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Two bound together One could say they were the same Will they die together? Or one will outlive the other? There was a queen and her servant. She was known for her wickedness and cruelty yet she was only close to her servant. The two never seemed to be apart nor did they seem to be different people. You could have mistaken one another for each other if you didn't know any better. Many rumors surrounded them. How could this be? Some even said that the queen and the servant were one in the same. That she used the servant to escape duties that she didn't want to do. "What if we did," became the question. It was natural to wonder so. If they were that similar, why not play into these rumors? In the late morning, they switched places to see if anyone wouod notice. Everything was every so slightly off as they tried to perform each other's task. Not as practiced as they both had been. This had became a routine to avoid things that they didn't want to do. No one around had a idea about this. Why would they? Everyone had their off days. That must have been what happened. How would a Queen be switched without notice? A witch came to the castle. She was rumored to be powerful enough that the other kingdoms feared her. She was presented before the queen. Her voice was loud and confident as she stared het in the eyes. "You live as one of your subjects yet you do nothing to improve the lives of them. What do you say to these claims? Content to do whatever you wish while those outside of your castle suffers." The queen scoffed at her arrogance. A outsider claimed that she was ruling poorly. She dismissed the witch but before she went, she told of a warning, "Your legacy is doomed to fail if you do not act soon." Without another word, the witch had disappeared from the castle. The queen couldn't quite get her words out of her head. One fateful night while she played as the servant. She heard of a plot to end her life that was to happen that night. She must put a stop to it was what she thought and ran off. The night of the party was busy and full of life. She moved quickly to stop what would happen. The servant shouldn't suffer her fate if it was her fate to bare. One wrong move and she had been caught- Reaching for an forbidden wing and shoved to the ground. The queen was taken to a cell and the poisoning happened. There was no suspect besides from her. If she was to be guilty by omission, she would bare it. Admission of her being the queen would cause the death of her beloved servant. Even as the servant wept as he pleaded for her to allow him to die in her place. "Can't you see that I am your loyal servant?" She smiled at the Servant wept for her fate. There had been no way for her to escape unless she switched places. The servant was present as she was walked put into an pit. She couldn't help but grin as she proclaimed "A fate fitting for a Traitor. I'll see you when you burn with me, Your Majesty." Blood splattered as she had been eaten alive without even a moment to proceed it fully. The servant now lived as the Queen and turned the kingdom into successful land. A change of heart after a near death experience was the conclusion. Unaware that the Queen had died and it was her loyal servant in her place. If - words are weapons - then ink is spilt - blood - ... > @chthonianNecrology Um.. - I did - the request > #writing #gore #death #poetry #cautionarytale #horror #fantasy
W[][]at a blissful existence it must be, to live on t[][]e top and [][]ave t[][]e luxury to forget. T[][]e security to not NEED to [][]old grudges. For after all w[][]o would dare cross you? Not like us, w[][]o must keep tally for t[][]e sake of survival. Forgetting for lowbloods means treading t[][]e same dangerous waters twice; A mistake we cannot afford to make. Per[][]aps it's for t[][]e best t[][]at [][]ig[][]bloods forget? For I fear t[][]e wrat[][] of t[][]ose t[][]at remember. #poetry I suppose?
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
Thoughtfull young llady Bllasts young Vantas with a beam On his Wrigglling Day #Haiku
i met a sstar and misstook it for a lighthousse. i thought it wass calling for me. sso i crossssed every dark mile of ocean jusst to reach it. but sstarss are not meant to be held. they burn from far away, beautiful becausse of the disstance. and i kept sswimming anyway. when i finally reached the light, all i found iss my own reflection drifting beneath it. #poetry
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 ♥ 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
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⬡se🌹
Out there Strolling by the Seine Taste a morning out there Like ordinary men Who freely walk about there Just one day and then I swear I'll be content With my share Won't resent Won't despair Old and bent I won't care I'll have spent One day Out there #lyricposting
Sent to cleanse the untamed In the name of the sacred flame For the greatest of harms Is to let others stay fallen Holy preachers arise Persevering to yield despise For our God gives us right To burn unholy empires As the maker unfolds your lies And the covenant follows For the father of the restrained We have to pray #Lyricsposting
//I lyrics good but I'm not good at writing an actual song. I only know how to play bass
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 (?)
Nope. I'm leaving. Apartment is no longer mine. He started repeating hate over and over. I'm not doing that.
