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A WIKIPEDIA / FOUND POEM WRITTEN TO @NOSEBLEEDCLUBS PROMPT DATED APRIL FIFTH TWENTY-TWENTY-FOUR A HOUSE WITH A NAME . WORKS WITH THE CHANGING HOUSE .

#SR.

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A WIKIPEDIA / FOUND POEM WRITTEN TO @NOSEBLEEDCLUBS PROMPT DATED APRIL FIFTH TWENTY-TWENTY-FOUR A HOUSE WITH A NAME . WORKS WITH THE CHANGING HOUSE .

#wikipedia poetry #poetry #* poetics and free prose . #i don't know if this works or makes sense but a las it it is what is

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@kalonkakons asked for :

#this isn't perfect and i know it took forever but i hope it some what enjoyed lol

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sorry i have not been here my grandmother died but i am making a slow comeback.

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SEND ME A PROMPT AND I'LL MAKE MOVIE STILLS FOR IT .

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SEND ME A PROMPT AND I'LL MAKE MOVIE STILLS FOR IT .

#THE WRITER'S GAME . #PLESE DON'T RELOG THIS POST BUT DO MAKE YOUR OWN POST

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BEGAN HERE . 

YOU PUT YOURSELF IN A NEAT LITTLE BOX ,  AWASH OF THE FATIGUED MAN THROWING HIMSELF IN UNINVITED .  -    FITTING  A WELL PRESSED TONGUE ON BELIEF .  YOU’D NOT REST YOUR NECK UNDER THE GUILLOTINE WHEN YOU’D JUST FOUND COMFORT.  AND SO YOU STAND STRAIGHTER , AWAY FROM THE REACH OF HIS HAND. BOWING YOUR HEAD IN  VENERATION .  

THERE IS A STENCH TO YOU. AN ODIOUS ODE TO FRAUDULENCE SCREECHING UNDER FOOT OF SURVIVAL.   THERE IS A BEGINNING TO EVERYTHING , AND IT STARTS WITH SOMETHING INSIDE OF SOMETHING ELSE.  LIKE  A TRAP SET IN A DEVOTEE’S MOUTH SWITCHING ON WHEN CLOSE TO THEIR BELOVED’S WRISTS  . .  

YOU HOLD YOURSELF STILL , IN POSITION OF WORSHIP ONLY TO PULL UP WHEN YOU HAVE ALL YOUR WORDS TOGETHER  “   I APOLOGIZE FOR THE TRESPASS SIR.  I HAVE NOT MUCH TO OFFER , BUT FOR A FEW DAYS COMFORT I WILL GIVE YOU ALL THAT I CAN . “   YOU WAIT FOR HIM TO ANSWER .  

YOU WAIT FOR HIM TO GIVE SOME SIGNAL OF AGREEMENT, -  FOR EVERY SECOND OF WAIT UNFOLDED YOU FROM THE INSIDE / OUT .  LURCHING YOUR STOMACH INTO YOUR THROAT -  OFF-TIMING YOUR LIFE. THE HOUSE  STAYS  WATCHING ,  STAYS  OBSERVING THE WEIGHT OF YOUR WORDS AGAINST THE COLOR OF YOUR FACE.  IT THINKS TO SETTLE DOWN TO TAKE THE THINGS OUT OF YOU IT NEEDS TO LIVE.  TO HAVE BACK WHAT IT HAS LOST AND SO IT TURNS A SOFTER COLOR.   YOU WOULD BOTH BENEFIT EACH OTHER .  BE IT FOR NOW OR FOR YEARS BECAUSE EVERYTHING BEGINS WITH SOMETHING INSIDE OF SOMETHING ELSE.  “  SO WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT AND WHAT WILL I GET IN RETURN ?”   THE HOUSE RUNS ITS FINGERS THROUGH ITS HAIR , BATED BREATH WAITING TO SEE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN BETWEEN YOU BOTH.  IT HAD STOOD  STUCK IN TIME WAITING FOR SOMETHING OR RATHER SOMEONE AND SO IT PONDERS WHAT YOU’D BE TO EACH OTHER.

“  I WILL GIVE YOU SEVEN LABORS FOR SEVEN DAYS OF REPRIEVE .  I WILL GIVE ALL YOU ASK AND  ALL OF ME.  I WILL NOT GO BACK ON MY WORD .”  YOU ARE RESOLUTE -  YOU NEED HIM TO AGREE AND SO YOU STAND POWERFULLY  .   GIVING  SOME GREATER SENSE OF SELF.   IF IT WERE TO END HERE YOU WOULD NOT GO DOWN AS EASILY AS HE WOULD THINK.

