imaginaryfriend20

[imaginaryfriend20]

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

[imaginaryfriend20]

gamble

clocks drawing out their chimes

reminding me of all the times

I have committed crimes of

time.

Glide in calculus, to not drown

in the complex waves,

keep your heart to biology's ground

spin in circles with geometry to

find proper ground.

Fling with physics to, keep your

steps away from the bottom of

the curve.

Bond with chemistry, so the bonds

won't break with the heat

of this playing, ground

of casino of grades and future stakes.

To bet against the ample

sleauted tricksters, of flowing gold

to buy them many chances

as dust.

we still play and bet, with empty

sleeves of our tricks, to be

stolen from our reach, to buy

another dust chance for flowing gold

Why we play , we don't know;

because of this trapize of

hurdled ring of fire

speeding at our crawling

feet, out.

most of us claw

and get knocked off

with broken bones

But we still play

and play counting

the three cards we

can spare, over and

over again

until one fine day

it turns into

false hopes and

crushed dreams

stolen away, without

any right or choice

or glimpse, beyond

this burning ring of fire

P.S. HI HI HI So looooooooong... but I am enjoying my spring festival holidays quite a bit, and my birthday is near..... heh. anyways... I think I won't post much from now on because of my studies.... but anyways I will try my best. anyways, happy spring!

P.P.S. Ummmm... I forgot what I was going to say....

to my forever friend @creatrackers

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[imaginaryfriend20]

subject of my canvas

My eyes dance around in flutters , under the

sweet gliding guise of sleep.

along with hovering midnight lashes

of me, it reminds me of your

midnight lashes which frame, the beautiful

canvas portrait of my ink stains

my words have always been bold

to your painting of my ink stains.

I draw with my boldest stains

of ink, the blooming red on your

cheek in the harsh yellow sun, that

turns gold reflecting, on the the canvas

of your skin, blooming it red.

My heart's heartbeat blooms in beautiful

plight at your sight.

I waste all my ivory and gold

to capture the shade of your skin's canvas

I waste my corals and roses, on

trying to create the blooms on your

cheeks, under the sun's limping drag

across your beautiful gracelessness.

And trying to fill in the petals of

the tulips of your lips.

I wish I could be the lucky archer

to let my hands grace over

and run over your crooked bow of

a nose.

I wonder how many seas of my

heart can you set on turmoil, with

your hips which sails as the most

graceful ship against the wind's sea.

I try to climb up and reach your

eyes along the tall towers

of your cheekbones,

but I fail, for my heart unnecessarily

leaps at the sight of your midnight

-black washed eyes,

I spend no time on another muse

for you, overwhelm and break

out a fuse, of my nerves.

So many blue inks seas and

creepers of stringing words I

have spilt for you, never

to be gazed by your

whirlpool eyes or acrobatic smile.

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[imaginaryfriend20]

I am reblogging this again, cause it actually kinda works? I hope for the best tomorrow!

[imaginaryfriend20]

Me and my broke ass

Reblog if it’s ok for people to give you $599.99

[imaginaryfriend20]

Dim lights, in my perception of you

I only see the shiny lines, of you

the harsh ones eclipsed away

from my perception

linger around in lazy strides

in the corners of my mind.

Blazer and smile, all set for

commercialization, make me

to throw all of my dimes

at the empty statute of you

oh my , so high

you make me feel like

I can touch the sky with my bear hand,

so high, you make me feel so high...

I think I might need you instead of wanting...

P.S. someone please tell me to stop writing for this muse who doesn't even glance at me!

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[imaginaryfriend20]

Killing spree

A new circus, with flashing neon lights

came to visit town, to gain a

victory of hearts.

There was a new capture of the heart

with the thrill of it's namesake,

'killing spree'

It was a golly ride, which determined

with it's spinning wheels, how your

last night would spin.

Many got, many answer cards of diversity

which erupted hiccups of laughter, at

it's daring replies

One day, We decided to visit this new

thrill of town, for our bemusement.

So came our friend Sam, along.

We got outrageous and daring answers

from the spinning wheels. We all

hiccuped laughter as we shared our

cards to each other's observation.

Mine was supper with candlelight

and wine glasses of my blood's wine.

I laughed amused, and found my

predicted last night spin oddly poetic.

We walked back home, after all the fun

and Sam remarked ' Isn't a killing spree

always fun?' and we agreed

our memories flashback Polaroids at

the spinning wheels.

Now I stand, with my blood, from Sam's dagger

And I realise tonight that Sam never meant

the spinning wheels as ' Isn't a killing spree always fun?'

when he repeated the words again to me.

P.S. Not my usual thing but this came to me while doing math. ( no math does not make me want to go on a murder rampage, me and math are friends) Enjoy! ( I wish a film of this will come)

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[imaginaryfriend20]

Letters to my muse

I have never spared for another muse

except you

I have and want only you, I don't

care for nine, only thine.

I don't want to be a god, only

a shelter of the altar, of thine shrine

of my worship.

So if you fade away, so will

all my ink spills.

P.S. My muse doesn't even answer my calls. * sad*

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[imaginaryfriend20]

Tidal waves

I always fall for the wrong people

high tide waves and impossible cases

I want to know each, strand of

tidal waves of hair, each pigment

gone for the blending of creation

of these waves.

