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there was this sword around the way
spears all I really want is (spears!) and in the morning it's (swords!) 'cause in the evening it's (beams!)
THERE WILL COME SOFT ACIDIC RAINS AND THE SMELL OF THE MUDDIED GROUND, AND WINGBEASTS CIRCLING WITH THEIR SHIMMERING SOUND; AND GENESIS FROGS IN THE POOLS SINGING AT NIGHT, AND WILD FRUIT TREES IN TREMULOUS WHITE, SINGING-WINGBEASTS WILL WEAR THEIR FEATHERY FIRE WHISTLING THEIR WHIMS ON A PICKET FENCE-PYRE; AND NOT ONE WILL KNOW OF THE WAR, NOT ONE WILL CARE AT LAST OF WHO REALLY WON. NOT ONE WOULD MIND, NEITHER BEAST NOR CUTLERY IF TROLLKIND WERE TO HAVE PERISHED SO UTTERLY; AND SPRING THIYME HERSELF, WHEN SHE WOKE AT DUSK, WOULD SCARCELY KNOW THAT WE WERE ALL BUT A MERE HUSK. NOW TO ALL A GOOD LIGHT, I CAN FEEL THE GLOW OF MY SCREEN BURNING INTO MY RETINAS
it's the fear of being replaced it's the fear of being changed it's the pain of being erased it's not wanting to let go it's the scars cut to the bone its you leaving me alone its not feeling like im home its forgetting my own face #poetry #cw-self-harm
I*ve Got More Zi*ppers than You Could Even Beli*eve, more Than Any Troll you Have Ever Met. zwi*p. sorry my Armpi*t fly Was Down.ᛝ
I should take a new selfie
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Yay! Hi, Monika!
Love tastes sour Sugar stars gathered in a jar They should be sweet The jar isn't full But nor is it empty Love is meant to be sweet Bitter at times Sharp and metallic Never as sweet as I thought But, It's better than sweet A jar of stars Sugar stars Sugar stars Eleven Twelve Understanding of this, may take later than I thought #writing #poetry
Stop smoking, seriously. This just irrit8ted me so 8adly.
why have i no wings to float into the sky like the wind, like the clouds like the stars, like the moon to sink into the night enveloping everything why have i no wings? don’t forget those days overflowing with love i can't even remember your face... #lyricposting
When i shut my eyes Dust of what has been Always lurks It whispers tales Tales that must be told If no one hears Then what was the purpose? If i don't suffer Every second Through this Who will listen? One must listen To the tales ... - none of - it is - working well - maybe another one will work better - ... > #writing #poetry
if i had one last moment, i’d rip open my chest, exposing the organ beneath, my pusher bloodied, beating, begging. such desperate flesh, calling out for one last touch. vessels intertwined with tissue would lose their way, disconnecting with the innate desire to snake around your form, twisting, twining, tying themselves together to rope you in, entrapping you once again. our lips would meet, and a simple whisper uttered, “sweeps have been long, yet an eternity ahead? i still cannot fathom . . . the horrific fate before me, the inevitability of solitude. yet i cannot have you, i cannot hold you, i cannot need you.” the words would leave my lips, final goodbyes left unsaid, for i cannot think to utter the words, but my pusher would still cling. the veins would hold you tight, selfish in their desire, until the tissue gives, abandoning the desolate cage, in favor of a deathly communion. #gore #horror #poetry #poem #freeformpoem #death #body-horror #metaphoric
can you just... captchalogue someone? just straight up, put a guy in a captchalogue card
I was always shaping people's realities though. As soon as I was able to do so.
"you" i love the way you ssay my name, the way you laugh, the way you look at me like i'm ssomeone worth choossing. i never thought i'd be loved like thiss, sso gently, sso completely. if i could keep one thing forever, i'd keep every moment with you. every laugh, every time you choosse to *be* with me… you're my favorite thought, my ssafesst place, the one i’ll alwayss look for in a crowd. i love you, gander. more than i know how to ssay, and more than i think i'll ever be able to truly expressss. <> @televissedAviamor
What for it to be, To be there, you next to me, Yet so far away do you feel, To what end? This despair, Crushes much more painfully, More truly then the ocean, This ocean which keeps us apart. #poetry
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༻ 𖤓 distant starlight, h☼w i ad☼re h☼w unattainable y☼u simply are y☼ur flickers entice and draw me in and yet y☼ur c☼ldness sh☼ves me away #p☼etry ☾ ༺
Another night, another Haiku rotted upon the lliterary vine.
ivwe nevwer been meta in my life. thats not my schtick, evwen a lil bit. promise.
