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thenightpoem · 1 month
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Power
An elixir of change
The bane of our lives
Before it the pieces rearrange
Its mystery, deeper than the hieroglyphs
From philosophers to astronomers
From gardeners to emperors
From elders to youngsters
All united by a silhouette
So unique yet so widespread
Is it a Light of hope, or a hidden threat?
A divine miracle , or an eternal debt?
Once set upon the mind
It makes all that it touches blind
It’s hunger never ending
Its hunt unwavering
Its rampage uncontrollable
Its yearning eternal
Growing, expanding, over all it towers
All that is good and pure it greedily devours
A Treasure of the gods?
Veils woven from within
Twisted in whirling knots
Is this how it’s always been?
Its almighty strenght
Like Moises it cuts Deep
Makes all bow at its knee
And those below it weep
A sword so great
Not many can withstand its weight
Or wield it without faith
Shatterer of the Iron gate
They came from far and wide
To wield it all have tried
But instead they’re tied
And at its stone all died
A beast, a monster
Hate and jealousy foster
Taming it is a quest
A true character’s test
But What is this beast
This tall Crystal tower
For which our souls is it feast
That my friends is........simply power
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savemefromtoxic · 1 year
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❤️‍🩹 The heaviest burdens we carry, are in our own heads & hearts Rick dC @savemefromtoxic #burdens #heavy #heavyburdens #headandheart #emotionalhealth #emotionalhealth #carryweight #heavy #rickdc https://www.instagram.com/p/Co5HVvVS0Cg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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stillcominback · 1 year
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄.
𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒.
moody  |  short-tempered  |  emotionally unstable  |  whiny  |  controlling  |  conceited  |  possessive  |  paranoid  |  liar  |  impatient  |  cowardly  |  bitter  |  selfish  |  power-hungry  |  greedy  |  lazy  |  judgmental  |  forgetful  |  impulsive  |  spiteful  |  stubborn  |  sadistic  |  petty  |  unlucky  |  absent-minded  |  abusive  |  addict  |  aggressive  |  childish  |  callous  |  clingy  |  delusional  |  cocky  |  competitive  |  corrupt  |  cynical  |  cruel  |  depressed  |  deranged  |  egotistical  |  envious  |  insecure  |  insensitive  |  lustful  |  delinquent  |  overthinker  |  guilt complex  |  reclusive  |  reckless  |  nervous  |  oversensitive  |  perfectionist  |  pessimistic  |  naive
𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐒.
honest  |  trustworthy  |  thoughtful  |  caring  |  brave  |  patient  |  selfless  |  ambitious  |  tolerant  |  lucky  |  intelligent  |  confident  |  humble  |  generous  |  merciful  |  observant  |  wise  |  clever  |  charming  |  cheerful  |  optimistic  |  decisive  |  adaptive  |  calm  |  protective  |  proud  |  diligent  |  considerate  |  compassionate  |  good sportsmanship  |  friendly  |  empathetic  |  passionate  |  reliable  |  resourceful  |  sensible  |  sincere  |  witty  |  funny
𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒.
art  |  acting  |  astronomy  |  animals  |  archery  |  sports  |  belly dancing  |  bird watching  |  blacksmithing  |  boating  |  calligraphy  |  camping  |  candle making  |  casino gambling  |  ceramics  |  racing  |  chess  |  music  |  cooking  |  crochet  |  weaving  |  exercise  |  swordplay  |  fishing  |  gardening  |  ghost hunting  |  ice skating  |  magic  |  engineering  |  building  |  inventing  |  leather-working  |  martial arts  |  meditation  |  origami  |  parkour  |  people watching  |  swimming  |  puppetry  |  pyrotechnics  |  quilting  |  reading  |  collecting  |  shopping  |  socializing  |  storytelling  |  writing  |  traveling  |  exotic dancing  |  singing  |  yoga  |  gaming  |  surfing
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆. @batfall @thefixer @wtrss @destage @katanaes @deputyzed @heavyburden @wolfehunt @1nfamed @mysticwrit & you !! 