I want to let my palms be the

sail ships, with foolish highs to sail

against these tidal waves of your

hair and crash against them and

fall onto the soft bed of sea, which

is your head.

My heartbeat sails already flap

in wild highs with your tidal winds

of presence.

Oh, I think, I might sink and die,

before I even reach the whirlpool

of your eyes.

P.S. Sad story, I called them today and they declined my call

😭

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[imaginaryfriend20]

dappling sun rays, smirking

like a false hope, by the riverside.

My withering heart, cannot take

this painful pang of irony, gleaming

Hope is such a stupid cupid

shooting arrows, carelessly by the side

to the unnecessary limits.

To make, the empty theatric halls

my heart sighs echoing its satinwood floors.

So many words I hope for, so many

stories to unfolded by my arms and smiles,

so many aspirations for racy reality to fulfil my theatrical heart.

But none rush into my hands leaving them empty and barren with

hope's stupid cupid arrows.

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[imaginaryfriend20]

Vanity

Oh, vanity is sorrowfully

pretty like me

with eyes splashed with midnight ocean whirlpools

and onyx, winged with soot butterfly wings of lashes

and rose petals dashed with the setting sun's rays as lips

Golden wine splashed over canvas as skin,

an archer's bow with a crooked little mistake at the top of impish carelessness as a nose,

Cheekbones taunting and high like any hope,

She looks like me over a sliver of a mirror, and she tempts

me to glorify her and me with her trickster's smile.

P.S. Yes I am obsessed with the idea of glorified vanity after reading this side of paradise by f. scott fitzgerald.

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[imaginaryfriend20]

A letter to the chairman of the tortured poets department.

Sunken cheeks, mascara bruises

under my eyes.

I look older than my last photograph

I wish to be blown away

to the wind, for standing

upright is excruciating to do

with stones 'nessary for growing up

to face reality thrown, without

even a minute breeze to cool

down the tears melting away.

I have not grown wiser

with age, I have grown tired,

selfish and unwired from

perception of my origin.

I am tired, my shoulders

slump creating the slope of

the hill, I am going to

crash away from my standing.

So here's my letter of plea for some

comfort in the tortured poet's

department in the dawn

of the 19th of the fourth moon.

Signed, a tired soul

P.S. Hi!!!!!!!! I am super excited for taylor's the tortured poets album on april 19! it's like a birthday present to me since my birthday is on the 20th of April. * Excited internal screaming*

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[imaginaryfriend20]

An ode of reply to the innocent trapped in the strangles of my charms of the stylus

Oh, how often do you bring me a

smile, when you get tangled in

my charms, with your realistic

block-lettered view,

I cannot help but laugh,

when I see you hark, around

in confused waltz of steps.

I twist and colour and sculpture

my words, of so muslin

veils and golden rays shot

by the god of poetry, Apollo

himself, for reality oft forgets

it's palette near it's reach,

and to colour it's inspid, canvas.

I am so pleased by your words

placed with my own charms,

so foreign, but with a memory of

yourself in.

So here's my ode of gratitude

and laughter at the hands

your innocence.

P.S. Poetry won't lay quiet, especially for something like this.😂

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[imaginaryfriend20]

An ode to the trickster named poetry in his own charms

My eyes gaze upon the words

which my mind floats from

rhymes and idioms and imagery

so hard to grasp, what's

hiding beneath the veils and silhouettes

of those words, almost sharp and

strangling like pitchforks, thrust upon my mind

to wriggle out riddles, of charades played

with these cards of words called poetry.

Oh bless my soul, bless my mind!

I simply cannot comprehend

this art of the stylus.

But I smile with a simple

word of compliment

for I can't stand like

a bland fool at the words

nor can I gape out too

many syllables of nonsense.

So I stark out a polite smile

at the face of the

trickster of name poetry.

P.S. For all the unpoetic-minded kindred spirits out there.😊😂

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[imaginaryfriend20]

Amory

Golden dim lights, ricocheting over the silver

of the crystalline sights, meets my eyes.

Drazed with glory, freedom and flurry

of enjoyment, makes me linger

for the chilly spring, viridescence

and iridescence, with life.

oh I halt, for my heart snares

on oxymoronic sense against

the slow , life against my sights.

Oh, I fall like the glorious days

of my idocracy idle

Oh, I am nothing but narcissus

in modern chimes.

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[imaginaryfriend20]

I sit, the cold wind tearing my skin with frost.

The chains shaped of a crown on my head,

grow heavier with each spring of time.

my eyes sight pages of different trees,

leaves with a different god's word.

the robes I drape, not of my own

memory, not of my own trees,

stifle out every little breeze of home, out.

they call me a queen, but I know I am

just a crown to be passed among

usurpers like wine in a dinner banquet.

I see the shadow of the dagger to be dragged

along my throat; I simply do not know the distance

it lays from me.

I wait for it's blow, with foreign tounges

wrapping around my ears.

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[imaginaryfriend20]

oft I glide in halls

with hallows filled by the

halo's of echo's strings.

my strings sing to those halls runged

smoke melancholy, for the halls

marble cold, seeps into the soul's

silhouette of the green dancers

fading to onyx in midnight's canvas

Charcoal-dipped dust white clouds

roam over the midnight sky.

Mayhaps it'll spill a silver fountain

of rain's wine.

With the cold, peace seeps into

my lungs and diffuse into my soul.

P.S. Even I don't know what I felt when I wrote this. LOL

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