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wontonsupremacy · 5 years
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Phone call from the dark
> My poetry blog @crimsoncarcass
Hey, I need to talk to you
I have a question
That only you can answer
I know we haven’t talked since
I know maybe we’re not even friends
But I know what you’ve gone through
And what you’ve done to get here
And I want to hear your answer
That only you can tell me
Do you mind if I ask for your help?
I’m sorry I didn’t have the mind
Or patience to hear what you said
But I’ve finally gotten here chasing your words, I’ve forgotten nothing you said
I’m almost there I might finally...
I know you don’t care, I know what’s gone
But I think I found the door if not the key
To the place you once told me about
I need help [static: insert name]
This time around I’m actually asking
So please, tell me what am I supposed to do
When you find a door
And you actually finally want to open it?
Will it open? Will it shut me out? Should I keep trying? How do I know? Should I give up? Is this door even right? Is it really like you said, out there?
Tell me where you’ve gone
Tell me how you left
Tell me all those things I’d closed my ears to
Tell me the things I can’t see
I promise you I’ll listen
Just please. I’m losing hope.
I want to change.
This time around I really want to get out of here.
This time around I’ll listen to everything you say.
This time I really need your help.
This time I can’t stay here anymore.
This time around, I want to become someone you wished me to be back then,
maybe it’s the first step into the door.
So tell me everything wrong with me,
tell me what I look like cuz I can’t see in the dark.
Tell me, who am I?
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crimsoncarcass · 6 years
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Hiding place
I love depressing things when I’m depressed.
It’s like matching a color to the correct picture
Satisfying to put in the right place
Like an aesthetic put to use
Or forcing a child the right clothes
For manners and parties, roles and functions
What cannot work must find its way
Out and about or somewhere else
Righteous or viscious the crime may be
In final punctuation, the period is put
Exactly where it wants to be
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fuckingshitdog-blog · 7 years
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Posting this here instead of my main because someone on there doesn't like gore
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treehug · 7 years
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@shakingsauces Fjsjjxjsj Really sorry this took so long. Idk why but I wanted to try a certain pose for her and then it got into anime style so I looked up how to shade and stuff. Was great practice tho and FRIGN loving Suiri's design. Thanks!!! ((Also thank you for the follow ;-;
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entelexcheia · 7 years
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( x )
( Yeeeeeeeeeeeee. )
( The funny thing is that this was an incomplete sketch so I just cleaned it up and finished it a bit. Sorry. ;w; )
( I do love any and all opportunities to draw my favorite IIDX jesters though. )
@gincryo
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leofemt · 7 years
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gincryo replied to your post “i hate jigen daisuke”
HES GOT SO MUCH STYLE THO THAT MAN LMAO !!
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M FUKCINGIG.... ATTRACTED. TO HIM IN THE 2015 OP. IM SO FUKCING MAD WHO DECIDED TO MAKE JIGEN HOT
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churchofjafar · 7 years
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Hey hey this seems fun so let me join!: did you water them plants today
My plants now owe their lives to this blog thank you
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inksplit · 7 years
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gincryo replied to your photo
What's this one from?
“gobolinks or shadow pictures”
I always put the names of sources in the tags if i know them !!  
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stimzd · 7 years
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edda stimboard for @gincryo!
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peepaperfect · 7 years
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callout for @gincryo hes fucken cute and i cant help but want to protect him bless that dear
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wontonsupremacy · 5 years
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Dear Meggie
Mid-thought is when a whole world walks by,
While wallowing in that silence in our chest,
She walked by me like a book I’d never seen
Mid-sentence I could’ve been standing in
And lost all of time in a puddle of your aura
The late night lights blended like paint half dry
A strange form of peace stopped my senses
Silent as if entering a forest clearing,
My lungs held on pause, all I remember
Are the blonde locks curling inwards,
Her shy smile that woke me back
Awkwardly continuing what words I’d lost
When you walked out here saying,
Oh thank god you’re out here
And I lost it all again as we shared my lighter
@crimsoncarcass << Follow My Poetry Blog
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crimsoncarcass · 6 years
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Waiting
Holding back won’t do for tears
Forcing them out won’t lose
anything but the genuine or moment
That could have avoided had it not
been the case you were there once
In my life but never again perhaps
It’s time for me to simply close my eyes
And go to sleep, carrying everything
as if time could stop me from knowing
That the rain could have stopped
If I let my curtains up to see it
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fuckingshitdog-blog · 7 years
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Since you guys liked my last one so much I decided to draw more in my style.
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stimzd · 7 years
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ookami-boy stimboard for @gincryo!
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wontonsupremacy · 5 years
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Repression: Introvert
Open your eyes
Open your mouth
Open your nose
Open everything and inhale your voice
Every sound you make back into your lungs
Hold it. Like a cigarette could.
The complaints that you’ve made
The mourning you hold inside
The justice you demand behind hold back
on your face that its handprints force you to smile
Customer service, to a friend you shouldn’t need
But truth is, we’re all customers in line
That want blossoms and cherries,
but not the whole tree
Pink as the trees that springtime brings us
My face fluster pink, not red yet
But it’s not bliss or glee behind the blood
It’s disappointment that my secrets will never reach, such a person like you
@crimsoncarcass ← Follow my poetry blog!!
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crimsoncarcass · 6 years
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From that first Selfie you saw
Do you ever feel so cold
That tears crack out of the frozen
feelings in the back of the fridge
The fruit that only you know a joke to
It’s all supposed to be funny
So I joke to the public eye and flirt away
Like I don’t care and just don’t like mangoes
As if onions could actually make me cry
and carrots and brushing teeth is my thing
Tracing the memory of your worried voice
I’ve done everything and finally made it here
But the mango cries
Rotting in the back
because you don’t like it anymore
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