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historyisfullofwars · 5 months
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The song is ended, but the melody lingers on
— Irving Berlin
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whumpshaped · 7 months
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whumptober 6
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tw past trauma, death, loss of a friend, suicidal ideation, self-blame, emotional whump
"It should've been me."
Whumpee stared at their reflection in the mirror, letting the words hang in the air. They didn't dare say it to the people they should've; they were too afraid of giving them an opportunity to say what they were most afraid of hearing.
'Yes. It should've.'
But they had to say it, if only to ease their mind and let the greater forces of the universe know that they knew. Even if it was only their reflection they had the courage to confide in, at least it was something.
"I... I should've done better. I should've... somehow... I don't know." They gripped the edge of the sink, shaking their head a little. Stupid tears. Stupid emotions. Stupid fucking life. They couldn't even end it now out of guilt, because it would've rendered Caretaker's sacrifice useless. "Fuck. Why... why was I the one who got out... This is so ridiculous."
They heard a scratching noise from the other side of the door, and they quickly tore their gaze away from the mirror. They let the cat walk inside and rub its little face against their leg, mewling happily.
"I wonder what you'd think of me if you knew," they muttered, crouching down to scratch behind the fluffy thing's ears. "Maybe you're the only one who's actually happy I'm here. That makes you very special, you know that?"
They teared up again at the memory of talking to Caretaker about pets in their shared cell. Caretaker had always loved the idea of Whumpee getting a cat once they were free. They insisted that a kitten was the absolute perfect match for their personality.
"Can I name your future kitty?" they had asked one day. Whumpee smiled.
"Sure."
The cat looked up at them with those big, innocent eyes, and Whumpee couldn't resist the urge to pick them up. "Come on, Hope. Let's get you some dinner."
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greyaugustuspoetry · 8 months
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I used to be afraid of ghosts
I’d sleep with the lights on
Pray to god to keep them out
And keep all my limbs under the sheets
But then you died
And now I’m hoping
That this house is haunted
So that I can feel you in my bones
Just for one last time
-Grey Augustus
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thesongsofautumn · 11 months
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~DEATH
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Lost by losing you.
I feel so lost.
Some days I manage to live.
Only twinges of pain at the memories here and there.
Other days
Days like today
Its overwhelming.
It clenches my heart and drains air from my lungs.
It tightens my throat and erases any hope I have left.
On the days that I live
I feel guilty.
At the end of the day I’ll lie in my bed and feel guilty that I laughed at something funny. That I ate something I enjoyed.
That I spent time with a friend or a loved one and I was happy.
And when I look back on the time we spent together watching tv, or playing on our phones, not paying attention to one another.
I hate myself.
I hate myself for not appreciating it more.
Because I would give anything and everything to spend just one more moment with you.
To tell you how much I miss you.
To hold you close and tell you how much I love you.
How much you mean to me.
How much I wish I could see you one last time.
These are the things that I think about.
The things I wish I could Tell you.
The feelings that flood me with piercing agony and leave me feeling so broken and empty that every poem, book, song, movie and show depicting loss in such an aggressive and dramatically tragic manner makes sense.
Some days I live.
Other days I just survive.
I can never truly explain how much I miss you.
How much you mean to me.
How much of an impact you made on me.
You changed me for the better.
You were there when no one else was.
And now inexplicably you’re gone.
And it’s soul crushing.
Every part of losing you has shattered everything around me.
I’m lost without you.
I’m so lost by losing you.
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It is said that when your father dies then advise (nasiha) for you has died with him; and when your brother dies then part of your blessings has died with him; and when your mother dies then part of your light (nur) has been put out; and when your sister dies then part of your smile would be lost; and when your close friend dies then your eyes have gone blind. Life is very short and should not be wasted on grudges, envy, hatred and breaking family ties. Smile with people, lower your wing and do your very best to uplift those around you.
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How would the tfp bots react to a bot who has an intense hatred towards humans because humans kill their human child friend and swear revenge on humanity
Warnings: Mentions of death of a friend, killing, death, harm to humans.
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Optimus:
He is sad and disheartened to hear about the fate of their friend. But he does not think revenge is the answer, especially on all of humanity.
He tries to talk to the bot and get them to reconsider. He tries to tell them there are so many good humans in the world that are innocent. To attack them when they have done nothing wrong would be unfair.
He highly discourages attacking any of the humans. They have their own fight to deal with, they should not bring a war to the humans.
Arcee:
Out of everyone, she understand their pain the most. She has lost partners and wanted revenge for their deaths. So she understands. She also knows there are some horrible humans out there.
However she can not condone violence on humanity. She will never try to force them to like humans. She tries to introduce them to Jack, to show them there are still good humans. But if they don't want to listen she can't force it.
What she does say, is she will always protect the humans. If the bot tried to attack, she would not support or help them and may even fight against them to protect the humans.
Bumblebee:
Bee does his best to keep his human friends far away from the bot. Maybe introducing them to Raf will show the bot there are good humans still. But Bee won't risk it.
Instead he keeps Raf and the other kids far away and tries to convince the bot with his own words. He wants to change their mind, he stays hopeful that over time they will loosen and soften and decide not to take revenge.
Bee knows there are some horrible humans, and he hates that the bots friend was killed. The thought does make him angry at the humans who did it. But he doesn't think revenge will change anything.
Bulkhead:
He's a little more aggressive towards the bot. He is sad their friend died and he offers his condolences. He wouldn't be able to stand it if something happened to Miko. Which is why he won't let them take their revenge on humanity.
There are too many good humans, including the kids they know. And Bulkhead will not allow any harm to come to them.
He states quite firmly if the bot goes near his humans or threatens them, he will take them down.