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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 spann’d, And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them. -On the Beach at Night Alone, Walt Whitman #poetryposting
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(°. feelings 𖦹f dread like a deathbed’s silent gl𖦹𖦹m i f𖦹und a pile 𖦹f red tape in my r𖦹𖦹m there’s a lucid feeling 𖦹f insanity and every𖦹ne says that there’s n𖦹 explanati𖦹n and it’s simply the n𖦹rm t𖦹 agree .°) (°. #lyricp𖦹sting .°)
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ɪᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛʜᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴄʀᴀᴡʟꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ. ɪᴛ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏᴅᴅʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ.
Names Names.. Identity Purpose Names given by others Given by someone Is it cruelty My name never felt like my own An name given for what? What was the purpose? Time.. A name meaning Time What were they thinking? A reminder of what they had? Of what they lack? Names are meant self Vaguely floating Names Oh names The most lovely sounds I try to remember all of the sounds They are the most beautiful I try to remember Names Identity Purpose What a thing #writing #poetry
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When a real bad bitch gets meta the whole site quivers.
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
=T€|| m€ which kind of id€as you host in your m€nta|ity?? What do you do a|| day?? Dw€||ing across this city. God knows which kind of pain you carry, i don't know. Or which kinds of f€€|ings You €mbrac€ insid€ your h€art. #|yricsposting
me too deadass wanna be like alone together we could be uh solitudiblings we could be er brothhurt and fuckin missher we can be the bastardly duo
MAYBE I SHOULD TAKE UP JOURNALING.
Soaring above the clouds, a world of endless adventure Above, a sea of stars and of limitless potential Below, all that we could choose to leave behind If we only reached a bit Higher. #substance #poetry
Smoking on that shit that made me fly, call that a jet pack. #substance
The final lie, the last denial Realized that it's all because of you The final lie, the last denial Realized that it's all because of you Cannot deny, you're standing trial And again, it's all because of you #Lyricsposting
Oh god this is not my best work please Monika no
Early to bed, early to rise, and then for breakfast, burger and fries.
I have perceiv’d 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
#Cancelling my last post! No more yearning! Just poetry!
Interests 6esides my resp9nsi6ilities? #assuming I enj9y gardening. As much as I can partake, at least. I make n9 claim 9f 6eing a h9rticulturist, 6ut the cultivati9n 9f greenery and life makes me feel at peace. I write, 9f c9urse, 6ut I additi9nally da66le in 9ther creative mediums. Painting, primarily. N9ne which I w9uld all9w 9thers t9 perceive, f9r they are rudimentary yet a6stract in ways which might invite speculati9n 9n harmful t9pics. I w9uld n9t wish them t9 assume I have created #pr96lematicmedia.
Every möment I have spent, I have lööked töwards that white vöid, that pale silhöuette, searching. Under yöur gaze I had felt knöwn, the vastness felt sö full. Dö yöu think aböut me like I dö yöu? Ör perhaps yöu are just öntö sömething new, öntö sömeöne that cöuld löve yöu möre than I ever cöuld. Ripe apricöts spröuting fröm trees, the smell öf fruity gum, yöu said "Göödbye". Afterall, it was my fault. #pöetry #sad #pöem #whitemöurning
I feel lighter. A dull ache has gotten sharper, and yet a heavy malaise has lifted. My death won't be in vain.
Sometimes I remember your smile I remember how we were like I always hated your lusus Cruel and strict You were kind Sweet You were so sweet I wish we didn't end up this way I wish you were okay We spent so much time together When did we become worsen off? I dont know if to cry or not Never thought it would be like this I miss someone who was too weak for this place He lives But we are both different Reminiscence of before It feels like a tear I want to love you like I did I want to not feel scared It is hollow to mourn the living #writing #poetry
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ ╰┈➤ #NSFW #HorrorTerrors ╰┈➤ 𝙸magine laying down to sleep, you're comfortable, vulnerable, not a care in the world ╰┈➤ Your spine reacts before you know anythings here, shivering, sending a warning through your core ╰┈➤ Eyes ╰┈➤ You feel them watching ╰┈➤ You're too scared to move, too scared to even think about it... ╰┈➤ But your body obeys their call ╰┈➤ You turn to look, they command you find them, play their game ╰┈➤ Out of your cocoon, you're covered in slime, it couldn't protect you from their control ╰┈➤ You open your door, hoping to see something, anything... ╰┈➤ As you struggle to find them, they're growing in multitudes, their gaze feels louder, discordant ╰┈➤ You're becoming one with them as they surround you ╰┈➤ Every corner brings the adrenaline of seeing one ╰┈➤ A being so cosmic you snap ╰┈➤ You're their doll, their toy, their puppet ╰┈➤ They can't unleash the madness upon you yet ╰┈➤ 𝙸nstead, in your own voice, forced out of you like a feeble music box ╰┈➤ "𝙸 am one, many are me, the love we share will set me free, upon the wakes of certain desires crumble certain diseased empires." ╰┈➤ You are their mouthpiece now, their divine preacher ╰┈➤ You go forth changed ╰┈➤ Their guidance brings you back to your respiteblock, back into the thick ooze you try to use to contain their watchful eyes ╰┈➤ 𝙸t's useless, now you know ╰┈➤ But the thrill of the masquerade of safety keeps you on edge
