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pheonix-of-poetry · 5 years

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It is my honor to pronounce you, one.

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A small post about my OC’s in development and their dumbness

I honestly rly love these two sjsjskks

Nathanial (Nate) and Peanut are two of my OC’s in development and i kinda wanted to make a thing about their relationship to see how its all starting

Neha who is featured here is also one of my OC’s

• Peanut lowkey is a pining mess from the second he saw nate

• Nate is peak oblivious

• One time Peanut actually asked Nate out and they went on a whole ass date but Nate just thought it was a friendly™️ hangout 💀 (poor peanut)

• Peanut went almost a whole week thinking they were dating

• But then Nate talked about the cute barista and Peanut cried :|

• Nate is still oblivious

• Peanut asks Neha for help

• She comforts Peanut by simply stating that Nate has too much dumbass energy pent up

• Secretly she talks to Nate

• Nate (it turns out) has a big schoolboy crush on peanut (he just doesn’t know it)

• Neha sits and listen to Nate talk about how much he admires and cherishes Peanut

• She wants to slap him

• Please Nate is actually so dumb

• He’s never had a crush tho so that’s why he’s not aware of what’s going on

• “Is wanting to cuddle and take your bro to nice places while holding his hand gay?”

• Ofc not

• At Christmas time they actually have their first kiss

• Under the mistletoe

• Peanut almost died

• Nate thought it was nice 10/10 but you know its always nice to kiss someone why would it be different from any of the other girls he’s kissed

• It’s totally not gay

• Just lips

• Nice lips

• Peanut is so stressed

• The whole thing is giving him anxiety

• Neha rly wants to help but how do you help when they’re both ~so~ stupid

• She tells Peanut to just let Nate know how he feels

• “He’s never going to feel the same, and I’m pretty sure he’s straight!”

• “Then why’d he kiss you?”

• “TRADITION!!!”

• At this point Nate still doesn’t know he’s bi btw,,,

• He just thinks Peanut is a VERY good friend and its PERFECTLY normal to think he’s the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen

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pheonix-of-poetry · 5 years

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gorb

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pheonix-of-poetry · 5 years

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the mage explaining to simon how to use magic: but like, go off ig ://

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pheonix-of-poetry · 5 years

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stop.

if you are in the carry on fandom, please reblog this post.

i wanna see how big we are

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pheonix-of-poetry · 5 years

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Water bubble and a child’s cry Drops of poison in an apple pie Bittersweet taste and a knot to tie Honor to uphold and rules to defy

Two paths but only one way to go Like a dam broken, let the tears flow The story of the sun and the lovesick crow Life is more than we care to know

A dysfunctional allele, a broken cup Still exist on this plane, and the kingdom up Bitter like the sweetness of the maple syrup Burning the house, where you grew up

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pheonix-of-poetry · 5 years

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Sometimes I think I’d be a lot happier if I was just stupid. If I didn’t understand life as deeply as I do.

Lexi Caccetta (via lexicaccetta)

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pheonix-of-poetry · 5 years

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I'm crying?

this has been all i thought about since winter break

you don’t really know how to talk to me any more and in all honesty neither do i

see, you told me so little, while i kept talking all about how i feel day in and day out it have been exhausting

just to keep up with me when there is so much more that you have to deal with

it can be tough, i know, trust me everything feels like it’s going to tip the scales and then the slightest movement makes it all crumble into dust

i just hope you remember that you can talk to me whenever even if you don’t like talking

sometimes you might need it

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pheonix-of-poetry · 5 years

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OOF, so beautiful

~Placed in the Sky~

People of the past, Looked up at the stars. Decided they needed names. And what more befitting, Than the gods.

Saturn, Adorned with the crown, That some call rings, Flaunting his wealth. Just as he always had.

Jupiter, Adorned with astronomical bodies, Which have just replaced women, And taken their names. Some not even named, Forgotten as many ladies of myth have.

Triton, Whose whole world, Still revolves around Neptune. Biggest of the bodies, That surrounds his father.

Venus, Sister to Earth. She still burns with fiery passion. They say, That’s what made her so similar to humanity. And maybe she once was. But that was long ago.

The gods took to the skies, And were placed amongst the stars, That still guide us home.

~Euterpe

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pheonix-of-poetry · 5 years

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I love this

August 15, 2018 6:07pm

The next time I see you will I even notice the person you’ve become. Yeah I’ve changed but my reason was you. Cause how could I stay the same when another guy is loving you?

When you lose you get back up

Well I got back up differently

That’s when I noticed you weren’t missing me

If I don’t text first then we’d never talk at all

Every hour I check to see if you call

When I call you tell me you miss me

I’ve been stuck seeing what we could be

Days go by, you say I’m pushing you away

Really? I’m not. I was just never meant to stay

Now when we talk nothings the same

You know how I feel. And I feel pretty lame

Seeing you with him is the new everyday

The you and me is farther and farther away

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pheonix-of-poetry · 5 years

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Damn, this is too good. I felt this as I read.

when i think of you, i think of contrast

everything about you is either black or white

at your worst i fear you’ll end up in a hearse

but at your best you put up one hell of a fight.

and i’d like to believe that you are better than your best

that the amount of love in your heart is enough to clean up your mess

that every morning you sing a song as you get dressed

and that you think of this life as a blessing instead of a test.

but i know eventually the season will change, you will too

i know that the somber feeling of fall will change into winters blue

but when winter is over and spring arises

i pray i’m worthwhile to keep around too.

and i wanted to believe that i was better than my best

that hurting myself every night will stop when i lay down to rest

to push down the little break downs

in glass bottles packed too tight

to keep the fractures from the surface

to trick myself ‘til morning’s light.

and i wanted to believe that i was better at my best

that constant numbing distraction is a phase i will outlearn like the rest

to slow the shaking of the hands

i keep on fighting out of spite

to avoid all social settings

to convince me i’m alright.

because you don’t have a problem

if you look just fine

everyone fights a hard battle

so i’ll learn to deal with mine

but i wanted to believe that i’d feel better at my best

that love would finally conquer this aching in my chest.

