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Mon Mar 08, 2021 12:49 pm
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JoyDark says...



Drooping eye bags remind me of hammocks:
Purple sacks of cloth, hanging from two rough trunks
In the shade of an oak, or perhaps a fir;
A breeze blows—the hammock sways, calm,
Feeling the air rustle around it, within it;
If only I could climb into one of those hammocks
And close my puffy eyes, rest them in the cool
Afternoon shade—but alas, the hammocks are
But daydreams, and these long, drooping eye bags
Are real.
she/her

woah
i actually made a post
pretty radical if you ask me
  





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Mon Mar 08, 2021 3:15 pm
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quitecontrary says...



I thought I sailed headlong into it,
that these waves were my demise
as well as my saving grace;
I thought this shallow water an ocean,
and more than that I worried--
I worried at what was to come.
"It is only through shadows that one comes to know the light."
- St. Catherine of Sienna

"One of the most cowardly things ordinary people do is to shut their eyes to facts."
- C.S. Lewis
  





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Tue Mar 09, 2021 4:57 pm
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LUNARGIRL says...



I hear the music
you play next door,
I can feel the rhythmic motion
under my floor.
It sinks into my soul,
and echos to the beat of my heart,
and I want more.
I close my eyes,
and dream again,
until the very end.
Then the rhythm stops,
and my heart wants to drop,
as I wait once more,
for your music to seep under my door,
so my heart can beat in rhythm to it once more.
"ONE CANNOT BE BRAVE WHO HAS NO FEAR."
  





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Wed Mar 10, 2021 1:22 pm
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Liminality says...



tw: glass + human flesh + arson

literally, no one asked
you to be human,
to rip the bullet shell we are born in
apart.

i still believe we were made to be telescopes
in all our metal finery, and a glass
window facing the stars.

no one asked you to shatter your lens
and rub it into your sewn-together skin
or to preach this broken methodology
like declaring a patent, an invention,
and burning the observatory.
she/her

.
Have you met my friend, The Story Review Template?
  





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Wed Mar 10, 2021 2:25 pm
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LUNARGIRL says...



The stars flash against
the night sky,
the white light blinding
against the night,
but I still stare up,
if only to witness
the wonder of the world above.
"ONE CANNOT BE BRAVE WHO HAS NO FEAR."
  





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Thu Mar 11, 2021 1:19 am
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Liminality says...



In some universe, I am algae
drifting through the sea without a heart
or brain. In some universe,
that is, but not the current one
where I crawl over volcanic rock,
sharp quartz in the heels of my palms.
she/her

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Sat Mar 13, 2021 8:38 pm
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alliyah says...



haiku -

breakfast jam stuck sweet
dribbled over counter-top
ants harvest with glee
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return
  





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Tue Mar 16, 2021 8:35 am
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Liminality says...




Beautiful things are midnight apparitions,
ghastly chills between ribs that
shutter shut at the sensation
of something precious
needing to be protected.
she/her

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Tue Mar 16, 2021 3:29 pm
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quitecontrary says...



There's a Fibonacci sequence
at the tip of my fingers,
just barely brushing the neurons
and sending joules of electricity
to warn my brain of what's coming;
the waves of fear are exponential
and I shiver unconsciously
as I glance at the eight-legged arachnid--
such was my demise that day,
when the unassuming spider
frightened little Miss Muffet away.
  





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Tue Mar 16, 2021 3:37 pm
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Liminality says...



To forgive the past I must
tug at the rolled-up petals
of a withered dahlia
abandoned frozen by the roadside.
she/her

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Fri Mar 19, 2021 10:38 pm
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fatherfig says...



your house

im traveling down a
street that i dont
know there are no hands
for me here nothing to
hold there are no lights
even though the light is
gold these streets are cold
but walking within them i seem
to glow these lonely eyes
peek around and some meet mine
as i walk into town i see smiles
sparse and few and much like mine
some are new not many people
here have a reason to smile
but i do and i can confidently say
its you my reason is you
"i dont slay i slaughter, luke i am your father..." ~fatherfig
  





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Mon Mar 22, 2021 2:44 am
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Liminality says...



tw: burns

receptacle --
such a glassy word
for something so
molten.

to receive you is
to cup one's hands in lava
and let them burn, leaving
raw red flesh
behind.
she/her

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Have you met my friend, The Story Review Template?
  





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Fri Mar 26, 2021 4:49 am
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Shady says...



lil fishy blowing bubbles in chilled water;
me on the bank, watching with adoration
but it's mixed with a dash envy.
how i wish to be so carefree,
listening to the burbling of a gentle stream,
unburdened from self-awareness
and this dreadful cognition.

"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus
"From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf
"A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni
[they/he]
  





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Fri Mar 26, 2021 5:04 am
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Liminality says...



Maybe the music I want most
is silence. Quiet lamplight glow
atop a stack of glossy notebooks,
softening their edges.

I no longer wish to hear
the orchestral onerousness
of suffering.
she/her

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Have you met my friend, The Story Review Template?
  





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Wed May 19, 2021 1:04 am
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momonster says...



Here I am - Momo
Forced to use my bad talents
@Hannah is so cruel
For sin shall no longer be your master, because you are not under the law, but under grace.
Romans 6:14 NIV

never apologize for standing up for what you believe in.

previously MomoandAppa, LordMomo, MomoMajesty, and dancingontheclouds
  








I'll show my defiance through ironic obedience!
— AstralHunter