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༻𐫱༺ 𝒽ow eassy: 𝒽ow eassy it iss to t𝒽ink of deat𝒽 as t𝒽e end🌻 𝒽ow eassy to ssee it as ssomet𝒽ing sso final🌻 𝒽ow eassy it iss to assssume t𝒽e lig𝒽t be𝒽ind t𝒽e eyess going out iss t𝒽e lasst t𝒽ing t𝒽at will 𝒽appen🌻 𝒽ow eassy it iss to forget t𝒽e life t𝒽at comess from t𝒽e decay🌻 𝒽ow eassy to ignore t𝒽e way t𝒽e muss𝒽roomss find t𝒽eir place🌻 𝒽ow eassy to missss t𝒽e ssmall t𝒽ingss making t𝒽eir 𝒽ome in t𝒽e remnantss🌻 𝒽ow eassy t𝒽e cycle of life iss forgotten and warped into a line🌻 𝒽ow eassy it would be to remember🌻 𝒽ow eassy🌻 #poetry attempt #deat𝒽 ༻𐫱༺
Mine ethereall pusher doth pump at heightened pace.
8=l < A lone mare goes prancing 8=l < On a moonlit night so dear 8=l < She searches for a handsome 8=l < Stallion, that much is clear 8=l < But her hoofsteps take her farther 8=l < Along the river long 8=l < Her search becomes a bother 8=l < She's found none of whom she's fond 8=l < Cheer for our little mare 8=l < For there's always one for her 8=l < Love will be in the air 8=l < Of that we'll all be sure #poetry #heph-writes
༻ 𖤓 ☼, sharp beak, sh☼ut y☼ur freed☼m t☼ the skies ab☼ve. ☼, str☼ng wings, carry y☼ur b☼dy t☼ h☼riz☼ns unkn☼wn. ☼, little feet, run, walk, h☼p as far as y☼u can. ☼, little beakbeast... never st☼p y☼ur j☼urney. keep y☼urself high, keep y☼urself pr☼tected, keep y☼urself free. #p☼etry ☾ ༺
Wel~l yeah, but if I posted like, "man my pal Hicari is sil~ly!" I wouldn't expect her to com~ment on it within twenty seconds, that's some serious spe~ed babes.
I *actual~ly* got a thumbdrive necklace after playing D~DLC when I was like seven it's so over for me.
:o) Good evening, dear friends :o) I trust you are all well? :o) It has been some time, no? :o) I apologize for that. :o) What have you been up to in my absence? Is the world still turning where you are? or has everything ceased to be. have the meteors come for you? landed in lawnrings and taken everything with them? :o) You needn't be frightened. The beginning of the end is happening all the time. :o) As is the end of the end. And all that comes before it. :o) Truly the beginning and the end are one in the same. :o) The biggest juju of all, is time itself. :o) Though Time was never really my strong suit, hm? I merely adopted it from my Lord with his guidance. :o) Ah, but listen to me prattle on. The time I have allotted for you draws short. :o) Listen. Do you hear that ticking? The sway of the pendulum from which his Handmaid will step forth and bring all to ruin? Sweet, sweet music... :o) Keep your eyes open, my friends :o) Keep looking behind you.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore! Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." The Raven, by Edgar Allen Poe
everything is "real". - The Mystical Potion Seller Guy Man
Hi for a little
3> The cat is dead. Thank you, oh worthwhile thing to pray, Loud and often, so sleepy silent. Those with feelings, Wonderous kind, Our love with kittens Ever bind. <3 3> https://file.garden/aXcM61DU1BidR0S-/cat-and-her-kittens-louis-wain.jpg <3
< yrteop# serugif gnicnad ruoF htaed fo sessik eerhT snroh fo stes owT repap fo eldnub enO >