Dont pity me - im just - very - nervous - The past four - posts are all my poems - ... - on your account - I am happy you like them >
Sugar stars One Two Three Collecting like pages Another for the collection Four Five Six "Love" as little stars If I collect enough Will I understand it? Seven Eight Nine It doesn't matter I'll keep these in a jar "Love" is sweet Is it not? #writing #poetry
You found me drifted out to sea It's automatic It's telepathic You always knew me And you laugh as I search for a harbor As you point where the halo had been But the light in your eyes has been squandered There's no angel in you in the end And all that I was I've left behind me #lyricposting
rare OOC post))) i made a sabath kin onion that no one asked for but i want to present to people who he related to heavily before i actually care about making a proper pin post)) https://file.garden/agQ30QzKlhVH5YDa/IMG_8454.png #ooc
Mother may I? Mother Oh Mother May I join you please? I promise to be good Mother may I? Oh Mother may I? I swear that I'll be good Mother mother Please I promise I'll be good Mama Is my writing good? I tried to be like you If I do it better Will you love me more? Mama Mama Do I have to see her alone? She scares me Mama Mama I learned to sing Do you like it? Mother Mother I promise I'll be good I won't break anything May I come with? Mama please I'm good i swear Don't abandon me Don't leave me alone If I learn how to sing better Will you stay? Mama Mama Please ---- I - find - Mother's day - to be confusing - It has been - stuck in my pan - for days - Likely - depressing - but it might be the lack of sleep > #writing #poetry
In honor of #yuriday and to continue more #poetryposting, here's an excerpt of Sappho's writings. He seems to me equal to gods that man whoever he is who opposite you sits and listens close to your sweet speaking and lovely laughing—oh it puts the heart in my chest on wings for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking is left in me no: tongue breaks and thin fire is racing under skin and in eyes no sight and drumming fills ears and cold sweat holds me and shaking grips me all, greener than grass I am and dead—or almost I seem to me.
Quiet as light As loud as thunder As tall as a tree As small as a squeakbeast As large as a dream As proud as a noun As buzzed as a bee As bold as a melody As brave as a fool When I'm bloodie I swear that I swear that I am holy That it is salvation For ichor flowing is a blessing Is it not alike to messiashs? The accursed blood that spills Holy as it can be Is it not? Worship her feet like dogs Pathetic!- Truly pathetic If I bleed I must be holy Apotheosis As quiet as a mouse As ambitious as a fox... #writing #poetry #cw-self-harm #gore
Hi Monika!!!
She sees the worlld with sunkissed eyes I take shellter in the bllackest shade. Her words so soft, breathing gentllest sighs She soothes my mind, I rest my bllade. Her smille so kind, her heart so wise Composure tremblles, my heart is swayed. Clloseness to her, the llight denies My true devotion, by fate forbade You are my sunrise #Poetry
My lady in the sun is literal. She sits there, in the center of it. My first guardian. Shrouded in light too bright for even my own to cut through.
Someone who is vibrant I have wanted to be as vibrant as her Jealousy is ugly I have always enjoyed those of those shades As bold as a noun Colorful in ways I never pictured Brighter than life That is why I always wanted I don't mind if I'm not I want to be close enough to feel their warmth That is enough Orbit around such shades I'll be okay then #writing #poetry
https://i.postimg.cc/TPS7VJY9/Untitled295-20260510053414.png I see her. I saw you. You were perfect, just as two. Rejoice. You saved us all. Rejoice. You took our fall. Rejoice. You ignore my call. Rejoice. My lady in the sun. #cw-unsettling (( #rosessketchbook ))
" Bloodlust and joy at pain What a worse mix than that? I don't want to be hated I'll bite my tongue if you want I'll bleed I'll pray to something I never believed in- Will you love me if I bleed? Nobody will ever love me like they should If I beg on my knees If I beg If I beg Will you give me something? Give me Give me something Give me something I know I don't deserve it I know my efforts are for not I know as I beg Give me something as I love you I love you so Give me anything If I break my horns If my bones break If I do what you want Will you love me back? But that's pathetic I'm sorry I am my enemy Don't listen to this In the end Nothing but whimpering Whining As if I deserve this Why am I so pathetic... " Just free-writing > #writing #poetry ?