 THE HOUSE LOOKS TO YOU AGAIN - NOW CLEARLY INTRIGUED AND SO IT SETS BOUNDARIES .  “  THAT SEEMS NICE , BUT HOW ABOUT WE PLAY A GAME INSTEAD ?  SEVEN DAYS IN WHICH YOU TRY TO HIDE YOURSELF FROM ME AND THEN IF YOU WIN I GIVE YOU DOMINION  OVER MYSELF.      I GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO MAKE THIS YOUR DOMAIN. “

dedicated to @nosebleedclub ’s prompt “ domain - ” a saga dated january second , twenty-twenty-four . tagging @smidgen-of-hotboy @snickiebear send an ask to be added or removed

#writelbr #THE CHANGING HOUSE

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everything begins with something inside of something else. a man in a woman , a child in a woman , a woman in a child , a man in a box , a girl in dreams. all round and round till everything blurs and your holding a person off the edge of themselves.

now our everything here begins with a boy in a house . a boy well aged - and sweeter than sweet. a lick of sugar so tender it melts your tongue to hold prayers at his feet. everything begins with something else inside. and this boy begins with a fear of teeth . of walls falling over to feel him till they get inside to hold him down.

everything is a lot to measure , but in the space of the boy and the house and its simply the way the house watches the boy. the way it wants to be a man to stuff itself into the boy like he sees on the dirty little shows the boy sneaks of to wet himself on.

so we enter on a set of players - the hunter and prey . a trap inside a person , ticking hunger down a night of wanton desire. here cannibalism lies sweetly to the side for everything begins when a need to devour the one you love arises. where everything begins with a boy in a wilderness that plays itself as a house. a cold thing with long limbs and secrets in every corner , peeling off the walls to sit itself in god.

as it goes everything begins with something else inside of it.

for @nosebleedclub 's prompt dated january first , twenty-twenty-four : EVERYTHING BEGINS - taglist @snickiebear and @smidgen-of-hotboy .

#writelbr #THE CHANGING HOUSE.

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for @nosebleedclub 1.1.24

#when sorel writes i go feral

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YOU'VE BEEN ON AN UNREMEMBERED DAYS LONG JOURNEY WHEN YOU FIND A HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. FATIGUED AND WEATHER WORN YOU THINK TO SETTLE IN THE HOUSE , EVEN IF FOR A MOMENT. FOR THERE IS LIFE AROUND THIS HOUSE , WHERE THERE IS DEATH EVERY WHERE ELSE AND SO YOU GO TO THE DOOR AND YOU KNOCK THREE TIMES. ONCE POLITELY , SECOND WITH SOME FORCE AND A THIRD TIME WITH A FRENZY. YOU WANT IN , WANT A SPACE TO BREATHE AND PUT YOURSELF BACK AS A PERSON. BUT THE HOUSE IS SPEAKING IN RIDDLES YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND.

YOU TRY AND REASON WITH THE HOUSE , TRY TO HOLD YOUR HEART OUT IN YOUR HANDS . PLEADING AND UNBECOMING ALL THAT YOU WHERE BEFORE YOU CAME UPON ITS THRESHOLD. YOU ARE BECOMING A FOOL - BUT YOU ALL SO BADLY WANT TO BE HELD . BUT THE HOUSE IS SPEAKING IN GAMES , AND YOU DO NOT KNOW IF YOU WILL BE ABLE TO WIN.

THE HOUSE LOOKS OUT TO YOU , COUNTING YOUR BREATH AND SEEING YOU A FOOL. THE HOUSE LOOKS OUT TO YOU AND THINKS OF ALL THE WAYS IT COULD TAKE YOU APART AND IT SEES AN EGO THINKING IT COULD TRESPASS . THE HOUSE LOOKS OUT AT YOU AND THE HOUSE FOCUSES ON DEMANDS . TONIGHT IT WOULD EAT , IT WOULD BECOME AS IT ALWAYS SHOULD OF HAVE BEEN.

THE DOOR OPENS AND YOU RUSH IN . YOU SEE GLORY AND YOU SEE HOPE . YOU GO IN AND YOU FALL INTO CARPET LIKE A DRUNKARD DOES ON THE STREET. YOU ARE TOUCHING AND YOU ARE FEELING , YOU ARE STRIPPING AND RUNNING TO SHOWER. TOWEL DRYING GLEE AS YOU SEE THE KITCHEN FILLED OF DELIGHTS. YOU ARE GOING IN AND OUT OF ROOMS TILL YOU CRASH INTO ANOTHER.

" WHO ARE YOU ? " YOU ASK THIS MAN , FOOLISH ENOUGH TO THINK THIS PARADISE WAS FOR YOU ALONE. YOU. YOU GRAB HIM BY HIS SHIRT AND YOU THROW HIM AGAINST WALL. " WHO ARE YOU ? " ASK AGAIN MOUTH ROUGH AND HANDS TURNING TO FISTS.

" I AM THE HOUSE - IN WHICH YOU RUN AROUND. " HE PUSHES YOU BACK AND YOU FEEL A FORCE YOU HAVE NEVER FELT BEFORE. LIKE GOD HAD A HAND ON YOU , WANTING TO SEE JUST HOW MUCH BEFORE YOU'D FALL APART.

dedicated to @nosebleedclub 's prompt " little bunny - " a saga dated december twenty-fifth , twenty-twenty-three .

taglist : @snickiebear and @smidgen-of-hotboy asked to be tagged / removed

#writelbr #THE CHANGING HOUSE .

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god cuts his stomach open to feed the angels one last prophecy - " man will not make it past the third day of my demise . " and he kneels into time , an old relic of something sweet - washed down by a carnal glazed fix of chance. god is fate and fate is sold to the highest bidder. who took the knife and slit his throat. preaching a new world divinity : god is machine , god is chance , god is i , god is you and so god is nothing at all. and god watches as time fills him with files. - and he slips his tongue over every misguide of this fraudulent prophet. tasting the bitter aftermath of a future that would bleed itself dry.

god takes out his eyes before he drowns, and leaves them with time to give to her child. time looks to them - broken hearted and gives them to her daughter, who puts them right into her mouth. swallowing whole - the nature of knowing . and time watches the eyes grow into roots to make her child a function of consequence . spreading her apart into thirds . the past that haunts , the present that wavers , and the future that believes.

the angles lament , they fall and they change . and even lucifer is crazed - for he only fell because he loved god and did not want to share. he pulls his wings out for he now had nothing to fly back and leaves a cesspool of dread in his steps over earth. raphael does not cure the plagues but briths new ones. holds her mouth so wide that she fills herself on the waters. leaving man parched with simper faced delight.

micheal takes the sword and kills himself. for if not for god there was no reason to guard man from sin and terror. while gabriel proclaims god's last words with such menace the world begins to cave. fate is god and if god is dead there is nothing to hold one up - for chance is a brutal bride that would oft take your head .

a part of MAN'S FOLLY a display showcasing god's death by man's hand. - as taken from @nosebleedclub 's prompt dated december second , twenty-twenty-three , titled gallery

#SR.

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god cuts his stomach open to feed the angels one last prophecy - " man will not make it past the third day of my demise . " and he kneels into time , an old relic of something sweet - washed down by a carnal glazed fix of chance. god is fate and fate is sold to the highest bidder. who took the knife and slit his throat. preaching a new world divinity : god is machine , god is chance , god is i , god is you and so god is nothing at all. and god watches as time fills him with files. - and he slips his tongue over every misguide of this fraudulent prophet. tasting the bitter aftermath of a future that would bleed itself dry.

god takes out his eyes before he drowns, and leaves them with time to give to her child. time looks to them - broken hearted and gives them to her daughter, who puts them right into her mouth. swallowing whole - the nature of knowing . and time watches the eyes grow into roots to make her child a function of consequence . spreading her apart into thirds . the past that haunts , the present that wavers , and the future that believes.

the angles lament , they fall and they change . and even lucifer is crazed - for he only fell because he loved god and did not want to share. he pulls his wings out for he now had nothing to fly back and leaves a cesspool of dread in his steps over earth. raphael does not cure the plagues but briths new ones. holds her mouth so wide that she fills herself on the waters. leaving man parched with simper faced delight.

micheal takes the sword and kills himself. for if not for god there was no reason to guard man from sin and terror. while gabriel proclaims god's last words with such menace the world begins to cave. fate is god and if god is dead there is nothing to hold one up - for chance is a brutal bride that would oft take your head .

a part of MAN'S FOLLY a display showcasing god's death by man's hand. - as taken from @nosebleedclub 's prompt dated december second , twenty-twenty-three , titled gallery

#writelbr #tbt

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the house is a body , a person , a man, a lover and a poet. a bespectacled worshiper licking the bones of a dream held in the quiet whispers of a boy on the cusp of manhood. a hound biting the boy-man to godhood, so to feed it till judgment comes running . it is spread as long breaths caught in between the fingers of a years old saga. speaking verses around a life seen divine. a tree catching feathers off a fluttering bird- too sweet to break the legs off its tender heart. it is found as words cutout to feed grief through stretch-marks betraying a faulty structure. it is a house , a body, a person , a man, a lover and - a widower seeing his love die as he becomes a heretic of the outside. and so it grows mad . holding teeth to time baiting it to bring the boy back as he should have ben.

the house is a body , a person , a man , a lover , and a maze so hungry to hold. - it s a bloodied man stealing hearts to make what he has lost. a fix of heroine sinking sprits to make itself seem grander. the house is a body that wants to be filled , to drink down god and have him sit within its palm. the house is a man that grew on the boy-god he made and fell in love with. the house is a sad man lost on verse of poem it writes to a god that will no look back.

for at @nosebleedclub 's prompt dated novemeber eighteenth twenty-twenty-three oddity as expressed through the house of the changing house . taglist : @snickiebear @smidgen-of-hotboy asked to be tagged or removed.

#poem #writelbr #i didn't really know how to ended it but i hope it still works

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ENTER ON :  MIKHAIL BATTERED AND CAGED - A NOW  ROTTEN VESSAEL FOR SOMETHING ONCE DIVINE.  THERE ARE OPEN WOUNDS POURING OUT THE ABYSS ,  A RUNNING CYCLE IN WHICH THE BLEEDING IS A  REMINDER OF HIS FALL. AND THE BLOOD  RUNS BEFORE JUDGMENT TAKES HIM TO COURT.   AFRAID OF WHAT WILL COME OF IT AND HIM . AND SO IT GOES  ON , ACTING  AS TO SAY THAT IT HOLDS NO GUILT. AND  IT IS HERE AN OLD MAN COMES TO STAND OUTSIDE THE  PRISON DOOR .  THERE IS A LIGHT THAT FOLLOWS HIM , WARM AND COOL -  A WASH  OF EVERYTHING ONE MIGHT NEED AND HE KNOWS WHO IT IS RIGHT AWAY.

old man : ( he stands right before the bars of the cell. his breath is balanced and he does not do anything to indicate that he will attack.)  was this how you thought you’d end up ? in a cell awaiting death - your soul to burn ?  did you think this was to be  the last of your legacy - a botched up attempt at love,  spelling you out a fool ? 

( his voice is collected -  not too high nor too low. but enough of an impact you know there is a finality in it all. ) did you honestly think he’d give up everything he’d worked so hard to achieve , to be with a child only knowing how to behave in his own favor ?

mikhail :  ( he does not look up .  he knows who this man is. and he lurches forward to grab at him )   father   ( a simple word turned long in rage .)     god - ( his voice is now a slow whisper - a blade wanting to sneak between the ribs ) how dare you judge me when you made your nightly visits.  (   he bares his teeth - a dog on a short leash , electrified and bloodthirsty . )  

you gave him over to his human lovers but when it came to his dreams you’d slip in and eat him. suckling him down to the bones, leaving him wet and heavy as though he’d been through an affair rather than a night’s sleep. mocking his lack of memories.  ( he is yelling now -  and each thrust of his words leaves a streak of blood from his mouth. a result from the noose turning flesh over . )    he knew that i came for him but you play innocent when you did much worse. if anything we both  should be killed for what we have done.

old man :  ( he slips out of the oldness and returns to his true body - a regal form , a divine figure slipping them both on a chessboard . fingers pulling tight through mikhail’s hair)   you  think to make profane  a sacred bond ?  (  he throws his face against the bars )  i never touched him as you did.   you want to make me the villain because i gave myself the right to find him on earth but did you know that if i did not he would die ?  did you know that because of your eyes  inside of him grew a self- hatred that haunted him even in his peaceful times -  for which he tried to end himself time and time again  because he knew there was something awful about him ?

mikhail  : ( bleeding and brittle tries to fight but back but he feels a weight on himself and so he can only mutter. )  i ! i!

god : you will die and i will have nothing of you survie you are nothing to me nor to my kin. say your last words here for tonight the fire sings for you !

