benthic angel
was writing about lake sturgeon for a class assignment and showed one of my friends what i'd written.. he then sent part of it back to me with line breaks to turn it into a poem! i just had to draw something for it :]
poem text under the readmore:
lake sturgeon don't know
that they're endangered. They don't know
anything - other than the muck
at the bottom
of the water column
and the occasional passing
touch of another.
really touched by how my friend turned my technical writing into poetry. i haven't tried to write creatively in months, so it's nice to see i've still got it- and nicer still that i could get so inspired by my friend, since i haven't made nature art in a little while, either :>!!
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portrait of the lover from memory (blue hour), a poem by yours truly // transcript in alt text
Hehe have some gay shit
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When a flower blooms, you come right through the petals so gracefully like dance. Your thoughts so pure I feel them cleaning mine of my impurities. I wish I knew what made you so beautiful to me. I wish to find out how to make myself beautiful to you. It’s a dumb wish that could never be granted but I hope to bring so light to you. Maybe it would allow me become more like you, such a beautifully coloured flower shining in the sun.
Let me into the petal that shows how your skins glitters and glows in radiant colours so bright. I want to captivate you in the way you have for me. So please, my darling, let me become one with the flowers you so gently take care of. With your hands so soft and so tenderly speaking to them as if they were a child. Oh please my darling, let me be yours.
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separation for the sake of us
slowly, the ache will lessen.
my stomach will stop turning over and over
and my heart will slow down, it'll take a breath.
my body will relax, and i'll be able
to look you in the eye.
i will build distance,
a step at a time. and eventually,
i will be out of reach. you will be out of reach.
it'll feel normal; the space between us,
like every other friend. you'll be like
every other friend.
nothing will be below the surface,
nothing will lurk there, no monsters,
no fish in the sea.
i'll stop feeling this way,
and things will get easier,
and this ache will be gone.
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I Love You, I Think
I love you,
But not like that.
I want to be with you,
But not like that.
You make me feel so much,
It's hard to describe.
You make me feel
Safe. Wanted. Home. Loved.
I want to love you,
Give you this feeling too.
I want you to feel home,
Give you this feeling too.
I love you.
More than a friend,
Not like a lover,
I just love you.
I wish to be
The reason you smile.
I want to be
The reason you laugh.
I don't know how else
I'm supposed to say
I love you,
I'm home with you.
But I'll just keep saying,
"I love you,
I love you,
I love you."
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You always leave me lying in the dust
Cause you know that when you call me I'll come running
So hurt me, beat me, break me if you must
But this time I'm not coming back again
I always feel we're running out of time
And there's nothing I can say to keep you waiting
I've been crying, begging, pleading for a moment's notice
But this time I'm not coming back again
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Update from the Fortune's Favor mines where I live when FFXIV isn't around:
We fought a big ol manifestation of an ancient white dragon's grief and rage and sense of loss after it was sealed away through multiple lifetimes in a grave of magical holy chains. Which is to say, we had, uh. A bit of a rough time. But thankfully it was all ice and snow, and we have both a four elements monk and a druid, plus three tieflings for whom fire is a nuisance at best. So naturally, Amon unloads a fireball, Rona unloads a firestorm, and we are rewarded with the knowledge that this thing is HURT.
Unfortunately, we get back to the big guy's turn before we can finish it off. Good news: it is on top of a building, and can't easily reach Rona, who is a halfling and thus too short to be in his range. Bad news: Amon is literally right in front of it. It tears into him with a combined 45 points of damage in one blow, and is going on for a second, when Amon casts Hellish Rebuke, for 19 points right back.
Our DM looks down at his sheet.
Now, loyal readers, we have only recently begun to use webcams for our online game. We've all met in person several times now; there's less awkwardness about seeing each other's faces. So I had the privilege to watch, in crisp HD picture, as our DM looks up and says, "You son of a bitch."
19 was EXACTLY as many hitpoints as this thing had left. Amon smeared his searing, devil-touched blood all over this thing's claws and burned it from the inside out. When I tell you we CHEERED.
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8:01 AM 12/21/23
Oh Madeline
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Oh Madeline,
I don't think I'll be alright!
I'm thinking of you every night,
My heart skips a beat every time
I see your image behind my eyes,
Think I might go blind from your smile,
But that would be just fine
Oh Madeline,
Just leave me to die!
Don't hold my heart so tight,
Or I'll never escape to the afterlife,
I'll stay here forever
And never be seen again,
Though that would be no different
Than what I already am
Oh Madeline,
Don't go home with those other guys!
Can't you just stay here,
Right by my side?
I'll keep you company throughout the night
And you'll never need to cry again
Oh Madeline,
Just look me in my eyes
and tell me I'm your friend!
Say you'll never love me as I am
And it'll be alright in the end,
I can finally move on
And we'll never see each other again
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Godddd I LOVE the change on perspective of Ellington as you read atwq. Like she very much the "femme fatale" mysterious girl archetype (as much as someone who's like 15 can be a femme fatale) to the reader (because ofc we're seeing this through Lemony's perspective and L's gonna L) but then as we go along we have more and more holes poked in this picture L has built up of her until all the stuff we know about L almost comes crashing down in a way in the 4th book as we realize that LEMONY has been more mysterious more suspicious and altogether more "Ellington" than Ellington the whole time
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