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pheonix-of-poetry · 5 years

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Dirt on the ground, Blood in my hands, I recall what I've done, As I try to flee the lands. You won, you won, That's all you should know, Your unintentional actions, Made me put up this show. The bodies are hung by strings, Much like puppets for a play, Their sins unknown, Much like the meaning of what you say.

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pheonix-of-poetry · 5 years

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In a world filled with souls like hers,

It's hard to find one that matches yours.

True reflection is inverted at best,

But our parallels meet at the cores.

#idk what this means #it's 2am #I should be studying #poem #QOUTE #poetry #feels #feelings #words #literature

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pheonix-of-poetry · 6 years

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I just see the people around me, and even myself. Working too hard to gain success, weeks filled with unfinished meals and sleepless nights. Fear of failure looming over our heads, as if waiting for us to be our weakest and most vulnerable to strike.

Most of our lives is spent in struggle, pain, despair, disappointment, sorrow, regret and fear. I’m not saying the good parts don’t exist, they are the reason we carry on. But yet, in Dari, we say

“Ta Jan Ba Tan Ast, Jan Bikan Ast”

meaning as long as you are alive, you are struggling for one thing or another.

Be it a baby trying to reach for its pacifier a few inches away from it, a toddler trying so hard to open a jar, a kid trying to reach the cookie on the shelf, a tween trying to do maths, a teen trying to be healthy, an adult trying to thrive, a partner trying to keep their significant other happy, a parent trying to fulfill all their child’s needs, or a grandparent trying to laugh without coughing. It’s all struggles.

Some got it less, some got it more. I believe we are all given lives according to how much we can take. Those who got it easy can’t survive it hard, and for those who got it hard, easy is simply boring. Just like an adult playing a child’s car game, it isn’t as fun as finishing a mission on IGI with full health.

But like, this whole struggle, this war, called life. Everyone will fall, die in the end. So if it’s simply gonna end anyways, why do we go through all the trouble. Billionaires and beggars both end up surrounded by dirt, all alone.

The unknown behind the wall, god. (Atheists can stop reading from here lmao, I like to believe there’s a god watching all my moves cuz I make puns nobody understands and it would be a disappointment if they go wasted)

I believe god made us for entertainment, like a live reality show. A mans wife is cheating on him with the employee he fired a week ago, a teenage guy is in love with a girl, not knowing she’s lesbian, a man has been spoiling his grandchildren for years, unknown to him that they will be the ones abandoning him.

We are all means of entertainment for god. Our lives are like tv channels, the remote in God’s hands. We are put in strange situations, because god is curious what would happen. Life goes on, we keep struggling, and the entertainment never ends.

But at the same time, I’m still glad to be alive, to be able to feel, be it excitement or grief. I’d rather be alive than not exist. This is a journey, destiny is same for all but not the path. Some are going along with a group of friends, learing new things on the way, some are going solo but in peaceful solitude, some have their joints and muscles aching and don’t think they can make it.

But it’s enjoyable, and life comes once, or at least that’s what we know. We should make the best of it.

#qoute #qoutes #poem #poetry #literature #writing #mind palace #thoughts #opinions #feel free to disagree #i changed my username again #probably gonna happen a lot #till i finda less cliche but accurate and deep one #poet #poets #inked thoughts #text #lit

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pheonix-of-poetry · 6 years

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If all are meant to fall,

What is the purpose of this war?

The unknown behind the wall,

Is being entertained from afar.

All are passengers of a train,

The destiny is one for enemy and friend,

Yet, there are those enjoying the ride,

And those who can’t wait for it to end.

But where is the point in all of this?

I see and hear many of them ask,

If it is meant to end anyways,

Why put on a fake smiling mask?

But the journey itself my dear,

Is more beautiful than the destination,

And such a precious time like this,

Shouldn’t be spent in isolation.

(Next post explains it, kinda)

#i wrote a poem again #noregrets #although it could be better #but theres always room for improvement #im gonna be a doctor #in this life #but in another life #ill be a poet and writer #poem #poetry #literarure #watch me put inaccurate tags #feels #qoute #tumblr writers #writer #muse #words of wisdom #not really

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pheonix-of-poetry · 6 years

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Much to tell, Much to Hide,

A life given, Without a guide,

Right or wrong? Does it really matter?

It’s the dilemma, that makes us shatter,

Around the world, Billions of lives,

Ironic actions, Words sharp as knives,

Somewhere is in chaos, Are you and I,

Drinking in the beauty, Of the moonlit sky,

Under the stars, We empty our sorrow,

Moments of bliss, No care of tomorrow,

But the bliss is short-lived, A war is near,

So I bid you farewell, Heart filled with fear.

#poetry #love poetry #romantic poems #dont @ me its 3 am #i wrote this #its so beautiful #poem #love and war #love #i sound cliche #cliche poem #wtf am i doing

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pheonix-of-poetry · 6 years

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If you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

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