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘. @jokethur​ MWAH <33
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How Do You Do, Fellow Senior? | Smadder
Now, Smee was no grinch. But he would be lying if he said it didn’t annoy him a bit that all the best tables were taken at Hatter’s during the holiday season, and the line frequently wrapped around the entire store. Having been a loyal customer of almost twenty years now, Smee thought he ought to be allowed to skip the line. But that was not the policy, and so Smee looked around for someone to chat with. 
And as his luck would have it— the woman behind him seemed to be around his age! This place was always overrun with youngsters with their noses buried in their phones...
“I haven’t seen it this busy since last Christmas, if you can believe it!” Smee observed. “But it’s very worth it. I only wish they still had that Unbirthday Blend...”
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@ahearts-a-heavyburden​
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jamescallahansr · 25 days
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Just for you…
Once upon a time,when I made everything rhymeI was lauded and praisedmy stature was raisedwhile sacrificing the sublime.But when darkness crossedmy brow, with the heavyburden of breath, of soul,of clouds loomingon the horizon of my time,rhythm, meter and careflew a winged path into thedark, blurry thicket, and the lightof freedom dawned andI criedfor no one would readwhat was written.So, roses…
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tadwisethebrave · 5 months
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Kit Secret Santa Gift!!
Hey Kit, surprise it's me as your secret santa. I was scrambling my brain for possible gift ideas, and while I do hope to do more, I didn't want to keep you wondering forever either. So here are some text posts of your muses that I thought suited them based on the vibes they give me!
@dian-morey @fiend-ofthefae @laurette-moi @ravenwitch-lilith @ahearts-a-heavyburden
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brucewhite · 1 year
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Bruce White - Prom 2023 (with @ahearts-a-heavyburden )
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh, no, no, no I'm a rocket man Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone
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lou-bonfightme · 1 year
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Toulouse’s Christmas Gifts
For Berlioz @ber-bonfamille-lyons: How to Divorce Your Partner -- the book -- just kidding well maybe he got that as a gag gift lmfao -- probably got him a new leather jacket -- “the other one is getting very ratty Berlioz, it smells like cigarettes”
For Marie @marie-a-bonfamille: some lovely jewelry, something from Versace’s new line
For Amelia and Abigail @amelia-o-gabble: matching pink/blue diamond necklaces with “A”s on them like this
For Ashlee @ashlee-bonfamille-lyons: something from Versace’s new line, a nice small cross-body bag
For the Acheron Kids @labellerose-acheron and @trip-downtheriverstyx: toys and books and all sorts of things that got delivered Christmas Eve anonymously bc he’s a dick lmfao
For Simba @simba-bonfamille-lyons: a plant that not even Simba could kill...
For San @sanmononoke: a nice expensive outfit and a pair of diamond earrings with matching necklace
For Sophie @ahearts-a-heavyburden: a nice quilt that he had originally had custom made for the Acherons but well, can’t give it to them now lol and it doesn’t fit hte vibes of his apartment
For Paulette, Claudette, Laurette, Genevieve @paulette-moi, @laurette-moi, @genevieve-davenport: some fancy French chocolates and a pair of small diamond stud earrings for all his lovely lady neighbors :)
For Merida @heart-of-dunbroch: a dog bone -- just kidding, he got her nice diamond earrings too :) just kidding. he probs got her a nice tartan scarf.
