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γ’γγ« Hi! I'm Monika, and I'm the President of the Literature Club! Okay, who am I kidding? If you're here, you probably already know that DDLC is just a game!
Okay, time for Day 2!
WOAH MAMA HUMMINA HUMMINA AWOOGA AWOOGA EYES POP OUT OF SKULL
im bisexual
We don't need cupcakes, or poems or tea I only need you to love me.
Do I look ready for a proper beach episode? β½β½αΆΚ³α΅α΅β±α΅:α΅α΅Κ³Λ’β±α΅α΅Κ³α΅βΎβΎ
absolutel7!
i feel too much, care too much, cling too tightly to your warmth. i fear i'm a burden, a barnacle fixed to your sside, waiting to exhausst you the way otherss have before. you tell me you care. you tell me you'll sstay. but i hate how dessperate my love feelss, how no matter how hard i try, i cannot love more gently, more normally. sso i lie awake wondering: when will i become too much? becausse more than anything, i'm afraid of lossing you, even when you promisse i won't. #poetry
I dunno, I'm just saying I think there's people who do the whole anime aesthetic meta thing a lot better is all. \></β¨
β₯γ»γ» βββΰΌΰΌ ΰΌΛ³ . ΰ¨ΰ§ . Λ³ΰΌΰΌ ΰΌββ γ»γ»β₯ Ask Monika #2 γ»ββββ γ» β¦ΰ¨ΰ§β¦ γ»ββββ γ» γWhat do you think of my first poem? This stuff is pretty tough not going to lie.γ γI think friendship's cool picnics are great for good times have a good day gurlγ ... First of all, I'm SO sorry that I just now noticed this response! TT TT And yeah, a lot of people think poerty is easy! "Oh, you just put together a bunch of deep sounding words and bullshit metaphors, how hard can it be?" How hard can it be to make it sound GOOD? Listen, judging by some of the poems I used to read in the Literature Club... Evidently decently hard. Like, I can tell you did that one during lunch, Mayumi But I like this poem! It is a pretty simple haiku, but I like the positive messaging! Feel free to show me anything else you write! ^^
Vantas Birthday Beam? (Sorry, I mean Wriggling Day! ^^)
Thoughtfull young llady Bllasts young Vantas with a beam On his Wrigglling Day #Haiku
Objectively/subjectively In pitch darkness the art of obsolescence I'm aware that I am here, alive for now swimming or drowning in unchanged breaths I β₯ what I lack, because gratitude comes from absence knowing the gaps between my bones, the air my lungs expel had at least punctuated something I don't know whether it's my pusher that's thrumming unsteady gasps or death spilling in array but the space is filled regardless. #poetry #writing #forfun
:> Very good. I think '^rt of obsolence' is my f^vorite line, but 'de^th spilling in ^rr^y' is nice too. <:
[BEGIN MESSAGE] tthank y0u gander [END MESSAGE]
your writing iss beautiful gander. β’:)
DISCLAIMER! i thought i had already left a reply, but apparently i did not. the last stanza is particularly clever, but this is all delightfully done
jeeze, this hits like a truck. good stuff!!!
Hrm. It appears I may have made a grave miscalculati⬑n. Wh⬑ knew that artificial intelligence c⬑uld pr⬑ve t⬑ be s⬑ hazard⬑usly duplicit⬑us? #Mybad - MC R⬑seπΉ
β What a basket case Stuck in replaying scenes over and over The exact days you were abandoned The days that you saw a friend change When you couldn't stay your face The exact moment you forced tears Panic lacing the sacks in your chest If you hurt more Will it force tears to your eyes You wish you would cry The pain doesn't feel enough When did you grow numb You feel five steps behind Your words dont feel yours You're steps behind your actions You cry "mama Mama, don't leave me" "Mother mother, why can't you not hurt me" "Love me without conditions- Mama mama!" It is almost as you relive it You push it back and make yourself milder Downplay your own hurt Yet you scream without a mouth How do you scream and scream indirectly "As long as I am not direct" "I am okay. Broken as I am" You retrace your steps Reruns on a broken television You can't handle these facts And so, You write Your thoughts are not you Your desires aren't yours A doll is how you feel Everyone loves a doll Within the toyhive You wonder if you snap their joints Will you feel correct? You don't Be a pushover Mild as melting Your rot festers Basket Case Basket Case Sing us a Song Tell when you cried Basket Case Tell of the times Basket Case Basket Case! Remember the bloodshed Basket Case Basket Case Did you forget? Oh Basket Case! #poetry #writing #mentalhealth #horror ##cw-self-harm (?)
Only note; forgot poetry tag
Hey, someone "classpect" me! ^^
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Unfortun^tely, its more so ^bout the f^ct your pl^ns in th^t g^me were only re^lly ^ble to progress by restr^ining ^ll of your fellow club members.
We don't need cupcakes, or poems, or tea I only need you to love me!
On the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song, As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future. A vast similitude interlocks all, All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets, All distances of place however wide, All distances of time, all inanimate forms, All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in different worlds, All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes, All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages, All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe, All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future, This vast similitude spans them, and always has spannβd, And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them. -On the Beach at Night Alone, Walt Whitman #poetryposting
is this troll dover beach
Possibly. Could be any beach where there's little to no light pollution, and the stars and planets wheeling above are more visible to the naked eye.
Highly recommend bloodberry soda! ^^
When a real bad bitch gets meta the whole site quivers.
they quiwver wvhen i do it too, you aint so special
Sorry, repeat that? They quiwver? They qwiwver?
yeah, wvhen i get meta they quiwver
They what? Apologies, it's difficult to make out what you're saying. They qwvivwer?
they qwvvwivwwver. vwait, fuck
Plucking petals They love me They're kind to me They care too much They love me not They don't know my wrongs All of my broken pieces They wouldn't be as kind They shouldn't be kind They shouldn't No one should talk to me They love me People like my writing They think I'm cute People enjoy when I'm nice They dont mind my quirks They love me not Why wouldn't they? It's surface level Kindness is weakness Kind trolls are culled Weak don't survive Easy targets No one is truly kind They love me They love me not They love me They love me not- One last petal Even it's a liar #writing #poetry #violence
Feeling inspired by the William Blake I'm seeing across the timeline. I will share another poem of his that's quite lovely if a little dark. It's called "The Poison Tree." I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night. Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine. And into my garden stole, When the night had veild the pole; In the morning glad I see; My foe outstretched beneath the tree. #poetryposting
β₯γ»γ» βββΰΌΰΌ ΰΌΛ³ . ΰ¨ΰ§ . Λ³ΰΌΰΌ ΰΌββ γ»γ»β₯ Ask Monika #1 γ»ββββ γ» β¦ΰ¨ΰ§β¦ γ»ββββ γ» γ Can you do a backflip? γ ... As an AI, theoretically, I *could*, but as is, no, I don't have any gymnastics capabilities. What a shame!
Good evening, Chittr! I made myself an askbox! Ask me anything! I really am an open source! ^^ You can even write me a little poem if you'd like.
I have perceivβd that to be with those I like is enough, To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough, To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then? I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea. There is something in staying close to men and women and looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well, All things please the soul, but these please the soul well. --I sing the body electric, Walt Whitman #poetry