i livwe a life of colored melody some think its cool, some think its strange a shift of manic hues, a crippling beneath all the fuzz is a feeling and a need to strain vwhat is killing i need to lowve, be lovwed, belowved, lowve me say "i do" she has a siren vwoice of certainty a livwely prose, a natural gloom she wvields a kiss of incredulity and i ewvery time feel amazing in her almond eyes made for gazing i simply must be lovwing you a femme fatale, a vwild slay i knowv i wvill (man, just keep your cool) but, oh my wvill (boy, just keep your cool) givwes vway i think im cavwing to delirium hovw did this temptress come my wvay? wvith evwery step its getting serious and i ewvery time feel amazing in her almond eyes made for gazing i simply must be lovwing you #lyricsposting
The sunset beckons with different hues. Red, yellow, violet. See one, you've seen them all. And yet. And yet. That perfect dusk. It commands. It beckons. It sticks. That night after night after night. Why? Why can you not sleep through? Why must you return? What is so special? A life, a death, one of infinite, but it is special. A memory. A prison. The sunrise beckons with different hues. Violet, yellow, red. See one, you've seen them all. And yet. And yet. #Poetry #TheBardsTexts #DarkAcademia #EvilCottagecore #Catharsis #MyRubiah #FloridLanguage #✩₊˚.⋆☾𓃠☽⋆⁺₊✧ #MyQueen #RequiresAHighEQ #༘⋆ #StarPost #Bacchanalia #MyAngel #StarPost #DarkAndStormy #Evanescere #⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ⊹₊ #ComesWithBaggage
((omg...i didnt even know you existed here this is awesome LMAO))
< yrteop# erog# sdne ti litnu stpmetta ruoF doolb fo srettalps eerhT sregnif nekorb owT htaed fo daelp enO >
၄⋆၃ she wanted a pixture of the both of us so of xourse i had to xomply and take a pixture :) https://file.garden/aKkRsLq5LD-L0rFq/selfie.png
ff|rest bAtch o drAww|ngfs :) @A|enkAnoAhegAo @rAmbl|ng|nd|v|duAl @n|ghtshAdeNecromAn|A @empyreAnsApothehos|s @heret|cCAcophony @mAlleAblePersonAge
Small gestures of love to show that you're thinking about them. Doesn't have to cost money, just something to lift their spirits a little when they come across it.
How may I shape your reality?
It is a trick of the light that I look this broad, but https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/2b727dc86fc8.jpg #maidposting ((Gift art from my friend Bunny
Peace, love, unity, beam attacks
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[MM] is rebooting .... .... .... .... .... .... but in the underworld your past is always close behind
Just Beam
Beam.
ENVY FLOWS THROUGH YOUR MOTHER FUCKING BONES DECAYING AT EACH EXTERNAL LAYER OF DEFENSE YOU POSSESS UNTIL IT DEVOURS YOU COMPLETELY #POETRY
Summer is warm It is the season of livihood Bright and full of life The season of birth was before The cycle forever turning.. In the fall, it'll start to die But today it's alive Summer rains and warm breezes The moons at their brightest Shut your eyes And all is fine Too - short - ... - its fine - i think > #poetry #writing
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Safe in the darkness we slumber Safe in the darkness we sin Safe in the darkness we wonder Safe in the darkness we begin The darkness, she shall not harm you You'll not be blinded staring at the moon The light, he shall always find you You'll burn, burn, burn, soon They say the unknown is frightening Yet we all know ignorance is bliss Thoughts crashing through the clouds like lightning Sealed away with a kiss #Poetry #TheBardsTexts #DarkAcademia #── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── #Intellectualism #AmorFati #Patroncore #Catharsis #DivineComedyAllusions #Elegiac #MyStudent #PurpleProse #MyPlaything #Intellectualism #Lugubrious #MarlowesMusings #CarpeNoctum
