Blessing Culverlives in Indiana and is a current student at Hanover College. She is studying Art and English and hopes, one day, if possible, to make a living doing something creative. Blessing spends her free time reading, writing, and drawing. She has also been published in Eunoia Review.
From tragedy's wake I become As an outcast- unwanted and numb As a vagrant- transient and momentary My emotions diverge volatile and varied- From heightened sensation to callosity My Family- I regarded with animosity My Friendships I destroyed with hostile nature- And in all I am- I am denatured- Then- in my tragedy- in the establishing Of a bitter life- was acquiring From all intensity of fortune and fate The hope that holds me secretly elate- From the river, or the flood abhorrest- From the green silence of the forest- From the constant wheel in the sky In its alarming passing by and by- From the roar of the ocean As it gives me wondering notion- From the crash, and the burning- And the woman who was yearning (When the whole world around was broken) For a sense of rhyme and reason-
-Imitation of "Alone" by Edgar Allan Poe
Past the grassy field Lies a lonely cliff. And past the cliff lies a green ocean. And hovering above the ocean is a salty mist. And behind the mist is a blue horizon. Above the horizon Clouds and sky diverge. In the divergence lies a Heaven full of stars. And beyond the stars is an Infinite universe.
You’re beautiful because you remind me of myself And I’m a little self-obsessed
But you’re Also self-obsessed so you admire me too
And that makes you Even more beautiful To me.
“More, far more, will I achieve”
I want the moon. I want to swallow it whole So no one else can have it.
Light will radiate from me And blind everyone so they stay away and Never come near.
I want to be so alone that I no longer have To think but just exist as my complete self.
I want to die young and never grow old And become like everyone else, Broken and corrupted.
I want to go wrong in my own way Instead of going right in someone else's And only care about what I think of myself.
I want no one to ever love me so my soul can be mine alone And nothing can have power of it And only I own it.
I want to chase after the wind. I want to catch it and pin it down and tear off its mask And make it tell me things.
I want the very ground I walk on to worship me And then I want to worship it back By sinking into it forever.
I want to fall off the edge of the world and See what has never been seen and Know what has never been known.
I want to feel what its like to get my head cut off or what its like To be crushed by a concrete roller. I want to drown in a green ocean of foam and salt
And then I want to feel what it’s like to be eaten alive. I want to crawl inside a dead body and eat the decomposing liver That lies within and experience ecstasy while I do it.
I want to be hollow and then I want to be full. I want all of my relationships to break apart and Crumble into nothing.
I want winter to last forever so the frozen darkness I feel Can spread to everyone else. I want to murder everyone and then die myself.
I want there to be no reality And only the self, existing forever, Alone in time and space.
Driving a Car
The man drives a car, He wants to go far. He does not know where, But he feels the air. With no directions There's no reflections. Just going forward, And onward toward, Empty existence, There's no resistance. No thinking or thoughts Just life without knots. He laughs and he cries, His heart never dies, As long as he drives, His old hope survives. He wants to go on, Into the new dawn. And he’ll never stop, And his heart won’t drop, If he decides to Accept his own cue, He’ll stay forever On this endeavor. He wants to keep going, And being unknowing.