
Profor Tempus
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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
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 ?
Transcribed - friend - wishes to - remain - anonymous - ... > Choir Boy, Choir Boy What are you doing? Shouldn't you enjoy how rare you are? A treasure as you are only gets more rare Choir Boy Choir Boy Look what you did Choir Boy Choir Boy She'll find out Choir Boy Choir Boy What will you do? Choir Boy Choir Boy You can't wait the smoke Choir Boy Choir Boy Left all alone with matches What will he do? Choir Boy Choir Boy What have you done? Choir Boy Choir Boy Flames at your feet What will you do? Tempt the sun Run away? What a shame Choir Boy Choir Boy You hide the truth Choir Boy Choir Boy What will you do? Choir Boy Choir Boy Look who's here! Breeze Girl Breeze Girl She'll understand Choir Boy Choir Boy What will you do Flame at your feet Nowhere to go What will you do? Choir Boy Choir Boy What will you do? #writing #poetry #guilt #arson
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
Your pan was being pet. It was odd. You expected pain whenever her fingers curl on the base of the curve of your skull. It was quiet like this. She didn't dig her pink nails into skin until it reached bone. Millions and millions of little thoughts always rushing through your thinkpan. You wonder if it would ever stop. A rough shove suddenly to the floor- Everything is fine- You sat up somewhat as she started to walk out. You wondered if you should follow. Everything is fine. You don't follow and lay down to how you were prone. Your nails scratched into the tiles.. you'll get yelled at later, but she likely doesn't want to leave the room yet. Little symbols without any meaning just to cross them off until there was only two left. Everything is fine. It was quiet and bitter. The cold bit at your flesh and set long into youe bones. You do not remember how much time has passed. She doesn't come back. You got up and ignore how your bones creak like old wood as you move. Your feet drag as you start to wander a dark castle that has been your hive for a unknown amount of time now. There is others, but given yourself. You are not allowed around them since the Incident. Everything is fine. You can barely hear your footsteps echo by the cotton and ink. You barely manage a few steps before you feel her. You feel her before you sleep her. "What are you doing?" You were sweating and your vision grew black. You collapsed as your vision was gone. "Always with the dramatics" Everything is fine #psychologicalhorror #abuse #horror #writing #longing








