Venting expressions center

[Lavínia]

I keep writing, expressing anguish like sick vomit to stay alive. I will gather everything here, in one place, or try, for less pollution

Barking, childish gears reproducing silk
Ethereal itch, tearing concepts, humid truce
Of interconnected thoughts, blind connections
With the tangled void... what word is that?
Reject yourself, enjoy the dichotomy of being, forgotten
Prayer of not being yourself, reflection of another
Disgusting shore. Are you careful? Saved
Child of feelings, remnant, piece
Of unused suffering. Believe
In me, only in me
No one else in your midst, deprived of fear
Thrown the most nefarious ideas of a pure mind
Into the labyrinth of unused desires.
No, no. They do not use desires, they are content with aspirations;
Your means, more disgusting, are not to be seen
Preach anguish as a dream, of satisfaction, kissed
In morbidity several impulses. Train fear!
Fear nothing! Everything is the same! Doubt has been murdered, fallen thoughts, your name
Sunk seas of idiosyncrasies, fleeting
My hatred for you, nonsense! Your face
Is made of vicious serpents, sparkling with mercury
Your scarlet eyes, crimson of summer
Stillborn. There are yellow oils, white feathers
Pure of vastness, pure and limpid
Of concepts, thoughts do not fly, sensations
Tyrannical resound in movement

 

[Lavínia]

Usurping explanation, creeping
Miasma of utilities, smoking
Box of functions - Only
Of usufruct spirit breaks, try
To attract more details - Fearful
Of innocence - Illness, womb
Captious, celebrations of helminths.
Beloved, hideous dance, coalition
Fractionated, fiction of fig paths
Putrid, pus of humanity. Undressed me
In mnemonic choirs - Magnets of traumas Creationists - The opposite is fall, destruction Of everything that was blessed, adored, in red
Flames how does it go out? They fertilize abstract
As if it had flesh - Like children, with skin; Tendons, muscles and false hopes;
Here lives a stray! Abandoned
Fixation on distorted words, ancients
Call it "Lies", and from it vomit
Offensive slopes, in an avid character
To honor the natural conclusion of things
- Death - Expected end of narratives.
Tinkling of hours,
Tepid blinks,
Trembling of expressions,
Numbness of the ego,
Longing for plagues,
Prayers of agitation
Yet we have actions at rest.

 

[Lavínia]

I told a story, of a beautiful
Dance, dreamed of me bleeding,
In peace, with a welcome tumor.
I was only 7 years old, an unhappy child,
Dirty footprints that mark flesh,
Red with sins.
My screams at night have no effect,
I don't remember them - Insults
Made at random. Don't touch me,
You've already touched. Don't kill me,
You've condemned me, I'll die.
Lies, lies, lies;
What is there, if not a handful
Of them in me. It hurts

 

[Lavínia]

cat litter, brown rice dust, coffee. A kaleidoscopic mixture salivating my desires. Death, an instrument of pleasure, a bonfire of ego, personality, meaning and comfort. Cyanosis, yes cyanosis in people who don't know it. My hand, skin peeling in various memories, I have names, I don't have names. Appearance, a contract of the factual is a veiled petrichor, a scab on the nerves of your smile. You are discovering, you will discover. YOU DESPISE ME, YOU TEAR UP THE HIDDEN TRUTHS NEVER TOLD WITH SIMPLE NAMES, NOT SIMPLE NAMES, THINGS ARE COMPLEX. TRY TO FORGET THE PAIN OF OUR SINS NEVER BEING ERASED, THINGS DON'T CHANGE, THINGS DON'T STAY, THEY TWIST, RIP, ROT MORE AND MORE. LOSING THEIR SHAPE, DYING EVERY DAY. YOU KNEW YOUR BEGINNING AND PLEASURE IN THE PROCESS OF DEATH, AND YOU WILL ONLY SEE MORE DEATH. WE ARE NOT ALIVE, THAT IS THE LIE, WAITING FOR DEATH. ETERNAL STATE. WE ARE DYING. WE ARE DYING. WE ARE DYING. WE ARE DYING. WE ARE DYING. WE ARE DYING. WE ARE DYING. WE ARE DYING. WE ARE DYING. WE ARE DYING. WE ARE DYING. WE ARE DYING