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jeremijade · 10 months
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My dear friend in the lake 
I had a friend, a dear friend, 
But now he is gone, taken away
And I am forever waiting,
waiting to see him again someday. 
I remember his eyes; those eyes, 
they caught the light in the most brilliant of ways,
they looked like fiery sparks in the darkest of nights 
But the darkest night was actually morning. 
I saw how they were suffering, 
suffering with a terrible burden,
Wanting to stay until the next day, 
until spring came. 
But they left. He left. 
Not being able to see me mourn,
Not being able to see the first blooming roses 
Not being able to see the birds, 
that flew over the lake he now resided in. 
The next spring, fast approaching, it came 
And just as fast as it arrived, so quickly it passed.
The roses that bloomed a vibrant red, 
Almost as red as the blood on my hands, 
they wilted away under the hot summer sun's rays 
But the blood did not dry, it stayed and stained everything. 
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stil-lindigo · 1 year
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the sunset.
a comic about two outlaws who loved each other, despite everything.
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inkskinned · 1 year
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"it's so embarrassing you like that popular thing" "oh ew that geeky/strange thing is so cringe lol" "oh it's kind of weird you get excited about that harmless shit"
dude i love how ironic and jaded you are and that's so cool and sexy of you. and i am so so glad to tell you - you won!! we all had a meeting and we decided that you won, and we are writing your name on the inside of a burger king crown. the marker smeared, sorry, but we knew any form of real effort is ugly to you. but anyway. congrats! you are officially the coolest, most ironic, most jaded person in-the-world-right-now. we would throw you a party but you would think it was totally boring - and besides, we're weird so we wouldn't have been coming. we would have brought our love of beetles and of baking and of little canapes. we would have brought our artsy videogames and pages of writing. we would have written a poem with you, our hands covered in ink, and spread out a canvas to dance on, the night so lurid and pink.
but do not worry. we will not throw the party. we will just get you a ringlight and that crown i mentioned. it is a nice crown, except for where one of us dropped it.
the vote was a really hard one because we had so many cool ironic people to pick off the shelves. all of you have hands that rot fruit, how strange is that - you can't look at something without destroying it for other people. you like it when you can squeeze a person into a pinpoint - all us small ones scampering our little feet around our ugly joys. the vote was also a hard one because we kept our voices down because you don't like it when we talk too loud. you were on your phone at the time, talking to people other than us. you are a ghoul of every moment - half in, half out, you resent us for being here without shame or embarrassment.
so good news! we have invented an island for people like you. you get to go there and speak into the air things like if you still like watching harmless twitch streamers in 2023 you're fucking boring. you will say things like liveplay podcasts are fucking ugly and it's kind of awkward they try to make everything gay. on the island we made you, all of your words will have weight. they will form in the air like icicles, large white behemoth letters that will crumple in anvils around your feet. maybe we will send someone there once in a while to sweep, but honestly you might be there for a while, alone, waiting. we are busy being outside looking for mushrooms and flapping our hands and humming. we are busy kicking our little heels while we watch cringey tv. we are busy - sorry! as an apology, we have pre-filled the island with every bland, mediocre, unscented thing we could find. the island has the texture of american cheese. the island has an ocean that never gets angry. the island is perfect for you, trust me. you will be so happy there - as happy as you can be, ironically.
we want to say we are sorry for doing harmless things that you find annoying, childish, or unappealing - but we are not sorry. we thought we could help you, because we don't mind laughing at ourselves, but it turns out you are allergic to color and noise and atmosphere, so this is the best that we can do for now. we are all making a big shirt that says i voted in the ironic monarchy. we got you one that is just a fast fashion buttondown. i am so excited for you and this island and the big life you have won. you have a cool jaded grey life and miles of irony to roam. i love you! be well.
now leave us alone.
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lotrmusical · 2 years
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a. e. housman, from 'hell gate'
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magnolia-sunrise · 3 months
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Did he who made the Lamb make thee? - this is heavily referencing Jacques Fabien Gautier d'Agoty's "Anatomical Angel" illustration, it's also inspired by William Blake's art, specifically "The Great Red Dragon" and his poem "The Tyger"
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wolfiery · 7 months
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— richard siken, detail of the woods
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poetryoutloud · 1 year
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sleep for the unfinished - v.w.
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lilllium · 1 year
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— J. Allyn Rosser, from Sugar Dada
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girlfriendpato · 4 months
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It Was Like This: You Were Happy by Jane Hirshfield
Merry Christmas clara @frickinsweet from your secret santa <333 I hope you have a wonderful 2024
ps I've absolutely butchered this gorgeous poem (cutting out an entire stanza and a half) so obligatory link to the poem!
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twinnedpeaks · 7 months
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a sorry lack of funerals, elvira s.
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whenyoulosesmallmind · 4 months
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Nicklas Bäckström & the Washington Capitals (+ nickeovi) ― Immortality, Clare Harner | insp.
credits: x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x.
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stil-lindigo · 1 year
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floor _
a short comic about struggling to find yourself.
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trainingdummyrabbit · 4 months
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parents are really fascinating creatures. theyll watch this thing they brung into existence Stop eating Stop cleaning Stop going outside Stop doing much of anything Without being able to explain and theyll go Hm. Clearly This Thing Is A Spoiled Brat.
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bigtittiecomitte · 4 months
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N and Uzi need date
N and Uzi need kiss
N and Uzi need marriage
N and Uzi need baba
N and Uzi need grenade
N and Uzi need explosion
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eddiebabygirldiaz · 6 months
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- bleeding love, original poem, for my beloved @shortsighted-owl happy birthday <3
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ghost-bxrd · 4 months
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Cyr here to report, ma'am. You ask, I deliver:
A Challenge To The Dark
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance
amazing how death wins hands down amazing how much credence is given to idiot forms of life
amazing how laughter has been drowned out amazing how viciousness is such a constant
I must soon declare my own war on their war I must hold to my last piece of ground I must protect the small space I have made that has allowed me life
my life not their death my death not their death…
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my life not their death
my death not their death…
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