VikingIndie
Bio
just want to rant about some injustices I’ve experienced, and I hope I can find some people who know how I can right these wrongs.
Stories (11/0)
Glitch
Someone is watching and someone is listening, glitching through my social life like an unseen butterfly, zipping through all of my privacy and pretending they have a right to look at me through a key hole that we call a camera. Someone is watching and someone is listening, glitching through my phone calls and glitching through my posts, crawling through my old posts and getting angry because I’m not afraid to talk about the truth. Someone is watching and someone is listening, glitching through my screen when they don’t want me to know the truth, wasting time while I’m resting my phone and they’re making posts disappear so that the public will never know. Someone is watching and someone is listening, glitching through the black mirror while I remove my clothes, and snickering at my mental breakdown because they think that I don’t know. Someone is watching and someone is listening, glitching through my technology like a big brother who wants nothing but to see and know all things, but they’re too lazy for get the information legally. Someone is watching and someone is listening, trying so desperately to control my life on the other side of a screen, but they would never show themselves in person. Someone is watching and someone is listening to every word that leaves my lips because they are a loser and they want me to lose too, but the only losers are the ones who give up. Someone is watching and someone is listening to the conversations that I share, and they have so much power because they control so many others as well. Oh. Poor thing, watching my life like a movie because yours isn’t good enough. But see, I cannot be controlled. Oh. Poor thing.
By VikingIndie4 years ago in Poets
There Are No Kings
You sit so very high on a throne, made of gold and metal, twisted to your liking so that you can reside somewhere in the sky looking down on the world as if the rest of us are ants. You sit so very high on a throne, woman falling at your feet in desperation, bent at the knee because you are authority. Aren't you? You sit so very high on a throne, ignoring the requests of the people who worship you like a god, filing your nails and looking at them shimmer while the rest of us suffer in the chaos that is you. You sit so very high on your throne, and the rest of us fucking slave because you are the master and this earth is your playground. You sit so very high on your throne while it crumbles and you tumble to the floor because we get hungry at the bottom, so we swallow the rich because there's a void in our chest for things that that shimmer in the moonlight. You sit so very high on your throne, but daddy, I want to sit on the throne too, so I've been waiting and I've been plotting and now I know how to make it mine.
By VikingIndie4 years ago in Poets
When Do We Fly Home
I'm the flock of birds gently dipping their feathers in the water, reaching for a taste of something like a lust for life because my insides keep fucking rotting and the only thing that makes me feel alive is a taste of death. I'm the flock of birds covered in black, molested by an oil spill, stuck in black tar, wanting so desperately to clean off reality because the more real everything gets the more disgusted I become. I'm the flock of birds suffocating on the trash people left behind because they were too inconsiderate to consider that there were other lives, and now I suffer on the aftermath of you because you say you care but my chest continues to erode until my emotions are nothing but an empty shell and I almost hate you. I'm the flock of birds a shooter gets to choose from because I can never be free, there's always something there to just tear a massive gaping black chasm in my soul, so very deep that I get swallowed up inside of my own need for an endless existential silence.
By VikingIndie4 years ago in Poets
Queendom
I think of you, when the sun goes down and the earth is dark, when I’ve had my shower, and I’m tucking myself in like a baby. I think of you, when my head is almost silent, and my chest feels numb. I think of you, and I laugh because I would have been married for about a year now. I would have been married to a man who sold drugs, got addicted to drugs, a man who cheated and lied to me on a loop for 3 months. Yeah. I think of you, when the air conditioning is too cold, and the sounds of the house breathing almost sound like the past playing scenes in the walls.
By VikingIndie4 years ago in Humans
I Am Who I Am
gentle blue skies, and pastel colors dancing somewhere in between the clouds. I count my steps, and avoid the cracks in the sidewalk. Watching blades of grass tear through the rubble so that they can be appreciated after the fight they've had to put up in order to simply grow. I'm listening to shitty indie music, and people are staring at me because I can't stop dancing. And not even good dancing, like straight up no rhythm ass white girl dancing in the isle of the store.
By VikingIndie4 years ago in Poets
For The Love Of My Life
see, I could honestly talk about your eyes all day. and that's just about the way they glimmer when you smile. because the sound of your laughter is like watching the sun rise over mountains and the moon light glimmer over ocean waters, but somehow at the same time. I could honestly talk about your eyes all day. and that's just about the honesty they carry within them. when you pretend that you're interested in what someone's saying, but you really just want them to stop talking. there's a difference between when you feel welcome and when you feel like an outsider. but you must know that with me you are always home.
By VikingIndie4 years ago in Poets
If I Knew You Were Being Groomed By Your Sister
senior year of high school I asked you out twice, and both times you denied me. we’d been friends for a while, and you were the one I talked to when I was in pain. when my depression drowned me underneath endless waters. and I did the same for you, I told you that I would be there because I meant it.
By VikingIndie4 years ago in Humans
Because I Wanted It At First
I think I lost my mind, I think I lost my passion, and somewhere in time I think I lost myself too. Sitting in a bathtub with my face in my hands, tears streaming down my face. I was shaking, but honestly the worst part was that I was confused. I didn’t know what he had done to my body until two weeks later. I told myself that I wanted it, and I even lied and told my friends that it was the best sex I ever had.
By VikingIndie4 years ago in Viva
I Was Being Groomed For Sex Trafficking
We had been best friends since junior year of high school. She was white and well, I wasn’t, but that never seemed to be a problem. Her family took me in as though I were their own. We made occasional black jokes from time to time, but nothing racist just simple things like “is it because you’re black” or “do you want some fried chicken?”
By VikingIndie4 years ago in Criminal
