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To Hades From His Young Lover by CannibalxChibi, literature

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To Hades From His Young Lover

In winter he is my lover I go down among the dead I go to his darkening arms, his body of heavy stone. My name unravels greedily from his lips Persephone… And while I lie with him I think of the sleeping earth I cannot seem to grasp anymore— that I am spring; I was responsible I have forgotten the trees, voluptuous with figs. I have traded them for black bushes, burning with his pomegranates, the fruit where he hid his desire. The moon, a cradle of pearls, seems now a glossy dream. And oh the sun, I do not remember warmth The perfume of the woods fades from my skin He says, You are more beautiful than a dream of l

Greenhouse by CannibalxChibi, literature

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Greenhouse

The greenhouse prospers sweating blossoms, seedy glazes and hot lime-colored dust windows of fragmented hair spun into glass. Here, crouching at his heels, he pries open her mouth and slips in an acrid jewel along with flinty silt 'neath his nails Sheeted in grime, his fingers tickle her sublime wrist, where the skin is frilled with red. She sits languidly. He is done with her, moving away to speak instead with the garland of flora or the steamy potted plants. His red-capped knees buckle when she hides in the rusted violets, thickly sheltered, and opens the bracelet piece, the scarred bangle. Wanting the petals to stock her vei

Winter Sleep by CannibalxChibi, literature

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Winter Sleep

He drinks lemonade in the blooming winter, setting the yellow glass down to consider the flourish of white the snow fastening a crown for each of his silvered apples. The drowse comes heavy in him apples spread in the pale snow red bruises for a flare of pearl. Flakes crust to his salty lips, he licks them and stands in the orchard. Clean as wax, the apples burn against his palms. Their peels splinter like beads. He chews them, a moon-prick from the shelled trees flowering with ice. Still the apple trees trickle and gleam. He feasts upon peels of flinty glass Swallowing, he is not perturbed by this. In his veins, the petallin

Gardenia by CannibalxChibi, literature

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Gardenia

Among ruins of marble and garden; I grow sick with dreams. The flowers are my sweet sisters, I am not so terribly alone Blossoms of figs and dark purple shroud me from the burn of eyes I am a prisoner, crowned here with chains of gems and flowers Through a haunt of vines you watch me gather my sisters I am warm beneath your sun, I forget my poison But the touch of my fingers will deaden, I cannot embrace you Look, now, a lavender bruise forms on your shivering hand I want to remain in the strange garden, my sisters bloom and cling to me I want to stay in this loveliness, grasping you in fever dreams A cluster of weeping petals suffo

Organ by CannibalxChibi, literature

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Organ

Among the murk and linen of the bed, He gingerly unpeels his wrappings. The moon spreads upon his hands, encroaching—they are pale ivy singing tendrils into his dark lap. He sighs in a thick sleep. His fingers clench, trickle—his ribboned organ. Into his limbs he has poured a surrender, a quartz sugar, burning honey for his belly. As his tendrils continue, his drunken lids flutter Shiny milk pools in his curled palms, sticking his fingers glint like cracked mirror. He remains in slumber, dreaming his petted organ, his hot palms in the dim room. He opens her mouth and out fall the furry petals, the soaking red seeds.

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To Hades From His Young Lover by CannibalxChibi, literature

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To Hades From His Young Lover

Greenhouse by CannibalxChibi, literature

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Greenhouse

Winter Sleep by CannibalxChibi, literature

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Winter Sleep

Gardenia by CannibalxChibi, literature

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Gardenia

Organ by CannibalxChibi, literature

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Organ

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Burning... by skeletonjon, literature

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Burning...

The sound of my final sword strike echoes in the forest. My enemy hits the ground, its burning eyes growing dark. Two sword punctures mark the places that finally felled the Chimera. It's too bad really, they used to be such a majestic and abundant breed, but since the magic world became hidden they've been corralled up like livestock, unable to run or hunt. This is exactly why this one broke free and attacked that human, poor girl couldn't even see what killed her… Wait a minute, I stabbed the heads, why is the tail still… SONOFABITCH! It bit me, I forgot that the Snake has its own mind too, and it bit me while my guard was dow

LATE Bday gift by skeletonjon, literature

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LATE Bday gift

Alarms blared as the boy ran down the corridors; a small black box held tightly in his hands, he was dressed in a sharp black suit and tie with a white undershirt. He finally skidded to a stop in front of a huge window looking out into the depths of space. Danny Terreur looked out at the planet below with a smirk, soon enough he'd be safely away from this world. "HALT" A storm trooper ordered as he leveled his blaster, "set the box down, or we'll shoot" The boy raised a gun of his own, "One more move, and I obliterate it" The two stared at each other, locked in a stalemate… Meanwhile, Jonathan Halliwell was working diligently at a m

Dear Diary... by skeletonjon, literature

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Dear Diary...

Dear Diary, I saw the mysterious boy in the library today, and if his appearance is anything like the last time, something bad is about to happen. Looking back I see that I didn't write down those events for some reason, so I'll record them now. Two months ago, just before Christmas, I saw him for the first time walking through the courtyard; he looked beaten up and scratched. But there was one weird thing about it, nobody seemed to notice him, his brown eyes had a serious look to them, like he was looking for something. Students, teachers, and even the principal walked right past, like he didn't exist. I didn't think anything of it, but

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Current Residence: Fleet Street
Favourite genre of music: Rock, heavy metal
Favourite style of art: Poetry, surreal

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Tim Burton

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Polkadot Cadaver, Rob Zombie, Emilie Autumn, TM Revolution

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Lord Byron, Shakespeare, Anne Rice, Edgar Alan Poe, Emily Dickinson

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Gore, horror movies, folklore, playing my violin

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CannibalxChibi

Sep 24, 2011

I AM NOT GOOD AT THIS

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MIRA, WHY U SO INACTIVE!

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CannibalxChibi

Jul 2, 2011

Detruis moi

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Rules: No backspacing You have to tag four people. Good luck! What is your username?:  CannibalxChibi Spell it backwards: ibihcxlabinnac Spell it with your elbow: dcqaghhssddcgyhy spell it with your eyes shut: cannivajxsubu Spell it with your forehead: yuhy7iuy7uiiyhyh Spell it with your nose: cannibalxchibi (YEAH BOIIIIIIII!) Slam your face into the keyboard: 0ii8ii8jmgakrjgeirjgekrjgi I tag you!