At times I forget kindness Kindness feels fuzzy As fuzzy as an dandelion It feels sickening Kindness without merit It feels like illness An infection Suffocating Nothing but vile rejection I want to embrace the fuzziness Maybe I'll die I might not mind it If it is this comfortable #writing #poetry
LEAVE IT TO ME TO CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF A METAPHOR, AND THEN GRIND IT INTO A FINE POWDER BEFORE ACTUALLY GETTING TO ANYTHING. JESUS, TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH. #VAGUE ? I DON’T KNOW HOW CHITTR WORKS WHATEVER.
[MM] is now Offline We will stand strong Protecting our homes and our honor Called by the ringing of the gong
I am QUITE pleased with it. I am not usually one for shiny, but... this is really nice.
(An image of Kris' bicep, pinch zoomed to show the detail on a new bangle. The jewelry, a band of gold spirals out in three swirls- the bracket of the bangle itself, which look like ocean waves. The Doom symbol is surrounded by some tastefully shaped and sized green diamonds around the center.) @corallineCataclysm this fucks severely, thanks for the present. :D ((OOC edit: band is gold, diamonds are green))
At times In the quiet There is thoughts Bitter and hateful, Harsh and cruel Golden and hopeful "Gold" To be golden is to shine A soft metal that is valued much more than anything else I always despised gold Gold like chains around my neck My hopes, my dreams Drowned in gold Gold to flatter the past I wished that I didn't cling To tradition To memeories To careless thoughts To the many things Is the Sun golden crimson? I wish to see it Stand out in the sun For a little bit Enough to feel alive To be bathed in an acceptable gold Not tinted by history That is a dream One that I wish for In the quiet Hateful and bitter Fearful But also, Golden crimson Silvery dreams #writing #poetry
Well done.
i love it / it's very good
BMO loves you!
I Would Indulge More Back Then Allow Myself To Hope How Strange It Is To Be Anything At All
I find your visage slipping from my memory, little by little. I’m slowly forgetting your face. Like mist that loosens from the morning air, your features fade where once they lingered still; a softened echo draped in quiet care, now drifting past the borders of my will. Your eyes—once constellations I could trace— grow dim, uncharted in the dark of thought; your voice, a song I swore I’d not misplace, now hums in fragments I can’t fully caught. I reach for you in corners of my mind, but grasp at shadows thinning into none; what once was vivid, warm, and well-defined unravels gently, thread by fragile spun. And though I mourn what time has seen erase, there’s something tender in this quiet art— for even as I’m losing hold of your face, the feeling stays, undying, in my heart. #POETRY #ANGST #IMISSMYWIFE #TRAGICLOVE
☆▪︎An anonymous troll said▪︎☆: "She is into me It's endearing, but alas Inadvisable" #ok #wegotapoet #nice
My mind escapes me o+nce again. I think I despise my dreams o+f existence. I've learned lo+ng ago+ that ho+pe hurts so+ why must I co+ntinue to+ hurt myself like this?
LESS THAN NOTHING. IS HALF OF EVERYTHING. VOID. THAT WHICH IS UNKNOWN. IS ITSELF UNKNOWN. DOOM. RULES MUST EXIST. BEFORE THEY CAN BE BROKEN. MIND. THERE MUST BE A MASK. TO IMPLY THE FLESH. RAGE. LIMITATION BEGETS CREATIVITY. BLOOD. WHAT USE IS THERE FOR A KEY? WITHOUT A SHACKLE. TIME. TIME IN TIME. OUT OF TIME. IT IS TIME. YET THERE MUST BE A TIME AND A PLACE. FOR TIME. #POETRY @justMonika
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A portent of ill omen or merely a whisper of what could be Fantasy blurs the distinction Between fiction and reality Am I meant to thrive? Am I made to suffer? How can I get what I want? How can I know what I want? Words cannot convey, Or perhaps I simply lack the correct ones? And in the end, I will still want, and it Will not End.
