every time i see her, i cant help but wonder what color my lipstick would turn if we kissed
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And I am sick of hiding all that I feel for you. I must confess, I must admit or the weight of the unsaid will consume me from within. But I'm too scared, because you will surely leave. So I'll carry this weight for one more day, give myself time to accept the coming soul-crushing misery.
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Inktobertale day 27
Poem
wrote and illustrated a poem about Ink (not entirely canon-adherent)
Sense of self withers away
Blank fanged smile on my face
Devoid of eye lights
Bottle dopamine and serotonin just to survive
So much power, but I’m still so small
Wooden bones, a balljoint doll
Precious little puppet
I feel but I still don’t live
They say that I can’t love
But I have too much to give
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Men when their anger is treated like a bad dog <- it’s me I’m men.
Idk I feel like respecting boundary isn’t hard to do, and it’s kinda the basic requirements for interacting with other humans, but maybe I’m tripping and that’s not right.
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Fool is the rich man
For he seeks pleasure
In that which
He can never own.
-Ophelia Penning
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(TW: blood)
An reflection of teachings passed down and the destruction it brings, of those in the crossfire and blood-stained legacies
Poem is written by me, transcribed under cut below
Gilded Hearts
We carry the pride of our clan
Embroidered in our chests
Where the heart should be
It is threaded on like an medallion
With an needle
Leaving raised felted scars
Where the heart should be
Discipline are our veins
Ambition as our blood
All going to
Where the heart should be
I asked my father, once
Why we were always taught to
Keep those things in the heart
He had laughed and said
“Where else would we keep
Our pride
If not
Where the heart should be?”
note I am by no means an poet. I did the equivalent of smashing words together and thinking "yeah. this is good." even so, hope you still enjoy it
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Another life by Mel Vil
Poem text in image ALT description
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her on top of me, the thought i cant rid from my mind
her lips speaking to me and calling my name as her hand rests on my arm
her deep brown eyes, playful and inviting, encapsulating me in a feeling of mystery
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