Obsidian Words

Joined May 2021

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Fathomless is the mind full of stories.

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Language of The Stars
The words mean nothing to me. The neon purple scrawl may as well be hieroglyphics and I’m blind for all the sense they make.
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Fiction
Graveyard Boquet. Top Story - February 2024.
Inspired by various alternative grunge and metal songs as well as the dark, depraved stories that I read more than I breathe, I decided to write a song that represents a blending of those two loves of mine. I am no musician, I bearly have a melody for this, but if anyone is interested I'd love to hear people make something of it for fun!
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
Aspirations as a Vocal Creator
Blank pages are potential whilst also an indication of lacking. But therein lies the crucible for my aspirations with Vocal in 2024.
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Writers
What Does It Mean?
My words are whispers, they are pain, they are screams My voice a violent cascade But I never know what any of it means
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
Not Quite Right
UPDATE: This is not a Villanelle, as you will swiftly realise. It took me some research to understand the correct structure...
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
Dyrose: (dai.rows)
IPA: /dai.ɹœs/ I stare at the dust motes from my sunny vantage point on the floor. “Do you worry that this is a phase, this happiness? That it’ll disappear one day?” My voice startles the dust into a frenzy.
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Fiction
Obstent / Obstention (uhb·stehnt / uhb·stehnt.shn)
IPA: øbstent / øbstentʃən I am obstent in this life—a stone tossed into water without ever making waves, or even ripples.
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Fiction
What are 'We' if 'I' am Nothing?
“Into the Aether, The Space between spaces. We submit ourselves And forfeit our faces. We gift you our names,
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of This Feeling
Why is it always the weight you cannot measure that feels the heaviest? My lungs feel too large to fit in my chest, yet they are compressed into nothing with the magnitude of my worry.
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Fiction
Maybe. Top Story - October 2023.
I feel it again. That fog that makes me feel like a version of me, That's not me. The weight of unshed tears hangs behind my eyes,
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
Shatter
She shattered, but not the way glass did. There was no pretty tinkering as the pieces scattered about, no large crash so that everyone turned and stared.
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
One Hundred Word House
We are nearing thirty, cutting corners to save, hoping to one day have a place of our own. Our scale of what’s ‘acceptable’ disintegrated over the years as we became more desperate, collecting housemates and depts like trophies along the way.
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets