paledandraw

[paledandraw]

halt: ma this is crowley we met in ara-

the queen: is he gay

halt: what

the queen: is he gay? he's standing with his hip to one side. like a gay person

crowley: ma'am i have scoliosis

[paledandraw]

Starting from the beginning, then?

Wind stuttering on the base of a world, uninhabited and waiting.

Flash forward now. Not long.

Blood spilled on ground, a tragedy turned over to show the ugly face of a warfront.

A rattling sickness, covering the populace like a heavy blanket. Few would make it to see the morning

Eyes gone dark, lost without the influence of a soul behind them. Unavoidable, sometimes unfair.

Now that you've seen that, let me show you a few people. Arcane, and far too aware.

The first, a tall, proud silhouette standing above crimson-soaked soil. Their enemies and followers alike lay on the ground, but not for a second do they notice. Thorns line their footsteps.

Second, a small form- only acknowledged in the midst of her quiet destruction. Contagion runs in her blood, and her skin is paled and raw.

And of course, the last.

I'm sure you're familiar. Down-turned eyes, and a desolate aura. She knows what she has done, and, unlike the others, is sorry. Deeply and truly. However, she knows her job is important and must carry on. Wincing and grief-stricken screaming follow her closely. She weeps.

Now I'm sure you're confused- but both of these are much more connected than they might appear.

I speak of WAR, PESTILENCE, and DEATH. Both lists follow that order, their damage and their personas.

WAR has been influencing humankind since the day we first considered peace. You know their story- greed and power. Wrath and confidence in one package. And, of course, as humans progressed and create more delicate social notions, WAR has become more structured, more controlled.

In the face of the END, they have regressed into their primal form. Stubborn and torn and bloodied. Slowly, humanity will go with them.

There is not much time left now.

I will be swift.

I am her, I am down-turned eyes and I am greed and power. I am a rattling sickness.

I am god.

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[paledandraw]

i lament, to have gone so long not seeing you

darling? do you abhor my absence the same?

your hand sweeps across my dreams

a touch, so far out of reach i should only hope to chase it

until only my waking hours are spent without you

i no longer hear your footsteps in the hall

how do i miss a simple sound, a presence?

one that was so meaningless before

darling, will you return to my corridor?

haunt me once more love, let your spirit live

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[paledandraw]

Midnight

I would gladly be exhausted every day,

If it meant late night adventures with you.

Running barefoot around the streets,

Laughing at the top of our lungs,

With the only dread of the moment

The sun pulls itself up from the horizon, sat in our minds

Because our adventures would once again become nothing.

[paledandraw]

— GAUZE, PLEASE? | s.n.

[paledandraw]

All of my poems i post are mine, unless specifically stated otherwise! I am a new writer, and so my work is still a little rough. My ao3 account also has all of my work posted to it.

I am 15, she/they, and i enjoy videogames and drawing! I hope i can improve and learn through this blog

[paledandraw]

Her name fills my mind and i want to breathe in her presence

       She occupies my heart the way a bird settles in a nest; it was made for her

                   I am meant to love her high shoulders and sepia skin

 

Her footsteps echo from the kitchen when i wake up

        She walks gently and carefully, and listening to her has become a routine

                    I will hear her as long as she will let me

 

Her body fits against mine perfectly, and i know we are meant to be here

         She holds herself to me and i hold her just as tightly

                    I want to be seen in this gentle form; i want this love to be my legacy

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