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[tournament-for-best-neopet]

Round Two!!

Powtry

Made entirely from snow, Powtrys avoid warm climates if at all possible.

Feepit

So named for the sound they make as they call to each other over the snowy landscape.

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[tired3y3s]

After six years, it's supposed to get easier. It never does. Six stages of grief. I'm still in denial. I don't understand how you could leave us. I don't blame you, and it wasn't selfish. I just really want my dad. I just want to say goodbye. I love you daddy

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[fakesurprise]

the poem was in complete waiting on a patch to fix several typos & a line marketing said tested well with the audience

of which the poet knew nothing at all

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[noctuary-of-one]

06.101.23

I'm sorry for the useless way I am. Before I drank too much and the world started to lag behind my eyes. You naivley believe this part of me can die. It won't die until I do. I just wanted you to realisem. I don't expect to wake up tomorrow. But now I'm drunk before midnight andithink I've discovered immortality.

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[hanro50]

Bliss in the abyss

.

Reality decays to abyss

What is even amiss

In the following rift

I dare not lift

.

Yet in the ripped fabric

I still find time to enjoy fiction

A smile I once mimicked

The feeling missing intention

.

I recall the reason

At the time it felt like treason

The world ever fearsome

Lacking all that is wholesome

.

I remain

In this empty domain

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[sereniv]

Amazing slam poetry

TW:

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[spiritamethystskeleton]

watching you laugh is kind of like being serenaded by the sun rays in the middle of the afternoon. your beaming smile making my freckles blush and unmask themselves. baby you say you don’t like your greasy hair but ive never seen it bounce so elegantly and freely. I love the embrace of our hands together because even though they’re both kinda sweaty they fit like a glove and know how to keep each other warm. you’re always twirling me around like the earth spins on its axis and it feels like we’re the force that keeps her in rotation. leave your sweaters in my laundry hamper so when I walk past them I’ll catch a glimpse of your outline, and smile to myself. loving you takes me back to preschool, always excited and eager. loving you takes me back to vacations with my parents, nostalgic and as if time moves too fast when it really hasn’t. loving you takes me to places im always elevated in and warm and blushing. loving you is so strong it has no definition, it consists of daydreams and childlike wonder and the feeling home gives you.

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[secretcherimaybe]

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[clouds-n-quills]

Beautiful soul

You have such a beautiful soul.

Everyday I watch the scars across it grow

As you tell me you love me

And that I'll be okay

And that I'm special.

I wish you'd stop lying to yourself for me;

You don't deserve to bear those ugly marks.

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[ah0yh0y]

today i experience the feeling of falling . its realisation that the past cannot be touched no matter how real it feels the wolrd moves forward as i do and that tiny me? that tiny me is as real as how others remember it as well. for some reason when looking upon the past i have always looked upon it like it was tangible because it a was for me . the memories i do remember are vivid painted with gouache and sunlight tumbling through windows and trees . i have notebooks i look upon regularly that capture writings and overflown feelings from six years ago. but i cannot go back. if i move cities and find myself in a new crowd they will not be able to see the tapestry leaking from me i cannot skip back the years like skipping back a youtube video i will always be in the present . time shall move forward but i will always be in the present. time shall move forward but i will always have to be in the present.

#did this motivate me a little yeah but also scary and guilty and mourning #but also literally i felt myself clawing at the past #it was like clawing the air the inverse of feeling there is something there and knowing there is not #ahoys thoughts #ahoy wonders #Writing #powtry #writers on tumblr

[artist-kelico]

I seek you in different realms

My spirit seems to be a shell

But I need love to fill me

To have my heart feel

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[willowriverbloom]

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[darkaeon]

this thing on?

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[bee-dazzle]

Alas

You tarried indoors too long

Like Cinderella as the clock struck twelve

The magic faded

Leaving you dessicated on the floor in the morning

-a Eulogy to the slug in my toilet

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[peoplecallitpoetry]

Ok from this moment, I'm writing my second book

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[castlehead]

:exit wonder

i decided i was gonna write something positively haunting: could this be positive: could the realization of some haunting thing butt in, suddenly, without time enuff for the reader to get a feeling for what is being written: would that follow back to the core of what it means to be haunting: could one do this and not be elliptical,

and so then eliminate the truth in it, altogether: the truth in something has no

feeling, only drapes over itself with feeling, and in doing so goes further from what it means, except what it means has feeling, too: does it: is it plausible to mount upon the final universe, like

a horse, without being thrown off by ur own will to destroy what is emotionally resonant: wrangle it like a bull, don’t think it a horse, dan, better metaphor: plausible to let the emotions go do their silly thing and be as a result neither emotional, nor didactic and boring: it seems, it is hard to be effusive and still: try to crystallize a

thought: it is somewhat like giving in: giving in, yes, to the reality that that thought presents u with, the reality in this case being

the need to make something haunting out of words that still is more like a clarification of the form to feel it in, rather than a description of some haunting thing: is it necessary, if we cannot divide feeling from thought, to crystallize and/or abstract info or transmute normative thinking patterns into abstraction: if not, well, then, what comes together when what comes together cannot be conveyed emotionally, if conveying a feeling cannot convey truth: if so, if it is possible to drain a moment down to its epitome, and forget the feelings that brought yu to that core, well, what answer would u find, then: things must be related thru feeling: what the great ball of crystal threatens is to break the character of

the truth of what truth there was to discover by dismissing what is there now to discover: focusing instead on the loss of what was, since, well,

that truth

cannot be without a late- -arrival at it, and people feel stuff about arriving somewheres late, usually: they are pretty pissed about it, usually:

what people don’t think very hard about are things that don’t relate to them, such as bullshit feelings, feelings of petty annoyance to stump the undisciplined emotions in a person, and leave that person locked up in a hell of their own discomfiture: emotional bastards untrained in taking large amounts of anxiety, anxiety felt as haunting- -ness: so, then, taking all of this into account, i will attempt to recognize a truth by displaying it without emotion or a rousing of the hypos: rather

this is a dedication to what is in the argument

and is not to what is not in the argument: i don’t care much about what i don’t say: what i do say are things without proper demonstrations, sweeping statements, cleaning up things, hopefully, afterwards, attempting, once again, to ford the gulf between what i mean and what i say: attempting to remember the point that got tired of waiting for u to come to it: that is, for me, for me to come to it: ah, forget it: it doesn’t matter anyways: somehow i managed to explain only the thought i did not have, while things, things that could have been said were lost in this large, general statement about the finiteness of thought/emotion: finite because limited, limited because not searched for: not searched for, because the feeling i would have for finding it: arriving at it would be too big to dislocate my need, yes, my need to protect myself from the meaning, sensible, that

i could have found in it: so instead i live in it, in this hauntingness: i live in it as tho i did not need to arrive and so then strip that hauntingness of feeling, before i suffocate beneath the shroud of that greatness:

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