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mystique-moonflower · 5 months

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Where the worlds don’t cry we lived

A soft white meadow made of glass,

We would sleep there.

When the wars in the skies bled

We would look up from our meadow

And enjoy, thinking it was rain.

It was poison.

When the war from the skies called up for you,

I sent you, thinking you would call me up as well,

We’d build another white meadow up there -

You’re here with me now,

On my skin, on my hair,

When I close my eyes, I dream about you building our house up there,

And in the rain I drench,

It’s no longer poison and it smells of you.

Daylight - forgiven; absence- forgotten.

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mystique-moonflower · 9 months

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Fever Dream

In a forgotten world, Lies a mystical forest labyrinth, Ancient trees, stretching to infinity.

Carpeted floor—shimmering moss, Whispers of forgotten chronicles.

Sunlight dances, ethereal hues, Wildflowers bloom with cosmic light.

Air imbued with celestial essence, Symphony of ethereal creatures.

Ancient wisdom resonates, Trees, gatekeepers of parallel worlds.

Among trees, ethereal beings, Guardians, concealing astral truths.

Sun sets—the forest transcends, Shadows waltzing in surreal grace.

Moonlight weaves dreamscape glow, Enchanting, otherworldly sanctuary.

Heart of enigmatic forest, Stands ancient mansion, Unbound by earthly confines.

Convergence of cosmic elements, Harmony—nature, enigma, In a reality beyond our own.

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mystique-moonflower · 9 months

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The Night Gone Dark

Beneath the gentle moon's ethereal glow, the accursed knight awakens, A delicate blossom, a spirit that light prefers, Enchanted by twilight's embrace, he wanders with trepidation,

In the everlasting twilight, a curse befell his soul, and his heart once wept crimson tears.

Adorned in a tapestry of twilight petals, he emerges, A blooming apparition, as the world intertwines, Amidst the shadows, he lingers, his destiny embraced, A noble warrior, ensnared by the embrace of twilight's enchantment.

Amidst enchanted meadows, he wanders, no reprieve, The moonlit eve, his kingdom, his essence aglow, A forlorn blossom, eternally entwined, In the ethereal moments, his essence bloomed.

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mystique-moonflower · 9 months

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No More than Ever

In shadows cast, a tale unfolds, Of a phoenix in the depths of woe, Born to rise from ashen grave, Yet in despair, it longs to stay.

Its wings adorned with embers' glow, But the heart within, it beats so slow, Once ablaze with fiery breath, Now seeks solace in the arms of death.

Amidst the pyre's haunting glare, The phoenix weeps in cold despair, For it dreads the cycle's ceaseless call, The burden to rise, the burden to fall.

In smoldering ruins, it finds no solace, In its rebirth, no joy to embrace, The cycle's grip, an eternal chain, Its longing for freedom, all in vain.

The flames that once lit up the skies, Now only evoke mournful cries, For the phoenix yearns to find its rest, In the dark abyss, away from the quest.

The fateful phoenix, its feathers charred, Desires to stay within the shard, Of a broken world, where hope has died, A place where it need not rise.

Yet destiny's force, it pulls and tugs, The cycle repeats, as fate has judged, And so the phoenix must endure, The rising flames, the endless lure.

In each rebirth, it grapples with dread, A longing to lie amidst the dead, But still, it spreads its wings once more, To soar again, its fate to endure.

In the depths of darkness, it fights the pain, The yearning to break free from the chain, For the phoenix's destiny, it's clear, To rise and fall, year after year.

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mystique-moonflower · 9 months

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Autumn Forelorn

In hues of fiery red and amber gold, A dance of nature's beauty takes its hold, Upon the branches, where the maple leaves reside, In the fleeting moments of autumn's pride.

Yet, in the heart of each leaf, a whisper stirs, A longing, a yearning, to remain in a blur, Of crimson dreams and golden gleam, To linger, to cling, to hold on to the dream.

They sway in the gentle breeze's embrace, Their delicate forms, a portrait of grace, But as the days grow shorter, the nights grow long, A melancholy note in nature's song.

For deep within the maple's veins, A hesitation, a reluctance remains, To let go, to release, to fall to the ground, A fear of fading, a fear of being found.

They cling to the boughs with all their might, As if time itself they could fight, Yet the call of autumn is too strong, And so they yield, they surrender, they belong.

In one last blaze of vibrant hue, They bid farewell to the sky so blue, And as they drift to the earth below, They leave behind a crimson glow.