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ancestralvoices · 4 years
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The message for the day is to become and embrace the Alchemist that you are: to transmute your 'negatives' into 'positives', to transform your self. In order to be able to do this, one must be totally familiar with the self, as the ancient Ancestors of Kemet reminded us 'Know Thyself'... To know self, we must first learn about the self: www.ancestralvoices.co.uk/filmsbooks LINK IN BIO 'HOME-STUDY COURSE' #carry #holdtheline #holdup #carrytheburden #heavy #heavymetal #heavyburden #burdencarry #totallifechanges https://www.instagram.com/p/CCDcf--D-_v/?igshid=1cox2l82a9pp4
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starhaunt · 5 years
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      “THEY’RE GONNA KILL YOU FOR THAT.”   she’s watching him, perched on the back of his horse as he makes quick work of...whatever it is he’s decided is important this time.   she knows that he knows the possible repercussions of his actions just as well as anyone, but the reminder is just sanctimonious enough to feel good about and that’s all that really matters.   “and then they’re gonna kill me for watching you do it.   so thanks, i suppose.”      @heavyburden for wilde
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subcubarearchive · 5 years
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“ i would call this a coincidence , but i hardly believe in the fact when it comes to you . “ words have joyfullness to them as she moves to stand by the wolf , gown holds tight in all the right places as glass of champagne swirls softly between fingers . “ you always did know how to draw me out ... and the gala is magnificent . “ if he had been anyone else she’d believe him to hate her but he never did and three years was nothing compared to the seventy she’d left him with before . eyes watched the people she cares nothing about but the art displayed was a pull she couldn’t resist . “ it’s cheating you know , placing all my favorite artists in one place . you could have just called . “ grin on her lips seductive at best before red lips stain the glass once more . “ so , which of these girls do i have to convince to walk away from you tonight and not turn back ? “ 
      @heavyburden   
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jamescallahansr · 1 year
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Rhyming…
Once upon a time,When I made everything rhymeI was lauded and praisedMy stature was raisedWhile sacrificing the sublime.But when darkness crossedmy brow, with the heavyburden of breath, of soul,of clouds loomingon the horizon of my time,rhythm, meter and careflew a winged path into thedark, blurry thicket, and the lightof freedom dawned andI criedfor no one would readwhat was written.So, roses…
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rebellock-a · 5 years
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@heavyburden​ // JESSE MCCREE.
IT STARTED WITH a postcard. The gaudy kind found at a gas-station with a desert landscape emblazoned with “GREETINGS FROM HISTORIC ROUTE 66” on the front and some sort of cryptic message scrawled on the back. It wasn’t signed, but she recognized the handwriting almost immediately. Whether this was some sick joke to get back at her for the comment she’d made about him writing or an actual attempt at contact, she didn’t really care in that moment. She was too busy determining whether she wanted to tear it to shreds, burn it, or tack it up next to his photo on the dartboard. Eventually she settled on letting it collect dust in some forgotten corner of her room, tucking it away in a drawer where she wouldn’t have to see the stupid thing ever again. The next one came a week later, and soon more and more scraps of equally obscure notes were placed in that drawer with the first postcard. She left them untouched for weeks, too bitter to even consider touching them, let alone reading them. Then one month after receiving the first postcard, she caved in to her curiosity and read them all. Turns out they were all pieces of a larger puzzle, leading her to New Mexico. It was clear that Jesse wanted her to follow the string of clues to his location, but what he had in store for her there was even more unclear, and she thought about the possibility of simply ignoring it and leaving him to wait all on his own. It took her another week to finally began the journey out of Deadlock Gorge.
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She could see the shine of the bright cherry red paint from the dirt road as she pulled up to his ranch, and there he was standing right beside it. The drive over had been long enough for her to go over everything she might say, everything she could do to get back at him for interrupting her job, and as she slides off her bike and walks over to him, she’s mentally going over those options again as that annoyance, which only he could summon from her, surfaces upon seeing his face. God did she want to give him a piece of her mind, to chew him out, shout at him, flick that stupid cigar from his mouth. But she opts for silence and icy glares instead as she stares him down, and simply holds out her hand to take the keys. No dents, no new scratches, nothing had changed, hell it looked even cleaner than when she had last seen it, but there was something off she couldn’t quite put her finger on until she spots the empty speedometer. “Where. Is. It.”  She enunciates every word with as much steely calmness she can muster, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her anger boil over so quickly. “What did you do with it?”