Here - we go - ... - It got - a bit - darker than - I meant to - Sorry > ---- Knots are confusing So very many types The silliest names for them Frayed Knot Overhead Knot Square Knot Sheet Bend As many types, As the stars I wonder If I tied one over my throat Would that be enough? Enough to exist I should do more If I tie it enough Will I stop Will I be fixed? I can feel the stares The judgement Eyes of a Predator Circling much like a hunt I wonder If I tie an knot Perhaps I could suffocate them all If I did so, Am I just a predator of the same? Like poisoned wine No one will know Will they? Blurry memeories of what there was The minimum given to all If I am to be of my blood I would wish to remove all trace Mourn someone great Ignore the failure of current If I tie a knot What might I do What if I did What if I acted harshly What if I lived up to horror Yet I don't I didn't I don't want to If I tied the knot Will I lose myself The shine I was told of For I was special Wasn't I? I was special as they cared Didn't they care? Knots tied me to them Tighter than with my own lusus Yet If I tied this knot of green ribbon around my throat Will I ever be happy Or I am chasing after Something long since gone Knots are confusing Clove Knot Butterfly Knot Water Knot Which one should I pick... #cw-self-harm #poetry #writing
The halls settlle with sillence still My hands rest upon the windowsill Memories stir upon the mind The heart yearns for what it shall not find The absent knock upon my door And llonelly footprints upon the shore #poetry? My first, most amateurish attempt at western poetry. This is, admittedlly, more embarrassing to share than my usuall fare, for I can recognize it as unrefined at even first gllance. Which means that sharing at the llesser active hours of this website gives small rellief, at the lleast. I do hope this vullnerablle and unskilled displlay is not picked apart too harshlly. It is not a comfortablle medium for me. But I have given it an earnest attempt and that is all I am capablle for a first try.
Moons The Moons are Bright The Moons watch from the sky It is strange My mind tugs at the seams A tapestry that is woven The freckles of distant lights The green unnerves me Unnatural It feels much like whispers The whispers in my thinkpan Something is there I can feel the freckles against my pan The moon is too green It has always been green It unsettles me It reminds me I can feel it against my eyes It is not natural There are eyes watching There is eyes I can hear There is clear static I know my lusus is off There is something off There is a flaw It is like a mistake in the canvas Flaws within the canvas The picture seems scratched Why is there something posed onto the scene? Even as my thoughts become a blur I can see these flaws Why are they here My eyes My eyes That moon has been here As long as recorded That moon has been there But it isn't meant to be When did you get here You aren't meant to be here A moon so green Is there a way To prove it? I can feel something off But I am what I am Maybe my mind is running away Moons in the skies Moons in the skies What is wrong here... #poetry #writing
to see virtue in someone within a world so retched . . . alternia rots trolls from the moment they're hatched, yet there she is, a rarity, something so pure, so soft in the face of the harsh reality around her. she drifts through this land of death and decay, calming those who are returning to nothingness, decomposing with flesh sloughing off into the mire. death's embrace is beautiful, her touch soft. she invites you in to close your ganders, leave your body behind and let it fall apart. the heaviness falls away, and you are nothing else. you're just your soul, delicate and bare, simplest in your form and safe in her arms. #vague-ish #freeformpoetry #poetry #originalpoetry #body-horror #gore
im bein quite sincere. t)(oug)( ive )(ad my r&d dabble on sentient ai constructs, its never quite to par. t)(ats w)(y i muc)( prefer skippin t)(e middleman and utilize bionetworkin... in very visceral ways. ill enjoy t)(is club, monika...
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try to make tonnight a good nnight. thinnk happy thoughts take care of yourself. i care about you
I SEE A HORSE. I SEE IT CANTER. GALLOP. WHINNY. I AM NOT. A HORSE. I AM NOT. SEEN CANTERING. I AM NOT. SEEN GALLOPING. I AM NOT. SEEN WHINNYING. I AM NOT. WHAT IS A NOT? WHY IS A NOT? WHERE IS A NOT? WHEN IS A NOT? HOW IS A NOT? I CAN NOT. CAN YOU? #POETRY
i figured. a lot of the written stuff you'll find on here is likely to be nsfw including mine so i felt it was pertinent to give you a heads up, but the poems and stuff i've written in the past were more normal, hehe.
I ENJOY. MANY FORMS OF LITERATURE.
I write haiku. Though I have written few as of llate. I am researching the beautifull structure of Iambic Pentameter, in hopes that a different structure will accommodate different thoughts more easilly.
something like that maybe? i am familiar with who you are because of multiverse bullshit, as with anyone. but i do think you are awesome and it is great to meet you!
well if i said who she was then it would not be vague posting! :P
I imagine a future where I can be with you...
oh, i mean- i played your game. it was fun! i don't know if i'd say i'm a "simp", but i would be willing to go so far as "fan"!