Spontaneous decaying of the mind of Delise a.k.a デルぱんだ. Some writings, poems, photography etc. Mind the typos. signed D&T

4th March 2014


Ghost Sea

At first, as a child, I simply lived and felt. I breathed, tasted, asborbed life around me but never reflected. I was trained not to question or think. Only to be.

I never knew I existed until I was told otherwise.

I never knew I had a reflection worth caring about until I was taught to care.

As the years grew on, I noticed when looking into my own eyes that I saw just how empty I really was and was becoming.

I wanted to close those listless vacant windows forever.

But, I did not drown in the sea of white as I had intended to.

No, not in the White Sea lost with all the others who had forgotten they could live, I did not drown.

16th February 2014

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DarkOne Chronicles Intro





In the evening twilight of the forest he stood alone.
Slowly as the light of day did fade, so did his soliloquy begin. 
The words twisted and spiraled into poetry, it flowed from his mouth like black silk into the air.

Only the DarkOne heard as the words ceased from the ghost’s lips.
“Ah, Father Time has left him to his fate.” he whispered.
His black eyes shimmered in the distance.

24th January 2014

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Maybe we can be something other than human
when we learn to be at peace with being human.
Oddly that seems impossible on a collective scale.
Humans cannot seem to be satisfied with what they are.
Only in the presence of others do we become unsatisfied with ourselves.
Do you regret choosing to be human?

21st January 2014



One lush night
you gave way to my hands.
Brittle bones flew free.
An all I’ve got left
is your wine perfume
stainin’ the air.

5th January 2014


Because I love you

I saw your bruised and naked form

tinged with a dark red display of life.

Your face was obscured in the shadows.

Still, I know it was your soft delicate body that laid there torn;

a hellish wine stained fissure

 split you in two.

The stink of liqour wafted intwined

with the rich odor  of blood to my nose.

"I killed you again, my love."

 My dream subdued lips whispered in agony.

28th December 2013


Rub It Real Good

"I’m tired of humans," said the genie as she laid her bruised body down.

Dried semen stuck fast to her thighs. She sighed heavily.

A rough, uncaring hand shook her vessel. Impatient, lustful grunts reverberated against the smooth walls.

"Your wish is my command."

The lazy snake shriveled inside of her and then departed,

adding to the array of similar rivers that swirled round and round inside the genie.

 A lost cosmos inside a deep abyss.

27th December 2013


Faded Humming

Then She cradled the humans

hushing their cries that reached the sky.

"Let  it be my children,

won’t you please let it be.

As you kill me,

so shall you cease to be.”

Still, the children longed for a

Father who would never show Himself.

All the while abusing and ignoring Mother Earth

whom they could feel with all their senses.

27th December 2013


Holey Soul

Unsatisfied with being satisfied,

we go so far as to create a god

to pine for

and lament with not having.

15th December 2013

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あなたは何者ですか?what are you? 


突然死 Sudden death.

Mutation. 突然変異


15th December 2013

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1st November 2013

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Just Business

Some where,

Some how

she lost herself to the guilts of society/

Lost her mind to the madness of humanity.

This self-sacrificial guilt weighed on her mind heavily.

She could not cope with the reality of pure selfish intentions.

“It’s nothing personal.” The Man said with a starch smile.

"It’s only because you’re a woman and not rich or white.

However, you ARE Christian and Straight. So, we’ll cut you some slack. Heaven forbid you’d be an anarchist atheist, oh, or Lesbian. Then we’d really have to put your Black Ass.

 I mean Negro Derrière.

I mean, excuse me, African-American GluteusMaximus in prison or at the very least in a mental institution, because after all, you’d have to have had some sort of post- traumatic stress from some abusive sexual past therefore making you a dyke-atheist-anarchist. But, anyways, like I said.

Nothing Personal.”

D&V aka myself

10th October 2013

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A roll is a roll

constantly at odds, there is a part of humanity that digresses.

The part of us that gives into fear and hate.

We do not know who we are or why we came.

Constantly searching for some proof existence we

continue to wrap deeper within ourselves.

A self-centered being we are.

We cannot see that we are all connected.

Because we some how have reverted to an infantile show of emotions and knowledge

of the respect that life deserves, that all life is equal.

Nothing is greater than the other.

We equal each other out.

We cannot live without each other….

With one mind

one heart…..

what will we allow our world to become?

10th October 2013

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We should not abuse the ones we love.
If you can’t take the time to see their pain…
Perhaps there is a different definition for your
word love, than from mine.
— a bleeding heart

10th October 2013

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Tooled Meat

Yes, my love for you is


I can stab myself repeatedly for you

and yet I think you would not care,

would you?


Over and over

I would let you rape me.

This much I love you

and yet you still do not love me,

Still you do not love me

Infact you loathe me.

10th October 2013

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Mother Board’s Empathy has been Erased

She killed her twins

in the bath

'cause they cried

too much.

She said “it didn’t matter”

She could just make more later.

Just make more…..



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