Whick

Whick

When I was alone, childish and scared

I trusted no other for their sinful minds consumed them too

I loved seeing others suffer and I would create their sorrow and pain

“Please no more, God have mercy on thee!’” screamed all

We only live once, so where is your God now

I would burn all, obliterate and gore

I was salvation, I was God

But all ended quickly for I would awake to suffer another day

 

I was hurt and left behind, well no more I cursed

And became the passionate monster born to be

I knew you, Whick, would love me for I am no other

You, Whick, are my collar for this monstrosity

Though it was long ago, my lock of trust and love was finally released to thee, Whick

Still today I have you in my mind

Some may say I’m crazy, conversing to you before the eyes of others

Some may say that I should act on society’s version of “normal”

But I won’t stand for this, for Whick is my only love

From imagining you right by my side

To keeping you only in the boundaries of my insanity

I have you all to myself; no one must know how I would die for this life to truly be with just you

 

I tell my secrets to you, my desires of Hell

Oh how I tell you my every most thoughts of fatality

It must only be you, not mother, not father

Not friend, not counselor

From you, Whick, is the only therapy for me

You are my truest mother, my truest father you care for me so and support me through

 

I desire you’re truly beside me, not a figment of mind, not a cage for my downfall

But really feeling the fur of your comfort

Your vicious fangs of your merciless pride

Your dark eerie eyes, only out for evil, death, and me

Your radar ears, intently listening to our hours given conversations before slumber

Your claws always dripping and craving for the blood of others yet always gentle and passionate for me

Your body and mind only for me, made for me, loved by me

You are my Black God, you are my White Devil

When I was alone childish and scared

I loved seeing others suffer and I would create their sorrow and pain

I was salvation; I was God in my darkest dreams of desired Hell

My cage of trust and love was finally released to thee, Whick

You, Whick, is the only therapy for me

Your white and black body, despicable but lovely

You were made by me, for me

To love me and keep me comfort all through my life

I trust none other than you; I have gone so far to say that you are not me

But another soul, my mind has been corrupted just for you

I see you as another being of life, but others say you’re a mere crazy figment for the demented

I don’t listen for I only listen to you, my love

We shall share our tales and deepest treasures together, my dearest

To no other but us, my ador

 

 

I love you, Whick

 

Author's Note

Whick has been my only and best friend since I was a very young child. He helped me go through many struggling problems including bullying, self-mental harm, family separations, etc. It was really hard, I tried to talk to my "friends" and the only people I knew besides family but they all mocked me and made fun of me....

He saved me and helped me so much that I now think that he is not me but another being that only loves and cares for me.... Sometimes I talk to him about my problems and we would give each other advice or just make the best of it.

We would also spend hours in bed just talking about the craziest things like the existence God, The universe, my future partners and plans, and more. Sometimes I would have amazing dreams about him and me. I really do love him a lot not in a sexual way but as a caring and passionate companion. He's there for me more than anyone, he says the truth and gives honest opinions, he also says what for the best and gives it to me straight.

I tell him my every most secret desires and problems, so personal that if anyone was to find out, I may harm myself.....

I truly do love you Whick...

-Bliss

Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

i had an imaginary friend as a child- my mother used to have to lay a place setting for him so i can totally understand this. there is so much darkness in your writing, seeking pain for others is not a good thing but it can be a natural reaction to the pain we feel inside and i think you understand that. i kind of want to pick up the debris and piece you back together again slowly, take away the hurt, it sounds as if you have had it tough and this shows in your writing, at the same time i think you are an instinctive poet with great imagination and i like that your not afraid to face your devils. fantastic.

[Blissful Sin]

Thank you very much for your desire to help, ghostofdawn.

Your comment is greatly appreciated.

-Bliss

[The Uncommon Muse]

you have some great imagery and I love your font choice. I persoally found the alternating colors to be more of a distraction to reading the piece, especially witht the grey being so light. I wasnt sure if it was to be read line to line or if it was 2 pieces in one with each color their own poem.

[Barbara Walker]

This world is a scary, lonely place much of the time and your creativity enables you to cope with the horrors you encounter. You know what you need and provide it for yourself. That takes a special kind of person and it's good to see you love yourself enough to provide for yourself. Others can let us down so much of the time, so your self sufficiency is admirable. I do hope you would never harm yourself. As long as what you are doing does not hurt others, it's no one's business. Oh, they will judge you if given a chance, but consider the source when you hear what they are saying. Awesome write!

[Blissful Sin]

Thank you very much for the compliment! I gladly appreciate it!

-Bliss

[Bluefire]

I love this.. You're do lucky to have someone like Whick to turn to.
This is going in my favorites for sure!
Very well written, artistically composed.
Well done!