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angelicactorres · 6 years
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Transgender = Death Sentence
*Please don't just "like" this post...Kindly share it and/or comment below on your thoughts, feelings, opinions, etc. I'd love to hear from you and would greatly appreciate your willingness to advocate for trans and gender non-conforming people.* There's an astronomical price that we trans people (especially trans women of color) pay to live openly and authentically...the costs are our lives. We are being brutally assaulted, harassed, raped and murdered. We cannot carry this burden alone. We need our cisgender heterosexual, gay, lesbian and bisexual allies/friends to openly support us and fight with us, not just behind closed doors. Calling yourself an ally while being complicit in the overwhelming pain we endure does not in fact make you an ally. It merely makes you another privileged cisgender individual unwilling to defend us whilst being submerged and drowning in the vile hatred and transphobia violently thrown at us. If one of your boys casually throws the word "tranny" around when he comes into contact with a visibly trans person, I implore you to correct him and respectfully ask him to not use that derogatory word. If your homegirl yells "That's a man!" as a visibly trans female is harmlessly walking down the street, I kindly ask you to hold your friend accountable for her transphobia and take a moment to educate her. In fact, take every opportunity you possibly can to educate those that are uneducated and ignorant towards transgender and gender non-conforming people. I say this to my gay, lesbian and bisexual friends as well because you know damn well transphobia runs rampant within the community. I've been called a "hard back man", "faggot" and "dude" by people within our own community. There are so very little safe spaces for trans and gender non-conforming people in the entire world. Imagine, just for a moment, being terrified of walking outside your door because you run the risk of being killed simply for existing in the world...every single day of your life. When I was in nightlife and living "stealth", I witnessed a great deal of transphobia. Promoters calling trans women "trannies", trans women being denied entry into a club only because of being trans. The latter happened to me personally, many years ago. A promoter (whom I will not say his name, however most of my friends in nightlife do know who this person is) Googled me and came across an article I was interviewed for on behalf of The Ali Forney Center. The interview centered around the wonderful homeless youth services I utilized at 21 years old when I was homeless for a 2nd time. It chronicled the abuse I endured at home, in school and in the streets. One would hope that after reading the article that the promoter would have a heart and show some compassion and empathy. Instead, he went from being a friend that would welcome me with open arms and embracing me the moment he saw me to physically pushing me away when I'd go in for a hug to say hello. He then proceeded to out me to my immediate friends in nightlife, the doorman of my then favorite club (Upstairs) and had me banned from Upstairs. I was mortified, devastated and felt utterly betrayed beyond belief. I've said this before and I will continue to say it, trans and gender non-conforming people are in desperate need of your help, friendship and allyship. For those of you that know me, know my heart and accept me for all that I am...I humbly thank you. Some of you (to the best of your knowledge) may have been under the impression that you'd never met a trans person before. Some of you casually threw around harmful words like "tranny" and "transvestite" referring to visibly trans people right in front of me, unbeknownst to you that a trans female was sitting among you. I forgive you all for this...I honestly do. But it would mean the world to me if you spoke up more on our behalf. To stop transphobia when you witness it. To step in if you see a trans person being physically attacked...please don't just stand there with your phones in your hands recording the assault when at any moment that trans person could die right in front of your eyes. Please, for the love of everything we hold sacred and true, help us...embrace us...get to know us.
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starhaunt · 5 years
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      A LANTERN GLOWS WARM in one of the windows.   sometimes they have meaning, special messages tied into the time and placement of the light like a beacon in the dark of the world for those who understand—right now she doesn’t have the time or patience to try and parse the maybe of it.   she’s little more than a shadow as she slips from the treeline, nearly indistinguishable from the night, and moves to the lit window on silent feet.   three quick raps—just fingertips against the glass—is as much as she dares.   the balance between urgency and silence is tipping steadily towards the former and will continue to worsen if she doesn’t do something.   or if no one answers.      @heavyburden for winnie ❤︎
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ordear · 6 years
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PYTHEAS CASTS ITS HEAVY, SCORCHING LIGHT over the prefabricated structures strategically coordinated across the outpost of Prodromos; the shadows it makes are long and black across the dirt, stretching farther and taller than the shapes it imitates. Claire is wearing boots, breathable synthetic leather, velcro straps, and they scatter dust as she sets foot onto the planet Eos for the very first time.   
Everyone is  scared.  It becomes a domestic animal, that fear, sitting in their rib-cages for fourteen months. It becomes normal. She forgets what it’s like without it. And then, Hyperion. And then, the pathfinder. Now, Claire’s heart is pounding, exhilarated, and the animal under her sternum feels different. She doesn’t think about it. She only wants to live in this brief interlude, and pretend she isn’t bone-tired. 
“I didn’t think... we hadn’t estimated the Initiative would make this kind of progress. I just wanted to thank you,”   she isn’t the  corporate shark  of earth, anymore. Claire deigns to show her gratitude, before her business.  “Our top xenobiologists have been missing with the other arks. I’m... the only one with any training. I know it isn’t enough, but if I had help----- ” 
@heavyburden / scott ryder. 💕
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