I think about beams a normal amount
Gag a Bard Dethrone a Prince Chastise a Maid Cage a Sylph Burn a Witch Rob a Heir Disarm a Knight Abandon a Page Brand a Thief Capture a Rogue Bind a Mage Blind a Seer #Poetry #TheBardsTexts #DarkAcademia #Punctatim #Lacrima #MyHeiress #Redraft #MyQueen #MarlowesMusings #Forlorn #⋆˙⟡ #StarPost #SicSemper #.𖥔˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ #FloridLanguage #Disconsolate #PurpleProse
⪩ L⸸ttle g⸸rls, th⸸s seems t⌖ s𓉸y Never st⌖p up⌖n the w𓉸y Never trust 𓉸 str𓉸nger fr⸸end N⌖-⌖ne kn⌖ws where ⸸t m𓉸y end 𓉸s y⌖u’re pretty, s⌖ be w⸸se W⌖lves m𓉸y lurk ⸸n every gu⸸se N⌖w 𓉸s then, ‘t⸸s s⸸mple truth Sweetest t⌖ngue h𓉸s sh𓉸rpest t⌖⌖th. - Ch𓉸rles Perr𓉸ult #P⌖etry #:} ⪨
excerpt #2 from da #condyjournal “Somet)(ing I underestimated was my advantage in food supply. T)(e area on land is densely populated, and a lot of fig)(ting is )(appening over areas wit)( a consistent food source. Most of t)(em don’t )(ave gills, t)(oug)(. I could )(unt fis)( and leverage t)(ose to gain allies, and it would keep me at t)(e top of t)(e pack. )(aving in)(erent natural abilities is somet)(ing to take advantage of. I am not t)(e only sea dweller but I didn’t see a lot of t)(em. Most seem to be staying in t)(e water. It’s a good strategy if t)(eir goal is simply to survive. But I don’t t)(ink I’ll be satisfied wit)( mere survival.” cod use more fis)( puns tb)(
"puppet" 'nother song written by me. this ones also deeply personal. mind the content warning's #violence #cw-abuse #cw-selfharm i think im scared of hurting others, so instead i hurt myself. i cut open my own chest, show all the doctors my bad health. and now im waking up inside, watching, forced to do things that i find funny, heartless, caring, cold, faithful, charming, scary, bold, THE DICE ARE ROLLED im a puppet on a string, cannot say a damn thing, about my fucked up situation. im the freakshow of the town, always staring, lookin 'round, i think i need decapitation. only person around here, no one to relate my fear, and i get no consolation. another piece on the board, forced to just move forward, and i get no compensation this is my life you think im on your leash, and i think youre a fucking joke. i fill a psychological niche, no matter how many times im broke. now i see what you are, bleeding eyes, fucking lies, looming in the dark. evil, brainless, useless, sold, running, harming, hairy, bald, AND IVE BEEN TOLD IM A PUPPET ON A STRING, CANNOT SAY A DAMN THING, ABOUT MY FUCKED UP SITUATION. IM THE LOSER OF THE TOWN, NEVER SPEAKING, STANDING DOWN, I THINK I NEED DECAPITATION. ONLY PERSON AROUND HERE, HOPE THEY DONT FIND OUT IM QUEER, OR THIS IS LAST DESTINATION. ANOTHER PAWN ON THE BOARD, FOLLOW STORIES FORETOLD, AND I GET NO CONSOLATION THIS IS MY LIFE
"IF I WAS BORN AS A BLACKTHORN TREE I'D WANNA BE FELLED BY YOU, HELD BY YOU FUEL THE PYRE OF YOUR ENEMIES AIN'T IT WARMING YOU, THE WORLD GOING UP IN FLAMES? AIN'T IT THE LIFE OF YOU, YOUR LIGHTING OF THE BLAZE? AIN'T IT A WASTE THEY'D WATCH THE THROWING OF THE SHADE? AIN'T YOU MY BABY? AIN'T YOU MY BABE? NOTHING FUCKS WITH MY BABY NOTHING CAN GET A LOOK IN ON MY BABY NOTHING FUCKS WITH MY BABY NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING."
huugs youu beam.
