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getcareless · 2 years
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Hold The Suspense
Hold the suspense but my thoughts are complex
and to be honest the words are a hex.
The flow is immense, constant and that’s not a stretch
I couldn’t stop it and I’m getting awfully drenched. 
Hard to confess yet I’m often fought with 
like I’m a prospect to these fuck-wits, pardon my French.
My onset commenced with only nonsense
until it grew into a larger percent.
My conscious is getting caught on the fence
like I couldn’t leave the harder it went.
I wanna venture out ‘cause I’m starving again
and I promise to return, incase you forgot what I meant.
JP
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frizzle-mcshizzle · 6 months
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Elwin with his pattern shirt, as all things should be, try and figure out which of the elixir names i made up and which are cannon not tumblr blurring my art again
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Letterkenny is an insane show to me because the writing is like Canadian hick poetry
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weirdopponent · 11 months
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FRUITS THAT COULD HAVE BEEN GROWING ON THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE
The apple, the classic, bright red like struck skin
fits firmly in your palm.
You crush it in your teeth and between your jaws, it snaps like broken bone.
Scavengers feast on what remains, what you leave behind.
The pomegranate, cut in half, bleeds like a heart
from four chambers, from its severed veins
which it doesn't need anymore, taken from its body like this
The peach falls to the ground and no one catches it in time
and it bruises readily, tenderly
martyred for the health of the earth
The cherry grows in pairs
One holds the other which holds the other back
When you split them apart, the ladder of your ribs aches in sympathy
The apricot shines golden from its perch in the golden sun
reminding you of the guardians blinding halo, its fierce flaming swords
Is it ever blinded? The fruit is sweet on the tongue
A banana?
That's just silly.
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lexalovesbooks · 7 months
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My controversial amazing devil opinion is uhhhhhh marbles > fair
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lebuc · 8 months
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timeline tempests
* timelines these days are churning tempests, scorn & anger frothing everywhere.
especially on hot days, social seas may seem a refreshing wade, tho' danger abounds in the undertow;
i steer clear of rocky rhetorical reefs, move away from endless polls & feuds,
& instead head toward wider horizons, strife dissolves in chill latitudes... & interludes;
there, mindful calmness paves the way when I don't bite the provocateurs' bait & steely composure where others inveigh, my civilized mothership's ballast weight.
sous serenity beats down bluster denied, ( irony, i know...intended, tho' ) flaring outrage, I let pass me by
for cool waters graced with gentle tides, as mine eyes have seen the coraled coasts
beyond the tempests - unmet, untried, deprived of my oh-so-pithy toasts; ...& this gent's betterment, as an aside. * 8/23 - lebuc - timeline tempests
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craycraybluejay · 3 months
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I miss that morbid curiosity and inexplicable urge when little me saw a street fight for the first time. The Fascination before the fetish; the transfixed stare and trance-like state.
The first time I burned myself over several seconds and couldn't get away from the hurt and felt that odd excitement bubble up. An ehilaration more surprising than the pain itself.
When I first felt the rush of fighting back, fighting hard, fighting MEAN. The reckless ecstasy of going 'fuck this, you want a fight? Let's fight.'
That first moment of the acute awareness that I could do anything to this person without much resistance; either because they're asleep or weaker than me or have too docile a personality to fight against a threat. The surge, the rush of the moment, the bloodshed before blood is shed in my head.
This initial inkling of fixation, a slimy morphing thing which grows and grows, which groans and groans seeking relief, seeking release. Churning, snapping, wriggling, gurgling madness. Hypnotic and rhythmic, falling in step with my every movement; imitating, initiating. The shadow. Every time it is born, every time it metamorphoses-- I want to feel it again and again.
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gorillaxyz · 12 days
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she told me it was mostly like feminist poetry... which has definitely piqued my interest because i love feminisms hashtag feminist. were always banging on abt feminism in english and its so fun to talk abt. i will be analysing her poems like theyre from the exam specs though. and if i think they suck i wont tell her
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graceful-not · 6 months
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TRYING TO DRAW A STUPID JOKE POST ABT THE NEW AVA EPISODE AND I CANT I KEEP LOOKING AWAY FROM THE SCREEN I HIATE THIS... why is victim like that why did he do that
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shawnlbird · 1 month
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A Hope Poem
This poem is wishful_________wistfulWhistle fears into the darkSpark hopeScope out the dreamsthat mean the mostMark out those goalsBe wishful, even when wistfuland whistle whteverbrings joy into beingSing hopeBe peaceAchieve what we needBelieve whollyin hope....I was leafing through my draft poetry notebook and found this one written in the fall. It seems a very appropriate poem for the first day…
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space-writes · 9 months
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find the word tag
tagged by @ahordeofwasps a little while back, thank you!
my words were shield, yield, field, and wield
no pressure tagging @cherrybombfangirlwrites @serenanymph and @annachronisms. your words are golden, glass, grab, and gain
shield
“Derradin shield us, is that what I think it is?” [Aliyne] gasped. Leshanna grabbed at her with tight, terrified hands. “I don’t think Derradin is going to be enough,” she rasped out. “That’s a dragon!”
yield
“It’s not that it is difficult,” said Zinby. “It’s that it could be easier. And faster. And yield more results for less effort.” He chuckled. “If there’s one thing we wizards love, it’s efficiency. None of that witchy wastage of arcane effort.”
field
Rivaanlehnim huffed, expressing his disinterest in infernii politics quite succinctly. He went back to the metal arch that hung on the wall, criss-crossed with woven threads of copper and humming with power. He tapped a thread with one talon and observed the blue sparks that emerged, reading them as easily as Sorrow read salacious novels. “The interference is of a strength I ordinarily associate only with powerful anti-scrying charms,” Rivaanlehnim said. “Or those possessing distinctive anti-magic properties in general, although it is not quite a nullifying field.”
wield
Vren thought he had plenty enough knives and hands to wield them with already, but a good mercenary didn’t turn down gifts from the one paying for the job. Not when the one paying had access to Infernal magical artefacts.
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xovera-toz · 3 months
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something I'll never finish
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agayworthfightingfor · 3 months
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awoo
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fordeadleaves · 11 months
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so anyway. this morning i was like “what if i came up with jrwi-style ship names for some crossover crackships.” and then i started coming up with new ships cuz i thought the motif-based names would be cool. so i now i have scu!grizzly x jimmy solidarity floating around in my brain.
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bedazzlecunt · 4 months
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my fav mantras are "i'm just porn!" and "my cunt's for others' pleasures, my pleasure doesn't matter"
OH MY GOSH i never saw this ask im so sorry! i love love love these both, particularly "i'm just porn!" adding that to my worldview immediately
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cotarded · 8 months
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can someone beam some literary genius into me so i can do justice to this poem i’m trying to translate
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