"Tears come to the eyes, Tears stream down the cheek
Plumper than Peas, fatter than beans"
- from the "Estonian Cuckoo-Song" in Poem 4 of "The Kalevala"
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Poem #4
I like drawing on my hands
Smooth lines and sharp corners
Pretty colours and bold outlines
But it’s bad for you
That’s what they say
‘It’ll get into your blood’
‘Make you sick’
I don’t think creativity is a poison I’ll turn down
I would rather be sick than plain
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April Poem a Day Challenge #4
This one is another one from a prompt from someone, and she said she enjoyed anything about the stars and the moon, or something creepy, and so I set out to write this one. As I was writing it, I like to think it was about a cryptid and changed the title a little bit :)
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“Jessica has a forehead scar from the deep end of a pool. I ask Jessica what drowning feels like and she says not everything feels like something else.” - Angie Sijun Lou
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I really, really hope Lizzie's poem is prophetic.
Looking at her first task again:
You’re mesa-in up my mind,
With your fabulous behind.
... it's pretty self explanatory. She was insane about her husband, and Joel looked great. There's nothing else to be said here.
You won me a bone,
I’ll never leave you alone.
And she never did. Those married people, bless them, they stuck together :(
I hope you stay alive,
And also thrive.
This one. This one gets me.
Because if Joel wins? Think of how incredible this would be.
His wife's wish, perhaps her dying one as well, was that her husband would stay alive, and thrive, in that death game.
Don’t forget to shift,
When ur near a rift.
And finally... of course. Lizzie forgot to shift at the edge of a rift, and now... well. It didn't end well for her.
Lizzie's poem always felt a little unfinished to me, like she wouldn't be around to see it through to the end. And now that she's gone? And her husband has sworn to win the series for her?
I really hope something comes of this poem, is all I'm saying.
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Hit with a bit of inspiration after this sessions of limited life, how we feeling? :)
( text reads: We’re told that lightning can’t strike the same place twice. And of course, it’s a lie. But sometimes I wonder… How many people climb hills in search of safety. Only to look to the sky.)
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it is late and i am alone,
sitting on the front porch,
and i wish, more than almost
anything else, that i had someone
that wanted to sit with me.
someone to look at the stars with
on the nights when the weather
is nice and the clouds
feel like sharing their secrets.
someone that will ask me
to stop by the store on my way home
and pick up a couple of bottles
of that champagne that we like.
someone to wake up with
the next morning,
instead of sleeping in,
because a walk in the park
and a sit by a fountain
cures everything, even hangovers.
someone that will share
those kinds of secrets with me.
someone to stop me from arguing
by reaching over and
plucking a few flowers for me.
someone to say, "here,
i know these will make you sneeze,
but i also know you would rather
have them and be sneezy
than not have them at all."
i want someone
for the little moments.
i want someone that gets
that the little moments
aren't little at all.
-mars
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parents are really fascinating creatures. theyll watch this thing they brung into existence Stop eating Stop cleaning Stop going outside Stop doing much of anything Without being able to explain and theyll go Hm. Clearly This Thing Is A Spoiled Brat.
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Poem by M. A. Thompson - I Won’t Write My Poem ‘Till I’m In My Right Mind
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I'm so proud of this. my favorite frame to make was the fredbear one. that lighting is so fun to do :] the fnaf 6 michael one is a close 2nd!
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