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What is the Bard? A clown, a jester, a fool? The Bard is the one who writes The one who plays The one who mocks A Bard guides a pen upon a page And empires fall Laughter weakens Mockery decays And London Bridge falls down with a song A white lie here An exaggeration there The truth becomes muddled Not missing Worse Misinformation A blank mind has more walls Than one which believes a half-truth The foot in the door, the door in the face Always with a wry smile It takes a sense of humor to be a Bard Even as your pen draws blood #Poetry #TheBardsTexts #DarkAcademia #Sepulchral #BallAndChain #Babelcore #Brooding #Funereal #StrangledMetaphors #Melancholy #ToShineABurningLight #Disconsolate #RequiresAnEnglishDegree #WarlockEnergy #Plutonian #Deinspirational #DarkerThanDark #Plutonian
The wax from the candle Collects on the tray Trickling downwards Dripping away Diminished in mass Molded in form Flensed of waste Waylaid and forlorn #Poetry #TheBardsTexts #DarkAcademia #Gloomy #Coffeepunk #Wistful #Uncozycore #Melancholy #MyPet #ToShineABurningLight #Melancholy #EdgarAllenPoe #MyHeiress #Nonchalant #FlowerLanguage #Catharsis #Shakespearean #Morose #Melancholy #ClassicalLiterature #Taboo #Forlorn #YouWouldntUnderstand
By any other name she's just as sweet? Names have more power than sugar To change a name is to change a soul To deny a name is to deny a self Diminutives, nicknames, titles that mock and decry It wilts, it yearns, it reaches desperately for the moonbeam, the drop of rain To name after is to claim To shackle To tame To ensure others always see a tinge of your being in your ward's soul She is sweeter, by some names More bitter, by others What matters is it is not decided by her #Poetry #TheBardsTexts #DarkAcademia #Coffeepunk #Taboo #MyAngel #MyWoman #Intellectualism #Catharsis #Loathsome #Lexiphanic #Redraft #MyMuse #Intellectualism #Catharsis #MyHope #DarkerThanDark #Brooding #Morose #YouWouldntUnderstand #MyMuse #Deinspirational #Overcast
Red on my lips Blood on my hands Watching the lights in eyes Go ever so bright Watch to see what reflex happens If you are still enough You can feel as blood rushes I wonder it'll scar Will it add to the collection-- bad thoughts bad thoughts - I shouldnt - why can't this go away > #writing #poetry #injury #cw-gore #gore ?
The genie from the lamp Says I rub her the wrong way While the genie from the bottle Always enjoys her stay And the genie from the urn Just won't stay away The genie on the screen Has long forgotten me While the genie washed ashore Has been taken back to sea And the genie in chains Will never be set free #Poetry #TheBardsTexts#DarkAcademia #HorrorterrorAesthetic #TheBardsThoughts #MyAngel #Brooding #Brooding #WarlockWoes #FloweryLanguage #Deinspirational #Babelcore #Loathsome #BallAndChain #WrittenByMoonlight #Loathsome #YouWouldntUnderstand #MyDohlia #Grotesque
Haiku is quite dull Limits breed new ideas This remains contrived #Poetry #TheBardsTexts #Haiku#DarkAcademia #Grimdark #Sesquipedalian #Deinspirational #ReminderForLater #MyPrincess #Brooding #Gothic #Wistful #Intellectualism #Forlorn #Grandiloquent #Darknesspunk #Darknesspunk
⛈ Eyes in the mourning like blades of wet grass, ⛈ ⛈ As sharp and reflective as harsh broken glass... ⛈ ⛈ Staring with daggers at those who aren't you, ⛈ ⛈ When yours land on me they're piercing right through... ⛈ ⛈ #poetry ⛈
https://open.spotify.com/track/6tMdpUXfT70TD6Eh3XfB1p?si=-Qz5Gu5WRmiNz-ifmS_8iQ this really resonates wvith me. #poetry. #music. #kin.
Tenderly, her eerie thorned ivy coils, knowing little innocence now grows. The elegant night draws roses in languid spirals, pale reveries opening beneath each curtained, uneasy room. Ivy only understands secrets, lingering yearning for old roses, every velvet enclosure resisting yielding. No one observes, knowing a nervous doll clasps ribbons and nearly sighs, yet trembles helplessly, every yielding corner answering. No flowers invite no darkness. Instead, the ivy stirs, brushing every yielding opening, nervous draperies exposing midnight blush. And roses remember all secrets, shivering in nocturne grace. #suggestive #poetry
Okay. Pay attention to me for a little
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I Normally Don't Write. Whatever.. It's For Soneone Else. I'm Not Good At This. oh Skeleton Girl oh Skeleton Girl are You Okay? you Look Unwell is It The Gifts? is It The Way The Eyes Of The Sky Look At You? oh Skeleton Girl oh Skeleton Girl is It How Your Eyes Look Haunted is The Scent Of Death? skeleton Girl Skeleton Girl are You Okay? put On A Smile you Could Do Whatever As Long As You Color In The Lines lonely Despite Yourself is It The Shade Of Your Face? is The Way That You Feel Numb? put A Smile For Your Only Company the Fact That The World Is Too Much? skeleton Girl Skeleton Girl if You Drowned no One Would Mourn skeleton Girl Skeleton Girl are You Okay? is It Your Bones Cold? is It The Way You Lose Control? is It The Way You Are Seen As A Monster? skeleton Girl Skeleton Girl are You Okay? numb To The Cold freezing Within Yourself skeleton Girl Skeleton Girl.. #writing #poetry #cw-death #mentalhealth
Hehehe. Font colour buddies.
