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tdalejandro · 4 months
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I was fine
With the elims
That'd happen in this show now and again
I was fine
Cuz I knew
They were mid at best compared to total takes u(inverse)
I was fine
When ripaxel came
And they kissed like it was all some silly game
He'd kiss her, they wouldn't snooze
After 7 episodes I never thought we'd lose
It's ripaxeover isn't it, isn't it
Isn't it ripaxeover?
It's ripaxeover isn't it, isn't it, isn't it ripaxeover?
Fresh won, and they elimm'd them
And they elimm'd now they're gone
It's ripaxeover isn't it
Why can't I move on?
Farts and glory, pure intentions
Butter, poetry, got her attention
Kissed til daytime - their potential
Their love, was essential
Who are we know in this world without them?
Petty and just with the right to doubt Fresh
What does it matter they've already won
It's time we unleashed Scike's son!
It's ripaxeover, isn't it, isn't it
It's ripaxeover, isn't it, isn't it ripaxeover?
Fresh won, and they elimm'd them,
And they elimm'd them and now they're gone
It's ripaxeover isn't it?
Why can't I move on?
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It's ripaxeover isn't it?
Why can't I move on?
-poetry anon (tdaxel)
FUCKKKAKHCJABFAVUBSBCBE
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bella-belladonna · 19 days
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// Four riders on dread horses // And the fourth whose wings cry eternity // and the Keeper who waits in the grave for dawn to come // as her supernova draws //
// Near //
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cheesehambu · 29 days
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My naem is Fur
im very small
but very scary!
Im spooky much
with wings and such
and teeth and eyes
I am not nice!!!!!
It is my job to scare and frighten
And defenitely not to brighten
the day of someone walking by
And it is even less to tighten
Soft blankets around who I love
But when work ends, I'm done with trouble
I can lay down and get to snuggle
Someone that's not at all less scary!!!
And I sleep well, not feeling dreary.
When morning comes then I get back
To being spooky, this and that
That's how life works if you're like me
A scary demon, hee hee hee (<-scary demon noise. Are you scared yet? )
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deer demon in blanket!
deer demon in blanket!
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ksqwildwest · 1 month
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To Lazarus,
This isn't home, but i'm safe Everything is different and yet the exact same Idyllic perfection cast onto every disagreeable angle
This isn't home, the halls are too empty Every step away led further into my mind Inbetween gaps of self was what I left behind
This isn't home, they've burned the remains They lied that the ashes were my saving grace Just like the flames licking at the edge of this page
(context: I imagine this poem was smth Karl wrote and then burned!! Also, I'd apologize for directly stealing the title but it made such a good refrain i couldn't resist lol. ~Poetry Anon)
THANK YOU FOR THE POEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH MY GOD!!!!! I'M VIBRATING IN PLACE!!!!!! YESSSSS!!!!!!
The way he addresses it to the town, instead of any individual! The admission that, no, this place I'm in isn't home, but it's safe. I won't die. It's an empty comfort! He's not happy!!!
"Everything is different and yet the exact same" in reference to how the mansion feels and how he's treated!!!! If something can't be made perfect, it will be framed as perfect!!!
He's left behind a part of himself, metaphorically and also literally, leaving behind his coat! His dissociating as he got further and further from Lazarus!
THEY LITERALLY BURNED THE REMAINS OF HIS CLOTHES THAT HE WAS WEARING!!!!! Oh my god, those ending lines "they lied that the ashes were my saving grace, just like the flames licking at the edge of this page." AMAZING!!!! GOING FERAL!!!!!!!
I love the context being that he wrote this poem and then burned!!!! It's exactly the reaction I would expect from him! Venting then destroying the evidence before anyone else could read it!
Hey, hey, I am the opposite of mad that you used the title in the poem! It works so well in the context of the poem being destroyed!!! No accidental foreshadowing this time, I mean, I guess if you squint and tilt your head at the second "verse" of lines... maybe? Or maybe, because I know what's happening in the plot, I'm imagining things? Or it really could count as foreshadowing, and my knowledge makes it so I don't see it? Eh, it depends on what you consider foreshadowing or not.
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sparrow-orion-writes · 4 months
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"She stares into the night, at the moon shimmering against the window. At the stars shining in the dark sky. She wonders if he told the moon secrets about her. Secrets only the moon will keep. Is he thinking of her in a hotel miles away from her heart? Is he staring at the ceiling, missing her and the touch of her skin? Is she on his mind and inside his heart? Is her name on his tongue?
He sees the city lights all around him. He misses the way the moon hits her skin. He misses the way he can see the galaxies in her eyes. He wonders if she's at peace. Is she at peace in her bed? Is she dreaming of him and them meeting again at the airport? He misses her heart and the way her words speak to his soul.
She steps out onto the deck and tilts her head up towards the sky. She longs to tell the moon the secrets about him that no one else knows about. How his smile touches her heart. How she shivers when he giggles against her skin. How she talks about him in poetry. How she has every line on his face memorized.
He leans his forehead on the window. His eyes are closed and he thinks of her heart beating in time with his. He wishes he could call her but he can't bring himself to pick up the phone. She needs her sleep. He sighs and looks at the city lights again. He misses her much more than she could ever know.
They are miles apart but their hearts don't feel the distance. You can have distance between bodies but not between hearts."
~ Poetry Anon
Oh that's just so fuckin beautiful I love this so damn much!! Shivers. Every line punches. Thank you for sharing!! 💜💜
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waitingforthesunrise · 5 months
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why
why am I just a tad too much
to deal with
to love
a bit too difficult
unless you want me (which you don’t)
I could give up my soul (a deal with the devil)
but it wouldn’t be enough (you couldn’t accept my sacrifice served on a bloody platter)
i could make you my everything (the entire solar system’s for you love)
and that wouldn’t be enough (the only gold I have is in my handcuffs)(and even that’s just plated)
what would be (them)
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *goes off screaming into eternity*
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friezaglasiencold · 5 months
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Trapped in a net woven with piano strings, every struggle makes a beautiful sound
This is by far your best one yet. See what reeling yourself in a bit can do? I'm almost proud.
