't change, and he had not the world,
And his strength was not enough.
So he pulled a veil of darkness around himself,
And he let it cover everything.
No one could see but the man, for it was his veil.
"True strength lies in others' weakness," he laughed.
who wanted to be stronger than anyone else.
But he couldn't change, and he had not the world,
And his strength was not enough.
So he pulled a veil of darkness around himself,
And he let it cover everything.
No one could see but the man, for it was his veil.
"True strength lies in others' weakness," he laughed.
Written By Neviah
July 8, 2019, 5:47 p.m.(6/6/1011 AR)
Once, there was a maiden...
who was always looking forward to the way things would be.
She said, "Someday, I'm getting out of this place."
"Someday, I'm going to kill that boy that put me here."
"And while I wait, I don't much mind,
'cause it's better to dream tomorrow than to be there."
"I'm holding at bay," she said, "what I know to be true."
"That I'll never get out. I won't let my dreams die!"
"I'll hang on to hope," she said, "until Time itself ends. But--"
"There's always an ending," said Time.
who was always looking forward to the way things would be.
She said, "Someday, I'm getting out of this place."
"Someday, I'm going to kill that boy that put me here."
"And while I wait, I don't much mind,
'cause it's better to dream tomorrow than to be there."
"I'm holding at bay," she said, "what I know to be true."
"That I'll never get out. I won't let my dreams die!"
"I'll hang on to hope," she said, "until Time itself ends. But--"
"There's always an ending," said Time.
Written By Neviah
July 8, 2019, 5:46 p.m.(6/6/1011 AR)
Once, there was a maiden...
who struck an iron wall until it shattered her hand.
She did not stop, though cracks spread through her bones.
She did not stop, though blood sprayed her eyes.
She did not stop until she shattered the wall.
"Survival is fury," she said.
who struck an iron wall until it shattered her hand.
She did not stop, though cracks spread through her bones.
She did not stop, though blood sprayed her eyes.
She did not stop until she shattered the wall.
"Survival is fury," she said.
Written By Neviah
July 6, 2019, 4:29 a.m.(6/1/1011 AR)
Once, there was a maiden...
and before her came all the peoples of Aion, and knelt.
They set aside their petty squabbles in her name.
They acclaimed her with many shouts.
They prayed for her safety, and her weal.
Not one of them struck free her chains.
"To know the world..."
"...is to own it," she said.
and before her came all the peoples of Aion, and knelt.
They set aside their petty squabbles in her name.
They acclaimed her with many shouts.
They prayed for her safety, and her weal.
Not one of them struck free her chains.
"To know the world..."
"...is to own it," she said.
Written By Neviah
July 6, 2019, 4:28 a.m.(6/1/1011 AR)
Once, there was a maiden...
made from a lump of iron, shaped by wind, sea, and fire.
Fearing how wood might shape her, she ran, and did not look back.
One day, she forgot what she ran from.
So, she pulled out her hear to ask it.
"Why don't you look back and see?" it said.
So, she sighed and threw her heart away.
"I have no use for beginnings," she said.
made from a lump of iron, shaped by wind, sea, and fire.
Fearing how wood might shape her, she ran, and did not look back.
One day, she forgot what she ran from.
So, she pulled out her hear to ask it.
"Why don't you look back and see?" it said.
So, she sighed and threw her heart away.
"I have no use for beginnings," she said.
Written By Neviah
July 6, 2019, 2:57 a.m.(6/1/1011 AR)
To find but one, just one other --- another which
recognizes, grasps your uniqueness... another
which makes less painful the questions which surround
your rarity, another which respects it and exalts it
then still, to kiss their mouth, to embrace the open mouth
that is so capable of multiplying your darkness
your completeness... O I say now
that is love, true love
- The Embrace
recognizes, grasps your uniqueness... another
which makes less painful the questions which surround
your rarity, another which respects it and exalts it
then still, to kiss their mouth, to embrace the open mouth
that is so capable of multiplying your darkness
your completeness... O I say now
that is love, true love
- The Embrace
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