Leaving Your Body Map

Another year dead, and the harvest moon; Leaves burning is the peasant's legacy. Knelling, as the cheek of Summer is kiss'd-- Shivering of the elm, she is entomb'd. The hay wain creaks through the countryside As poet Autumn's fires scorch all this world. They are entranced by the turning mill wheel, Clear and cutting with Proserpine's kiss. Bless the sun, decked in gorgeous array-- Frost, and the dignity of flameless light, The hermit's cottage, fashioned rough of stone-- Smoke rolling slow behind the orchard's bloom. Like a cairn, the stones are aligned in silence; Arrayed by a bloodless hand, out through veils. Time is easily torn while pitchforks twist, Twist as easily through her golden hair. Seasons that kill years... Death that mangles hearts... Loves that lose their shine... Tombs that are forgot... Darkness awaits behind the suffering day. Men that waste lives in search of Heaven. Stones are sobbing in a vernal field. Thoughts of spring and cascades before you die.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

A Walk to Heaven isn't any better With legions' fresh ascent First they dwindled like always And then I regretted closing my eyes See, this dream was not inevitable In the war of reds and golds Our hero was gold! Anon, with each pronunciation Banners were smouldering, then dying And burning my intestines Taking away, alas, All that kept me alive Hast thou not crept up upon me? Cruel poison of Life! Thou hast taken everything. But what hurts me is that You've slobbered filthily O'er the delicate lips of a delicate girl And I shall announce what you are... Yes, away thou goest Into the desert betwixt blue angels Choose thy canon and execute Never is the morning of thy age!

Each bulb about me blooms Gives its own luminescence Like some phantom lantern glare There is nothing in this place but rainfall Forlorn, dreary secret ghosts That hide between the twilit trees Doth gaze upon the spores that gleam They only know the floral dream By the shade of wither'd day How the moonbeams dance and waver Splendid through the pallid air The poison mists doth flow and gather Burst from ev'ry season'd flow'ret Like mimosas of the night Fleeth garden charms that sparkle Like a shattered lantern's light I breathe the vapours that surround Like so many seedling faeries Rose, and thistle And berry red That preside over the dead Tell me what they've seen and said: "Breathe no more Thy ghost dost wait To take thy place At Garden's Gate Poison, venom, Toxic fume hast ensured Thy witless doom!"

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

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Trust lies shivering by the hedgerow, Her life bleeds into cold cataracts. I see an eclipse in those eyes, rainfall; of starlight trapped in bottles. My thirsty gaze will always remember. Dead, and I pierce her body with shards of me. What is afterward left. Your face: Years wasted blending with a poet's eye; I have only a lifetime to forget. My painful sleep unearths buried seasons, It is only ev'ry morning that I cry; Soft laughter seeps into aching wounds. Please kiss me, Kiss away the cuts you've torn-- The knives in your eyes bled my joy lifeless. I still thee hold in my loneliness, And wish that I could die in your false embrace, Holding you forever in a moment of the past. My Helen of Troy, please, this war makes me tired. Belial Rosier Pain Liar I will never trust again.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Life means more since I stopped thinking Life means more because you keep me going I dreamed that we had another moment, still We could be the champions of art I killed myself because I was stupid Great things come, but only as a blessing It took so long because nobody told me The Son of God is nothing more than this I think I have it, I'm an angel Humbled as such to learn from you the truth of Life is never spoken And sleep hasn't ever done me any good yet Sleep is a curse Remember that moment the music led our dying minds to Heaven? The promises of Life are tragic The one for me will never have those things That night, the forest was seething So many things, but her face was all I saw You're so good, your face is all I see. I think I have it, I'm an angel Humbled as such to learn from you The truth of Life is never spoken And sleep hasn't ever done me any good yet

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Curse the night I was born, as I beheld, Springeth he like asters from her vicious womb; She bled mass stars that curs'd all the sky. Horror bound me against the crags of stone, And even the Earthquake-Fiends were silenced. Chain'd to the mountaintop, my heart was rent. The dandelion was plucked from the sky, My soul wept as the shadow increased. He made to sleep the flowers and the trees, The beasts all laid down their mighty heads; Their souls were suck'd dry by the Creation. What season seizes fast the lyre with balm? Alas, it is a cloudless, sunless day; As the world died, I hid myself in tears.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

A shade of sleep pass'd a veil o'er my eyes, Not like them...statues of defeat... ...And I dreamt. In one room I saw a candle, And in another, a votive wreath. A candle to pierce the darkness, And I saw an old man sitting, sitting, And he was alive!

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

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What upon the naked shore is this key? All briny, yes, a haven for the briny things, And a mystery to the sun which hasn't seen The construction of this awful mystery! What fashion'd thee, O key of slimy gold? What secret portal among the waves and stones Didst thou unlock in silence of the deep? And most importantly, what sea-borne lazy eye, Deceived by the broken light, Lost among the ruins thee? I saw the shore expand on that joyous day- Breathed deeper, pulsed longer, sighed fuller, Loved greater the mind of a curious boy, Such as me! I love thee, curious sea! {Aeons can hide the relics of forgotten gods, But showeth me thy treasures,} And I will always look thereon. I will always look with love thereon!

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025