Discourse with the Devil by HeadmistressMercedes, literature
Literature
Discourse with the Devil
I offered Satan a piggy-back ride today. So up he hopped, and away we went for a walk, and I asked him all the questions I could think of. For how cruel is it to burden the Heavens with all my queries? There must be someone else to talk to.
I speak with the Devil. He's bound to have some interesting stories.
I ask, “What is love?”
And he says “The blood of roses and thorns.”
I ask, “Why is the sky blue?”
And he says “Because its sadness is infinite.”
I ask “Why did the chicken cross the road?”
And he says “The crosswalk was painted only in its mind.”
I continue to
6.
My brother believes
in reincarnation
as history repeats itself,
or at least that's what he slurred
on the anti-psychotics that made him
sweat.
5.
One little man didn't know
there existed a continent
between him and a spice trade,
so the world got bigger: or at least
that's how I imagined it,
coloring brown smiling Indians
dining with grim little pilgrims
in kindergarten.
By second grade I knew
Native Americans died of diseases like small pox,
pictures in the textbook of sad weathered faces
wrapped in government-issued blankets,
but it wasn't until I read a book about a teenager
from Spokane who lived on a reservation
that I aske
by all the gods,
is she lovely—
the sweetest lullaby i have ever heard.
and her fingertips soothe this raging nightmare
which roars inside, a decaying dragon
that one too many knights have slain.
if i could worship at her feet i would.
alas,
her temple is guarded by pale clouds and
a witch's moonlight; only ravens
may find their way into her tower
and break her chains with a featherweight kiss.
i do not feel her embrace every time the darkness whispers.
no, it is only when the ice in my veins
burns hotter than the sun and my voice is lost
in the supernova that hides itself behind a black hole.
it is only then that she is there,
Many choose the drug of insanity
simply to quiet the dark palpitations
that burst along the shadowed corridor
of a deeply troubled mind…
- by Word of Chen
i love u
things wo_ldn't
be the same if yo_
weren't in my world
or in my life
i'm feeling like
alphabet so_p,
spilling all my words
o_t and it'll burn in yo_r
lap and _nder yo_r shirt
beca_se it's too goddamn
honest
i can't hide my feelings;
i can't imagine missing
one letter and having only
twenty five to try to fill in
the gaps
none of them are the same
as yo_, i don't give a f_ck what
yo_ say
i f_cking love yo_
whether they like it
or not
Even when one has found peace
there will always be a demon just beyond the door.
It whispers through the cracks; temptatious words,
trying your sanity with every breath...
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