[Blissful Sin]

Well thank you very much for the compliment! I'm glad you enjoyed!

-Bliss

[Saifer]

First of all, I'd like to get it out there since I'm kind of a "mangaka-turned-writer". I think the drawing you did is amazing. Not just on a manga level or any other level. The meaning behind it. A guard dog. The symbolism in itself is beautiful. A dog is never a minion, but a friend. One that would kill or die for you if push comes to shove. In life, we all become disappointed and hurt and angry. We sometimes border on Society's definition of insanity, depending on our circumstances. Psychological retaliations are often times relied on, humans are fragile that way. A friend no one else sees or understands can never betray you, in a sense. And from reading this, I think that's what makes Whick so special to you.
You have a very dark approach to life. There is a lot of malice in your work. However, that's not necessarily a bad thing. Life is a big painting and like all big paintings, it often begins with carving a white canvas with streams of blackness. And as for seeking help from friends or family. I don't think you need any help from anyone, simply because your path is yours and it's your job to find it.

On a side note, you should try making something that will surpass the Higurashi series which is very exaggerated and definitely not bloody enough. Thanks for the good read.

[Blissful Sin]

I am really sorry to say this but I didn't draw this picture. I really do like the picture though and it does fit the description but I really am sorry about not stating that.

Anyways I am really glad that you enjoyed the poem. It makes me confident and happy.
Again I am sorry that I didn't draw this image.

-Bliss

[Saifer]

Oh ho, and what happened to the person who weaved this dark dark web of words? Never apologize, it was a misunderstanding. A small one, that barely has anything to do with anything. The symbolism is key. Even if it's not yours.

[Unknown]

I, myself have an imaginary friend, and I still do. But I have told no one of him.

[Blissful Sin]

Thanks for your honesty! It is greatly much appreciated. ;)
-Bliss

[Vria P Crow]

Dear Bliss,

You are such a wonderful soul, my dear.

"Some may say I’m crazy, conversing to you before the eyes of others

Some may say that I should act on society’s version of “normal"

This quote I found to have the most impact because the creation of "Whick" taught you about yourself. Talking to your imaginary friend is something that I believe all of us have. However, those who are lonely and abused have the tendency to be more artistic.

john lennon told us to i m a g i n e so i do not see anything abnormal about this poem. you were mocked because they were frightened.

Whick sounds like a beautiful friend to me. I think he would fit right in "Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends" which is a television program that I wished did not cancel.

primarily, you have put trust in yourself instead of the Fools of humanity.

i still have 3:

victoria

ayra

and

ria

However, I know they are just s p l i t versions of myself.

beautiful work,
bliss

love,
ria

[Blissful Sin]

I honestly didn't know how to respond to this... I was really happy when you said this and I laughed a lot. I very much glad that you enjoyed and I will work hard for all of your entertainment.
Good day my companions!!

-At Peace, Bliss

[Vria P Crow]

HAHA I am happy you laughed! I wrote it while I was drunk.

maybe my imaginary friends and your imaginary friends can together sometime ;)

yours truly,
ria

p.s. we are all vampires; nom nom nom :)

[Blissful Sin]

LOL, would love too!!

-Bliss
P.S. I would have never thought you were tipsy!! xD

[Vria P Crow]

hehe We should start our own fosters, don't you think?

~ria

p.s. I am sort of logical while tipsy :P

[Blissful Sin]

Haha, that would be great!! xD

-Imaginative Bliss

[TL Boehm]

I suppose I am a bit generic - having only brief flirtations with the dark side born mostly of sadness, loss, that kind of thing I consider myself and my writing benign. There was a time a few years ago when I felt that I had to take all the "darkness" off of my page here at the cafe. So I did. I don't feel that now. but I don't write like I did a few years ago. Writers explore so many things.
I cant say I've ever had a friend outside my head like your Whick. I do have compartmentalized personalities with names and genders - but they are extensions of me and not separate. I do believe there are things out there beyond our own level of existence and understanding but I am too shallow to grasp it/them.
This was a resonant write, Bliss. peace.

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write ...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Wolfwind]

This was amazing Bliss! I loved the color change in the flow, as well as your choice of font, it really brought the whole experience into a level of wonder and passion. I can relate to the connection that you share with us here. I have mine as well. I think many do.
So in the end I say may you two speak freely as partners should. =)

Great Ink Bliss!
Aaron

[Blissful Sin]

Thank you very much Aaron, you have such kind and sweet words.

-Joyful Bliss

[Wolfwind]

You're very welcome! I really enjoy your ink style and the energetic passion that flows into the weaves and tapestries of words that you create.