I need to know who made this cause this is too real fkjdjdjddjdjdjdjdnk

Thinking of yourself as beyond what you appear to be is difficult when the flesh hugs our abominable souls tight

**The Rhyme**

My tongue has a thing
that sits at the center
and on my back, wings
that flew off to winter.

I feel the edges intersect
in a livid movement of time
anarchy inside an architect
with the cheapness of rhyme.

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Here's a late night poem (for me at least)

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Ok but like, it's funny how an interest in the occult led to me also taking up poetry. Which led to me leaning further into writing.

So I guess I gotta owe my love for poetry to spellwork 😅

#occultsky #witchsky

Look at this little sausage T-T

I'm gonna miss her and her sausageness. Until we meet again next year if the world's still alive.

(1/2)

#dogpic #pet

I give my love
to the eons past
my future sitting
behind your sight

and I care not
if my love returns
for your company
holds my truth.

And I look for you
behind the dark
beneath the breath
that chills the day

and the soul
of song that loves me
so I gave you
my living dreams.

Now awake in you.

Ate they did of the sky above, spilt they did of the love of man.

But man did not collect that spilt love, they did not lick the loam for that sacred elixir.

And in the maws of nature caught between the pebbles, the love she took.

But man hated that love, so again they broke her teeth.

Sometimes I wonder, why you chose to colonize a letter

made something for all

just for you

and made it a letter that marked its end.

An X without a treasure at the end,

and the death of the blue bird who used to sing there. Your grave is your name. And what a dark name it became.

#writing #vss
The dark knight blocked the hero's path, arms crossed over broad chest. "The king's busy."
The hero blinked. "What?"
"Does next month sound good?"
The hero looked at the holy blade in his hand. "I guess?"
World's fate would have to wait. His grandma always said, "Hell is bureaucracy."

“I love you”,
are the words I wanted to say,
as I had your hands clasped in mine,
on that rainy day.

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Beloved with hands stained by sunlight

and the tide weaves into the hairs that sway in the salt

and the tears mixed high and low against the crash of the waves

and its evening sun bleeding from its nose

all covered us in its red shadow.

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People obsessed with war,
with holy lands,
with reasoning their faith.

But the land is now soaked
in blood not their own,
and not sacrificed to god.

For those who died
were not offered to any,
they were killed for people.

For ideas, for cruelty,
and 43,000 dead?
No that's not right,
more coming.

So said the beginning of the end,
within the end within the end.

And loved a chapter sealed shut,
by the remnants of food once shared.

Never again, reminded
the little staying bits.

And surrendered did it lower,
the word of love past.

So new love is here,
and the web has stuck another.

But the wings returned,
a wing-clipped bird.

Exchanged in time,
with wings more delicate.

For time has given form,
to the twisting beastly avian.

And here came swift,
the blue ambling thing.