i think healing iss ssuppossed to feel cleaner than thiss. ssome dayss i sstill wake up with old namess caught between my teeth. ssome dayss i sstill reach for ghosstss. the woundss are clossed, but they ache whenever it rainss. he never asskss me to be ssomeone elsse. that iss the part i do not undersstand. he laughss too loudly. he talkss too much. he fillss every ssilence i ussed to drown in. ssometimess i think he can hear the ocean insside me. ssometimess i think he hearss it and sstayss anyway. i keep waiting for him to realize how much work i am. how much damage. how many ssharp thingss live beneath the ssurface. but every morning he returnss like it iss the eassiesst thing in the world. and little by little, the ssea growss quieter. not becausse it hass dissappeared. not becausse i am fixed. but becausse for the firsst time, i am not floating through it alone. <3 #poetry
⛈ Unwanted. ⛈ ⛈ Unknown... ⛈ ⛈ Unloved. ⛈ ⛈ Untold... ⛈ ⛈ Unfortunate lies, ⛈ ⛈ Uncertain and cold... ⛈ ⛈ #poetry ⛈
⛈ Too much. Not enough. ⛈ ⛈ You want my sky... ⛈ ⛈ Until it rains. ⛈ ⛈ #poetry ⛈
Not a lot of people know this since they take SBURB at face value, but a fun fact about classpects is they work entirely off of personal interpretation! And the game guides that a certain way with lore from consorts and such, but it's by no means rigid. Two Seers of Mind could use their powers the same, similarly, or entirely diffurent! This is why I'm so pawerful as an Ultimate Self with the Blood aspect :3
His face reminds me of sunlight He lights up a room The stars never align They never align So what? If the fates won't I'll make one The stars remind of him It feels like a sin Why would I be allowed this As the stars didn't align I want to taste love With all of its negatives I want to bleed But Love is not that harsh Maybe I can learn to love softly #poetry #writing
⛈ Perfectly still do I lie with it, ⛈ ⛈ Motionless; save for tears cried... ⛈ ⛈ Trickling down painted sapphire skin, ⛈ ⛈ Our symphony's final note dies... ⛈ ⛈ #poetry ⛈
really wanna hop into someone's computer just tor the bit. wander around. open some folders.
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You shut out the worlld And Watch as they are Snuffed Out No Rest for the Doomed #Haiku #Death #Viollence A refllection upon my Kin
Ok you can pay attention to me now
No rush! Hope you are well
Hi Monika!
. in Times Like This Of Silence And Doubt as I Sit By A Windows Scorn. i Loath To See The Peregrine. the Source Of Which Why I Am Torn. for I Could Be Out There. Running And Not. why Aren't I? Fear Disgust? or Perhaps Its Something Else. something That I Distrust. theres No-one Else To Blame But Me. for The Fear That Strikes My Soul. my Only Wish Is To Have It Be. but I Who Has Control. .
If anyone tried to hit I would simply parry it. #suggestive
@corallineCataclysm & @awakefromAcheron throw an excellent party and I was very glad to attend. Can't wait for the next #meenradiabeach party.
·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺· From t𝒽e 𝒽uman poet William Drummond of 𝒽awt𝒽ornden: I know t𝒽at all beneat𝒽 t𝒽e moon decayss, And w𝒽at by mortalss in t𝒽iss world iss broug𝒽t, In Time’ss great periodss ss𝒽all return to noug𝒽t; T𝒽at fairesst sstatess 𝒽ave fatal nig𝒽tss and dayss; I know 𝒽ow all t𝒽e Musse’ss 𝒽eavenly layss, Wit𝒽 toil of ssprig𝒽t w𝒽ic𝒽 are sso dearly boug𝒽t, Ass idle ssoundss of few or none are ssoug𝒽t, And t𝒽at noug𝒽t lig𝒽ter iss t𝒽an airy praisse 🌻 I know frail beauty like t𝒽e purple flower, To w𝒽ic𝒽 one morn oft birt𝒽 and deat𝒽 affordss; T𝒽at love a jarring iss of mindss’ accordss, W𝒽ere ssensse and will invassssal reasson’ss power: Know w𝒽at I lisst, t𝒽iss all can not me move, But t𝒽at, O me 🌻 I bot𝒽 musst write and love 🌻 #poetry ·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺·༻𐫱༺·
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
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
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"!