Below is user information for Deoch. If you are this user, you can edit your information (or choose what information is considered public) at the Edit Info page.
|Bio:||Here I lay,|
my fingers madly growing,
wildly curling over a piece of script.
My eyes are strange and wide,
consuming some strange
reflecting my vision.
My skin is pale and
changing spectrum,marble complexed.
My lips are dark, curling upward,
revealing an odd happiness.
My hair is curling intensely
around my face,
growing darker like the sky above.
Here I lay,
and as a raven lands on my shoulder
as his claws dig into me.
As blood, liquid flesch,
flows slowly from me.
and I am everchanging, everconscious, everwatching.
That centers around my artwork as well as pretty much all my other poems.
My flesch is being
Of liquid, solid, gas-
It is all apart now.
I question these pieces of perishable matter;
Valued with such meaning
Above all the rest of nature.
I will not plead inferior.
But when I am sucked away by horrendous wind
Drowned under torrential siege
Crushed under Earth
Trampled upon by its great creatures
Is it now OUR Earth?
Humanity- above all else?
Let us be ripped apart by nature and all above us.
As you can tell..I love nature..Mwah.
The Bloom After Enlightenment
A metaphorical poem for the feeling of being enlightened:
The flowers blossom
inside her chest cavity.
Underneath her ribcage
I can almost see the vivid bloom.
The vines covered in
petals and leaves encircling her,
growing about her
as the feeling precedes.
The blooming of a new sense,
a new thought.
The vines shed thorns and
blood and the petals open
up from the vine,
morphing the bloody
pestulent weed into otherwise,
a vibrant and wildly
curling and twisting vine,
wrapping itself around
her weakest parts and
immersing her in a new light.
Through the swarms of destitution,
The mazes of conformed thoughts;
The sweeping motions of sweet vibrant dreams passing me by;
The head of a monster...rolls to my feet;
The eyes of a great mind stare at me blankly;
The fingertips of a true loving entity graze my jaw;
The warmth radiates into me from the fiery wings of the zephyr;
From the backside of the made o'er canvas;
From the other side of the looking glass;
From the droplets of stolen blood;
From the spectrum of oblivious speech;
I watched the tower fall;
And I watched the ceaseless cycle pass o'erhead;
I watched as the climax drew closer;
I watched the colors fade,
the roses of our existence whither,
and the water overflow.
I watched Goddess Nature cry over her land.
It rips you from your clinging body,
helpless, you reach for yourself.
Its breath slashes your throat,
and its watery heart drowns your cries.
It sleeps in your terrified eyes,
curled sweetly and dreaming heedlessly.
It pins you in its jaws,
holding you together.
It winds you on its string
and dangles you before it.
It tips you over and pours you out,
and sips away at your flesch.
It grins with morsels of you in its teeth,
it picks them out and flings them with its fiery fingertips.
It dawns your heart and dissects it with its scalpal for vision.
It leaves you alone in a field of your own parts,
leaving you to put yourself back together.
Death to the Times
My days are dissolving;
time is leaving me here
But I laughed,
Among the rest.
My eyes are dead,
my vision dying.
What could be else?
What could be wiser?
What could more to my demise.
Trying to hold back,Love.
Trying not to let time pass by,
but it continues,
further on it solely trudges,
ripping my leash inch by inch,
pulling it out of my desperate grasp.
I try to hold on to the sweetest moments,
fearing their taste will fade,
none but a sticky residue on my mind.
But I lost the leash long ago.
Nope, I'm not old. I simply hate time and when it passes by so quickly..and you figure out the rest...I trust your judgement if you are slightly intelligent.
Okay..I dont feel like copying and pasting any more of my poems from my little poem page on poetry.com, thus, I would ask, IF YOU ARE SLIGHTLY INTELLECTUALLY LINKED TO MY CAUSE OR MY POETRY, that you would visit:
then type in "Willsie, Lauren" In the blanks where you search for a poet in the center of the page. *_*
|Interests:||150: 1984, a perfect circle, agnostics, all ancient civilizations, animals, ankhs, anne rice books, art!!!, astrology, autumn, bats, beethoven, black, black cats, black lipstick, blood, but i'm a cheerleader, buttons, california, candles, cats, celtic culture, celtic music, cemetaries, chokers, classical music, coco bean, corsets, dancing skeletons, deep thinking, deftones, demented short films, details, dreams, edgar allen poe, elizabeth i, eye of ra, eyes!!!, faith and the muse, family, faux fur blankets, fire, frida kahlo, full moons, gargoyles, george bernard shaw, george orwell, goblins, guitar playing, h.r. giger, hair dye, halloween, herbs, hieroglyphics, high elevation, history (on interesting stuff), hugs, hypocrites, ink, isolation., japanese bobtails, jhonen vasquez, jingly things, jumping, kurt cobain, laces, laughing, laughing at society, leaves, legolas, lemongrass, marble, marilyn manson, marionettes, masks, maynard james keenan, mints, monkeys, moonstones, mozart, mr. nubbs, music, my native germany, nature, nine inch nails!!!, nirvana, nutcrackers, old cemetaries, old things, orgy, osirus, paganism, painting, pentagrams, philosophy, photography, plays, playwriting, poetry, pottery, psychology, ramsey iii, ravens, red, red lipstick, reincarnation, rings, sculpting, shakespeare, silk, silver, sketching, skettios, skipping, smashing pumpkins, spikes, spiritual energy, squeaking, staind, staring, stars (real stars), stones, switchblade symphony, system of a down, talking, tall boots, the cranberries, the moon, the nightmare before christmas, thorns, tombstones, tool, transvestites, tree houses, trees, trent reznor, udjats, velvet, vines, violins, water, wicca, wicked, wierd clothes etc., wierd things, withcraft, writing, xenophilism, zephyrs, zodiacs|
|Friend of:||1: dirty_machine|
|Member of:||1: poeticcherry|
|Account type:||Free User|