Ratchet:
He thinks it is awful their friend was taken from them. If they want revenge on the killers that is their choice. But he doesn't understand the logic in them now hating all of humanity. When many of them are innocent.
Ratchet thinks their grief is taking their revenge and hatred too far. He wants to talk to them and try to help them through it, to hopefully ease their resentment.
It took Ratchet a while to warm up to the humans but now he has, he won't allow harm to come to them. And he knows none of the others will allow it either.
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miscmagpie · 2 months
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Last night I had a dream you were still alive.
It was so vivid.
You came to visit and we were talking about things to do in town. I was planning to come up and visit y'all again later, and you were excited my trip would line up with a local art class you wanted us to do together.
I got to make you laugh again. I got to see him smile.
We were going to grab dinner and then go explore the city, but you saw the photo book on my wall and asked about it. Because you never got to see it.
That was enough for me to remember and wake up sobbing.
Life isn't fair. Life isn't fucking fair.
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echoarts03 · 2 months
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Just had to put my cat down last night.
TW below the cut: Starvation & death
My gray tuxedo cat, Clouseau [clue-so], was put down at 9:10pm EST on March 4th, 2024. He was my unregistered emotional support animal, a major lovebug, and a *velcro cat. Even when he was sick and could hardly walk, he came to me and climbed into my lap when I cried. He was one of the best cats I ever have had/will have and will be missed dearly by so many people.
*Velcro cat: Feline companions that follow their humans everywhere are often referred to as “Velcro pets” because of their desire to be attached to your side.
You may be curious; why did we euthanize him? Well, not only did he have thyroid disease, kidney disease, and POSSIBLY lymphoma, but he was also starving himself. And on top of that, he was FIV+, meaning his body just couldn't fight these things off like a normal cat's immune system could have, even with the plethora of medicines we were giving him.
My brother, who wanted nothing to do with this cat, broke down into tears before we left, holding the cat for the first and only time ever, grieving just like me, my mom, and my cousin were.
He said he wants to be a part of the next cats' lives.
It was my first time being a part of the euthanasia process, and it was the longest hour I've ever experienced. I held him when it happened, and my mom and I held each other for a long time when we got to the car.
I went to bed at 10:30 last night as opposed to 12/1 am.
He's been so sick, though, that this morning, I feel a lot less awful than I thought I would be feeling. He's out of pain, He's with his brother now! And as much as I miss him, he wasn't living the life he deserved to live. He was suffering. My mom thinks I did a lot of my grieving before he died, and I came to terms with it relatively early on.
Of course, I still miss him, though.
All I hope is that he was greeted with open arms by his brother, who we not only lost last February, but was also his best friend.
We will be going to the shelter on Friday in hopes of adopting 2 new cats.
Hold your animals close, guys. The void they'll leave once they're gone is suffocating.
Rest in peace, Clouseau. Mommy loves you. ❤️
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internalearthquake · 2 years
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a heart devoid of blue
this farewell has left my heart cracked
parched and yearning for nourishment
like a drought in a river, rock edges sharp
jabbing me relentlessly with every heart pulse
the brilliant blue tint of the sky mocks
as the blueness in my heart evaporates
bare, deserted, and meaningless is my life
the passion i once believed to flow with time
is simply a lonesome photograph of what was,
a static moment of what will never be again
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fatecanberewritten · 3 months
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My heart had joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.
Richard Adams, Watership Down
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to-many-wips · 4 months
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greyaugustuspoetry · 1 year
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Processing Death
There was a toy
Covered in gold
It brought light
to a child's soul.
The toy was strong
It was as big as a bird
So easy to play with
Someone not loving it was absurd
But one day
it was left outside.
And a tree fell down
Crushing it’s sides
When the child found out
He cried and cried
Punched a wall.
Until he was satisfied
He grasped at the pieces
Putting them together
But nothing could fix it 
Not even love could make it better.
His mom gave him a new toy
But it wasn’t the same
Nothing could replace 
His warmest game
The boy was sad 
But he knew he’d be okay
Because he will always have the memories 
Of when the toy and him played.
This poem is my metaphorical take on the death of my friend and how I’ve coped with that loss. He died when I was thirteen and it’s been a long journey of coming to terms with that fact. Go tell the people you love that you love them, and do that everyday, because death can come at any moment. Loss hurts, so badly, but eventually it hurts less and it becomes easier to live with. Be like the boy in this poem, seek comfort in the memories you have with the people around you. Thank you for reading my emotions, I hope you enjoyed it.
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kittypatch · 1 year
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This resonates in me because I lost 3 life long friends, my sister, and my sweet boy,Asher, in the last year and a half. Life seems hollow without them yet littered with happy memories and sad moments of loss all at the same time. Accepting nothing will ever be the same again and knowing that there is more of the same yet to come is heartbreaking 💔.
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problematic-poetess · 8 months
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You were my person.
You are my person.
You’ll always be my person.
The person i could say anything and everything to.
You were unparalleled.
You were amazing to me in every way.
you were my best-friend.
You are my best-friend.
I’ll never stop imagining what life would be like if you were here.
I’ll never stop wishing you were here.
I’ll never stop remembering every second we spent together.
I’ll never stop loving you.
I’ll never stop missing you.
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[Untitled Poetry 10/30/23]
The hush of the first freeze 
Creeping of dew and frost
Encroaching my perfect garden rows
Illuminating and screaming
That I didn’t really know
What I was seeing 
That i had never really seen it before
I was told 
there is nothing more beautiful
Nothing more sacred
Than a field of roses
So I lined them up
Perfect
Pristine
Red and full
And I watched them dry up 
Fall away
and die
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