Now, my response:
There is music, too, in death. As with piano strings, we are played by shifting tendons.
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plasky · 7 months
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All time ever does is pass and all I do is remember.
Its mortifying to be the one who remembers.
Poetry anooooon
OH MY GOD POETRY ANON YOUR BACK I MISSED YOU <33
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yingchens-writings · 5 days
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Apologies for the repeated ask; I had neglected to add a token of appreciation (dreadful, I know, but I felt that it was of dire importance that this must be given).
Since it is spring for me, a season that oft has inspired poets to capture the melancholy and hope that new growth brings, here is a flower for you - 🌸! May inspiration follow you for all your goals, as surely as spring blossoms chase clearer skies! (Have another, just in case 🌸.)
- Poetry Anon
Don't worry, it's totally okay! Thank you so much for the flowers, and I will write more with this newfound inspiration that you have given me. Thank you again!!
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curseofaphrodite · 19 days
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Guess who's in the process of publishing her book? ~ Poetry Anon
AAAAAAAA PROUD OF UUU
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Gosh you know what sounds amazing? Having a day with Saeran to just. Be kids. Go to the zoo and get plushies in the gift shop, get some froyo and put like everything on it lol, go to a toystore and get a cart full of stuff to take home, color, watch some corny kids movies and shows. I wanna make a super huge castle fort with this man in the middle of the bunker, and shoot Saeyoung with nerf guns when he comes out of his room from a nap lol! Just healing our inner child -poetry anon
I do think that’s something that you should try to incorporate into life with Saeran! He doesn’t know what he missed out on as a kid, so why not take him to do all of the things that you did? Why not ask him what he thought about doing and see if it still sounds exciting to try out? Take him to the ice cream parlor. He never got a chance to sit in one of those! That could be fun! Put on every topping. Who even cares if it’s a mess? You’re having fun! Gummies, sprinkles, the works! Just do it because you know you would’ve done that as a kid!
Buy every Lego set at the store. Do it because he likes puzzles and knows his brother would love doing that and it’s nice to bond. Let him pick up every kind of plushie he’s never seen before and gush, “It’s... soft... that’s normal, right?” Let his eyes grow wide when he gets to explore that comfort he never had. He really deserves an emotional support pile of plushies.
Pick out movies you liked... let him grab anything that catches his eye even if it’s silly. He doesn’t know much for movies or media! He’s never tried that before, so it stands to reason he might surprise you with the films that he winds up finding on his own! I’m sure he’ll enjoy any classic you love... but the the thought of him finding cheesy movies and pouting at you to watch them... That’s quite the cute image!
Build a fort. Make a password. Saeyoung cries because he’s not allowed inside. Start an entire indoor Nerf war just because. There’s no wrong outcome for this sort of thing... just experience childhood again.
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bella-belladonna · 19 days
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Smoke curls through infernal stone // Blades sever flesh, sharpened by bone // And the angel with wings torn from his back // Offers mercy to her //
// the Keeper //
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cheesehambu · 9 days
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Winter's been replaced by spring,
Flowers bloom any birdies sing-
Up where I can barely see
In a gorgeous cherry tree.
The lovely tree is very tall
And if I'd climb, I'd surely fall
Oh, oh, why must I be so small :(
But that's no reason, now, to fret
The big one sees, and would you bet-
Holds out his hand, says: 'up you get'
I don't think he does understand
But still, he takes me up upon his hand
To lift me up and let me see
The gorgeous blooming cherry tree.
🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🧍🏻🌸🌸🌸🌸
<- took the formatting too seriously with this one and it didn't work with the 'My naem is fur' format anymore😔
This year's spring is wonderful🌸
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+ bonus plushie:>
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ksqwildwest · 1 month
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That title hello??!! i'm so- i think i'm already piecing together the vibes, i'm tuning into the wavelengths of what might happen, and like- like i can feel the poem potential buzzing in my brain already even w/o knowing anything lol
needless to say i'm very excited to see what the new chapter brings tomorrow, and so interested to learn more about Zoe as well!! /gen /pos
~Poetry Anon
Thank you for the ask!
Hello, Poetry Anon! :D I'm so happy that just the title alone has gotten you buzzing! I think the title is a pretty good summary of The Vibe. A home should be comfortable, have people you like in or around it, and be a safe space where you can find some privacy. This Isn't Home. :)
The chapter will have already been posted yesterday when this ask is answered, so I eagerly await your poem! I can't wait to answer questions about Zoe Mus just as much as you can't wait to learn about her! Lovely how that works out!
Hope you're having a nice day!
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milo-sky-404 · 7 months
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Be proud of your place in the cosmos
it is small
and yet
it is
<3
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waitingforthesunrise · 7 months
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People don't ask how I feel
Because for the most part I look and act fine
The thoughts I have is just that thoughts
I know they care about me but sometimes they make it hard to say things
I wonder what they would say if they when I start muttering or getting quiet I want a hug or just a hand to squeeze
They have their struggles that is an uphill battle for them
My struggles are a small ripple to them
You could ask me questions and I know how to act but sometimes I feel like I am a mask
Will they ever ask why I need constant reassurance about who I am to them
No, because I won't mention it before that doesn't feel right to me
So I will wait for someone else to bring it up and ask how I am genuinely
But it won't happen because they have their lives and can't see all of mine
😔
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