Maple leaves, not wanting to fall, A poignant tale of nature's thrall, In their descent, a lesson they impart, To embrace the change, to trust the heart.

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mystique-moonflower · 9 months

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A Sunflower Patch at Midnight

Under the enchanting glow of a silver moon,

Where shadows frolic in whimsical delight,

A magical field of sunflowers, basking in the gentlest radiance,

As the clock strikes twelve, delicate blossoms dance and twirl, unfurling their petals in the embrace of the midnight winds.

Whispering petals, soft as a dream,

Their countenances gazed skyward, twinkling stars adorning their orbs of wonder,

Sipping on the whispers of the moonlit hours,

Every delicate petal, ablaze with the fervor of passion's fiery embrace,

In this enchanting night, dreams seek solace.

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mystique-moonflower · 9 months

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I Want to Spend a Birthday in a Graveyard

(soooo... I turn 23 today. I wanted to be concerned for having written something so macabre today but meh. whatever. Enjoy:))

In the realm where shadows embrace, I have felt death's kiss, a gentle trace. A fleeting touch upon my face, a whisper of mortality's grace. In that moment, time stood still, as life's essence began to spill. A dance with fate, a delicate thrill, A reminder of destiny's will. Oh, death's kiss, so close, so near, In patient anticipation, I did dwell, within a coffin, my skin withered and peeling. Awaiting the final nail, I reside.

In me, the skin crawls, yet part like wood, rotten and dry. A realization, deep and true, that within, decay does brew. In the realm of dreams, we shall reside, where time's embrace is cast aside. No need to wander, no need to roam, for in slumber's realm, I find a home waiting.

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mystique-moonflower · 10 months

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“At some point in life, someone will love you more than what you’ve expected. Be Patient and learn to wait, because sometimes a patient person receives the best love story.”

— Unknown

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mystique-moonflower · 10 months

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Can I recommend to you “the tools” by Phil Stutz. I’m no doctor so I can’t tell you if you should or shouldn’t take antidepressants, but perhaps this book can help you find a different way that might help you find both happiness/release and continue writing poetry.

Thank you so much, I’m sorry I’ve been off hence I saw this late. But thank you thank you thank you that you care:)

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mystique-moonflower · 10 months

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I see you

Yay.

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mystique-moonflower · 10 months

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Hi, Ayu.

I hope you are doing well. I like you're writing content here.

Keep going. In a good observation.

Warm Regards.

anonymous

Thank you so much:)

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mystique-moonflower · 11 months

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Virginia Woolf, Night and Day

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mystique-moonflower · 1 year

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Soooooo ever since ive been taking anti-depressants i havent written a single poem. Maybe its the bad with the good. But i had to, just to known that i still can. So i missed a few doses so that i could feel everything that kept me writing. Its not very good, very rough around the edges, but damnnnn it felt good to write again. Now back to my serotonin.

A Tale Gone Supernova

How could I tell you?

When you were at your happiest,

I was an empty can.

I silently kept begging you for some stars that you painted with in melody,

To hammer some in me,

Even though the pain would half kill me;

This abyss is so so scary.

I still look deep into the stars

My sky is prettier now that each have gone supernova,

But tiny drops of fire raining

Has my skin melting.

I'm not upset because that's how my empty can is finally filling.

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mystique-moonflower · 1 year

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It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

#3 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

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mystique-moonflower · 1 year

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Weird, very weird.

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mystique-moonflower · 1 year

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imagine being the first ancient person to realize that the ocean and their tears taste the same. imagine realizing that your sorrow and the waves share a taste. i wouldve gone crazy

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mystique-moonflower · 2 years

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Pareidolia

(the tendency for perception to impose a meaningful interpretation on a nebulous stimulus, usually visual, so that one sees an object, pattern, or meaning where there is none.)

Can I just cry?

I just want to sit on a bench

And make everyone around me disappear

Or simply close my eyes

And let no inhibition hold me back

And just, cry. Sigh. And again, cry.

Maybe after a while I'll be bleeding from every slit I made along the way

Thank God, finally;

Maybe I'll bleed out and hopefully still be breathing,

But however the bleeding comes, I don't want to stop crying.

I just want to cry looking at the road

How everyone's going far afar and taking a turn

Rushing to reach the point where they began

And I am standing at that point,

Where they begin running away from.

I too want to chase myself

But what can I do,

I'm tired from all the crying.

But don't get me wrong,

While everyone is rushing to win a race inside a circle

I'm running in search of the stables,

What would you know-

You think I'm a survivor of infernal pain,

But I'm a victim of my own vandalism.

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