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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...
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"!