Ashes Twisted

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I have love that which is held within the night.

For inside the shadows cast from an eerie glow of the moon's luminescence,
derived from a little speck of light of its enthralling existence,
resurrected an immensely dedicated importance,
witnessing the serpentine and seraphic spirals of rapidly beating palpitations,
immortality coiled around this frame of a body tightening,
angelic mechanical constant ticker whispers,
mechanism of divine creatures levitating,
just outside the world of insanity,


Awakening in a realm of darkness,
overcoming the obstacles of nervousness,
overwhelmed with feelings of anxiousness,
emotions of a torn,
but not broken consciousness.
Creation created by the creator.
Delicately placed apart from that silver of light,
eyes have searched when blinded by sight,
hearts made to thump with infinity's jump,
leaping towards the rabbit hole,


Catching netted lies of birdcage gunk.
Holding pieces of wrapped souls.
Untying, tiresomely; ribbons of lost love.
Reading perfectly cosmic flows,
between lines that are read tenfold.
Ambient melodies drifting,
sidewalks tip causing a loose footing.
ShotGun City always spinning.
Crescent words lovely the way they teeter.
Absolute madness with a hint of sweet decay.

A maladroit lover.

Walking Tokyo with oriental umbrella,
alongside angels, demons.

Heavenly hellions..

Within this darkness cover the keyholes so the creatures will not be perturbed,
keep them slumbered within a created nightmare,
once they're awakened,
I become afraid of the girl staring back at me.

A thousand Ashes scattering your way.
I am a face of many masks all hand made.
Intricate designs etched inside a piece of a smile.

Cremated embellishment.

Always trying to be the flint to ignite a spark and create fires from within.
Can't you see embers dance mirthfully in the reflection of retinas?
Begging with their tendrils of wistfulness,
do not ever look away,
please don't,
for they fear of burning out.

About My Navel

My navel is a cyclops, and it mocks me.

Favorite Stuff (poets, poems, quotes, hobbies, etc.)

My Inspirations.
Forever Grateful.
Thank you.


"Ashes: you are a freak in so many colorful ways with a side of thoughtful compassion. No one but you could pull off such an essence so lovable!" - Astral_Tides


“Your friend's poetry is terrible," he said.
Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. "What?"
"I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random.” ― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones


"It's all right to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it." — Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices, #1))


It would be nice if we could put away and throw out everything except what really mattered, but reality is just cruel. In such times, I see you laughing whenever I close my eyes. Until the day I reach eternal sleep, that smiling face will have to stay with me without fail. ~Hamasaki Ayumi


"If critics say your work stinks it's because they want it to stink and they can make it stink by scaring you into conformity with their comfortable little standards. Standards so low that they can no longer be considered "dangerous" but set in place in their compartmental understandings." -Jack Kerouac


"Go where the pleasure is in your writing. Go where the pain is. Write the book you would like to read. Write the book you have been trying to find but have not found. But write. And remember, there are no rules for our profession. Ignore rules. Ignore what I say here if it doesn't help you. Do it your own way. Every writer knows fear and discouragement. Just write.The world is crying for new writing. It is crying for fresh and original voices and new characters and new stories. If you won't write the classics of tomorrow, well, we will not have any." -Anne Rice


"I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity." -William Blake


"We rise, drop our faces in cold water, and face the prospects of a day like the last one from which we have not recovered." -Philip Levine


"Can the sarcasm,' he said. 'Please, I always use fresh sarcasm, never canned." — Laurell K. Hamilton


"Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say." — Ellen Hopkins (Burned (Burned, #1))


"Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?" - Ellen Hopkins (Burned #1)


"If loving someone is putting them in a straitjacket and kicking them down a flight of stairs, then yes, I have loved a few people." — Jarod Kintz (It Occurred to Me)


"I want to gather up all the ink cartridges in the universe, because somewhere, mixed in with all that ink, is the next great American novel. And I’d love nothing more than to drink it." — Jarod Kintz (I Want Two apply for a job at our country's largest funeral home, and then wear a suit and noose to the job interview.)


"I want to meet a guy named Art. I'd take him to a museum, hang him on the wall, criticize him, and leave." — Jarod Kintz (I Want)


"Actually, since I'm gay I think I should count for two guys instead of just one. I mean, in me you get the male point of view and you don't have to worry about me wanting to touch your boobies." — P.C. Cast (Marked (House of Night, #1))


"See with your soul and not your eyes
because to dance with the beasts you
must penetrate their disguise." — P.C. Cast


"The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible" — Vladimir Nabokov


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