A WORK IN PROGRESS THAT SOMETIMES THROWS ITSELF AT ME : THIS ONE IS OF ARCHANGELS IN LOVE , THIER FALLINGS AND THIER CHANGES. @nosebleedclub. @snickiebear @smidgen-of-hotboy ask to be tagged or removed.

#please ignore any mistakes i just wrote and wrote and wanted someone else to feel this #writelbr

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mitski lyrics sentence starters.

“ i’ve been anywhere and that’s not what i want. i want to be still with you. “

“ please don’t say you love me. “

“ i don’t know what to do without you. “

“ be mean to me. “

“ there’s no need to be brave. “

“ i always wanted to die clean and pretty. “

“ you have so much to do, and i have nothing ahead of me. “

“ don’t wait for me, i can’t come. “

“ you’re all i ever wanted. i think i’ll regret this. “

“ my body’s made of crushed little stars and i’m not doing anything. “

“ would you kill me, ____? “

“ come find me. “

“ i should tell them that i’m not afraid to die. “

“ what do you do with a loving feeling if the loving feeling makes you all alone? “

“ you only love me when we’re all alone. “

“ you don’t know what you want, but you know that you’re needing it. and you know that you need it bad. “

“ i’m tired of wanting more. “

“ i’ll love some littler things. “

“ you’re the one i want. and i’ve turned down every hand that’s beckoned me to come. “

“ it’s not real enough. “

“ i will be the one you need the way i can’t be without you. “

“ why won’t you chase after me? “

“ i’ll take anything you want to give me. “

“ i haven’t told anyone, just like we promised. have you? “

“ you’re growing tired of me. “

“ i can’t take your touch. “

“ it’s just that i fell in love with a war and nobody told me it ended. “

“ why am i lonely for lonesome love? “

“ i gave too much of my heart tonight. “

“ i need somebody to remember my name. “

“ i’ll steal a few breaths from the world for a minute, and then i’ll be nothing forever. “

“ all of my memories, all the things i’ve seen will be gone. “

“ do you wanna be my baby? “

“ would you tell me if you want me? “

“ i didn’t know i had a dream. i didn’t know until i saw you. “

“ i don’t want your pity. i just want somebody near me. “

“ give me one good honest kiss and i’ll be alright. “

“ i hear my heart breaking tonight. do you hear it too? “

“ i know i’ve kissed you before, but i didn’t do it right. “

“ i thought i’d traveled a long way, but i had circled the same old sin. “

“ i know who you pretend i am. “

“ it’s funny how you always remember. it’s funny how i still forgot. “

“ we’ve both done it all a hundred times before. “

“ it would be a hundred times easier if we were young again. “

“ to think that we could stay the same. “

“ there’s nobody better than you. “

“ you knew from the start it was us, didn’t you? “

“ bury me in your memory. “

“ there’s some kind of burning inside of me. it’s kept me from falling apart. “

“ would you just tell me what i’m meant to do? “

“ could we be what we’re meant to be? “

“ i’m sorry for taking, but i keep wanting more. “

“ there’s a lie that i told you that now i can’t tell the truth. “

“ you told me once you were happy to have me. “

“ i would give you my heart, i think. “

“ you’re coming back and it’s the end of the world. “

“ i love you, darling. and i am done, dear. “

“ i just need a quiet place where i can scream how i love you. “

“ never once did you know me. “

“ i love everybody because i love you. “

“ ____, am i still young? can i dream for a few months more? “

“ you can come closer, i’ll let you hurt me. “

“ i’m tired of not loving you. “

“ my heart wants to hold you, but i know the rules. “

“ i think my heart is ready to die. “

“ i think my fate is losing its patience. “

“ you’re home to me. “

“ if i’m not yours, what am i? “

“ i’ll live without you, though the struggle will be daily. “

“ i get mean when i’m nervous like a bad dog. “

“ i miss running fast. i was meant for running fast. “

“ i pretended you were mine, it made me calm, babe. “

“ i am cruel, i am gentle, i can make you laugh. “

“ i don’t think about the past; it’s always there anyway. “

“ i will never die. “

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i got rejected by a poetry magazine - this is one of the poems i put out for it maybe writing a poem in a day isn't what they want lol . transcript here.

#poetry