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@furetakunai ac_unit

(Oh ye, I hopped on late too)
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Also like, don't shoot me, I already know it sucks. If you wanna know what it's about though you can ask. Sorry about the image btw~

@CasiCasino group

Lifeline

From the bed she laid on, she’d seen the sun that set.
The night sky, soon arrived, with sorrows of the rain.
From her luscious brown hair, to nothing on her head.
She laid alone, awaiting her end.

Flowers on her bedside with nothing on her mind.
But the thought of all that she has seen in life.
And that image of his, the one she loved the most.
Who’s going through a fight of his own.

He gave her the flowers.
He wished her the better.
He wished that she would wake someday to feel the same.

But he knew how it ends.
He was just afraid to give in,
To fate… the one that he hated.

The machine rings when clock hits twelve.
That her breathings have gone unwell.
He woke up, and looked around,
No doctors were to be found.

He ran down the corridor,
Looking for help, and screaming more.
For someone to please and help,
The love of his life who’s there unwell.

Their lives, their love, flashed before his eyes.
He prayed to God to please save her life.
In the end, his prayers…
Didn’t save her.

He loved her for all that’s she’s given…
But hated her for how much he had to lose.
He loved her for all her perfections…
And accepted her for her imperfections…

@darling-velocipede group

BREAKING NEWS
It only takes about 3 years to
make it to Saturn, if we leave
in the next few days and walk
at a quick clip, and with you
that's hardly any time at all.
Our sneakers will look neat
on the intergalactic sidewalks,
comfy quiet punctuated by
the clicking of suitcase wheels,
and if you get hungry we can
scoop from the air a meal of
nebulae and glitter and the
energy of our hands– holding
each other in the quietest way.
(It always works because my
hands are always cold and you
run warm). So pack your bags,
my dear, we don't need any rocket,
we can begin when you're
ready, and count blades of grass
and mushroom tops peaking
up from the cracks in the cement
as we go.

@ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

tw// self harm

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Honey-sweet songs too sugary for my mouth to bear
Bland accounts of
Lovers meeting.

All it is is cheating and beating,
Beating of the heart
Beating on the back.

Stretched thin by too
Much feeling, a certain conviction,
Some kind of gumption.

Did I solicit thee
To build my heart from steel instead of clay
To take away the feeling I so desperately crave.

Because I will never love you the way you want me to.
I will never shed those tears of joy
That so often come with weddings

I want to spend my life with you
But you hardly know me
I hate romance

@CasiCasino group

Just in case.

Just in case you love me.

Don’t.

I won’t be able to change myself to the perfectness you want.

I won’t be able to make myself believe that everything you say about me is true and that you’re not saying it… just to make me stay.

I won’t be able to give you as much as I take, not because I don’t want to, but because I know that whatever I give to you… won’t be enough to show how much you really mean to me.

I won’t be able to correct you and your mistakes because I’ll just forgive you endlessly for three hundred and sixty five days a year with no exception…

I won’t be able to stop myself from longing for you whenever you’re not around… and I’m just scared that you might not appreciate my company as much as I appreciate yours.

I won’t be able to convince myself that I’m enough and that there’s nothing wrong.

I won’t be able to not feel jealous whenever you’re talking with someone else… and… this jealousness takes my mind… way, way, deeper than it should.

I won’t be able to stop myself from imagining the future that it’s just you, me, and our daughter running around in the backyard with her friends… falling in love with one of them… the way we did.

I won’t be able to make myself upset or even fake an angry expression, even during a fight, just because I don’t want to lose you, the one who means so much to me.

I won’t be able to forget our anniversaries or the special days we made up just for the hell of it.

I won’t be able to stop myself from thinking of you whenever I hear love songs playing on the radio during my way to school everyday. Sometimes I would sing along with them.

I won’t be able to spend every moment of my life with you, and that’s only because I’m self conscious and need some space every now and then…

I won’t be able to stop myself from launching myself at you after a period of self doubt because… you make me feel like those feelings don’t matter… because you’re there…

…

I won’t be able to stop myself from falling in love with you three hundred and sixty five days a year, every year from now on.

…

So…

Just in case you still love me under all these complicated circumstances…

Just remember…

I love you too.

@furetakunai ac_unit

(Oo, I like that! I liked the last five lines the best. Great job, Altrince and I would love to see more from you.)

TW// slight implications of overdose

"Dollmaker"

(This poem is probably very confusing if you're not me. But eh, I suppose a lot of poems are like that.)

@CasiCasino group

(Wow! Yours is pretty amazing as well, not gonna lie. I like the atmosphere of it, kinda… creepy yet not a ‘creeped out’ sort of vibe which I can totally relate to. Nice!)

@furetakunai ac_unit

(I really like that. The imagery was awesome! Okay, this is a long poem, split into sections. But the overall poem does have a title. you can ask what it is, or guess.)

Mural

A picture sits painted on a wall.

A formerly white canvas.

The colours are eye-popping.

Beautiful.

It's a face, smiling, warm.

It's familiar, though it takes a while

to remember their name.

But like usual, you do.

Drying

The smell of the paint sinks in.

The air becomes toxic.

The reason why is unknown.

Nobody has a clue.

They don't like behind them

at the picture they painted.

Drying.

Drying.

Dried.

Chipping

Snowflakes flutter to the ground.

Their colours are vibrant,

but nobody sees them.

They only see them hit the ground.

They admire how beautiful the white is.

Then they look away,

and forget about it.

Whitewash

They look back at the wall where the painting stood.

Speckles of colour and grey-scale still there.

But they don't see it, it just blends in

with the white wall that stands to their front.

Wasn't something there?

The wall feels familiar,

and though it takes a while,

they can't seem to remember.

They grab a paintbrush,

and paint a new picture,

of black and white.

The paint begins to dry.

(You can ask me what it's about if you're curious. If not, that's okay too. :3)

@Endlingdairne

This isn't my poem, just a short one I heard somewhere. just wanted to share it. :3

"Once there was a cat
Who swallowed a ball of yarn.
And when the cat had kittens,
They all had sweaters on."

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a very quick thing inspired by a few memories of sleeping and waking

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^^^^^ This is the good stuff, right here. ^^^^^

ohh thank you :)

@darling-velocipede group

finally got around to re-writing this one in a way i like better >:)) also frances's poem was amazing i am obsessed with the surreal, skipping-around tone and the contrast between beautiful and nostalgic concepts and harsher narration (coughing, burning plastic, guilt)