My delicate amber, you, my autumn blood, where everything has withered, but you remain, you my rimm'd bower, my scarlet grotto, I have sharpened my élan vital under your darkest hues. You my autmn blood, I, your immortal seer, your winter bare, I am the dried cloves that you have pressed ceaselessly between your soul, and now, now I reek of eleemosynary rivets.

Channing M

Bouddica leading the battle with fire torches, detailed battalion scene, painting by Channing M

Ramblings¬

So every once in a while I do this, and even I do not know why,  Well, life has been a strange pulse for me lately, one moment it has been rising high, other times, it has been as quiet as a death, yet, my heart somewhere has been drowning as of late, and what my heart truly yearns for at least for the day is to sit at my old desk, seal a letter for you, I wish to write, just write my heart out, pages and pages, endlessly, a letter so long that your eyes besmirch my words with a drop of a tear, there, it would have become sealed and full of life.  cM

My love, ah, how much love you have in your eyes for me, here we stand at this bridge... interplaiting our fingers in one moment, in the next, I jump.

Channing M

How frightened can one possibly be, when one has grown nails sharper than that of Ghosts.

Channing M

I who travel under the dim seas, vext with a hungry heart, my thoughts, unburnish’d, store explosives like a contagion. Marred to the deepest degrees, I am a serpent of unknown origins, born amidst the dark, broad seas, I am a symphony, I am the broken light in many… Like leaves, I fall through and perish, like leaves —I turn, I decline, I grow from the bloodiest parts of me.

Channing M, The Monochrome of Darkness. (via de-morte)

“My darling, if there is a gift in afterlife, let death bless me with you.”

— Channing H.M (via de-morte)

“Darkness taught me, wounds raised me, nothing defined me.”

— Channing H.M

“The moment you decide to rise, you empower.”

— Channing H.M

“and then, the poison started burgeoning into a tree, bearing fruits in the shapes of ghosts, sneering at the creek. The distant shrieks started to emblaze its shine. I have often walked past by this tree, I thought to myself. I have often been this drupe, this ghost-like shape or perhaps I have often been this poison tree.”

— Channing H.M, The Monochrome of Darkness

“This nameless chassis in an unremembered alcove. Like a penumbra this room has eaten me alive, dismembered me. It remembers my bones, my aches, my throe, my wounds. Sempiternal. Undying a death that has crawled in formations of demons since eons. The day I die —relentlessly the thunder will roar with vertebrae of titanium. This earth will lambaste, obliterate in its heat. I have died many horrendous deaths; Needless to say, the final one will damage, Explode heavens.”

— Channing H.M, The Monochrome of Darkness

“There was someone terrible, dreaming inside me.”

— Channing H.M

I am a platter of many nights, served cold with a cutlery of cataclysmic stinging Nettles.

Channing M

Endeavor is the lover of the Destiny.

Channing M

Just added a new Instagram. Had to delete old one for personal reasons.

So if you wish to follow me you can follow me

New Instagram> @meteore_cm

Sketch by Channing M

If I am the moon, If I am the moonlight, she is my source. She is my sun. She who knows me better than anyone else, loves me the most. She planted the seed of  pride in my heart and within my soul... It was the seed that awakened the Abaddon, It started a war that would not quench itself until the footsteps of the judgement day was a mile away. Just as Ahirman's destiny was to lose, just as he himself led to his own downfall... So the seed of pride will prepare my end. As for every life there is, there is a judgement day.

Channing M, The Monochrome of Darkness