carefully curled into crossaints across the couch, always alert for agitation around the abode, though the tabbies torpor will tuck away their thoughts, secretly their sentiment for you swells
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A mini acrostic ripe with alliteration :)
Unofficial Blue Cat of YWS =^-^= she/her please <3
I'm trying to build a thousand piece puzzle with nine-hundred and ninety-nine pieces. I lost the picture years ago, if I ever had it at all. There aren't any edge pieces, so most of the time I've just been sitting here, trial-and-error the only option. The whole picture is varying shades of a gradient, but two years ago I found out I'm colorblind. It really sucks when people walk by, saying "you're making it way harder than it is, just match the colors."
I didn't know they only had one hundred pieces, and they had a border that came pre-built.
I've learned a few tricks throughout the years to be able to assemble this with a little less tedium, but it's difficult to remember that I have a harder puzzle than others do, especially on those night when all I can do is scream in frustration at the hundreds of tiny pieces scattered around my room that just don't fit together.
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I want to come back to this and finish it out, but I don't have any more ideas right now.
Btw, this is a giant metaphor for neurodivergence :)
Unofficial Blue Cat of YWS =^-^= she/her please <3
i may have been born with wings, but i've never left the ground. i've tried, believe me, but whether there's too much fear, or they clipped them when i was young, i can never tell.
gravity is my cage, and i long to taste the freedom of wind through my feathers when the breeze won't blow.
i like to watch you fly. i gave up hoping for my own miracle a long time ago. i hope you know you are a miracle.
i know your head is full of clouds right now, but someday soon, come down for a moment, and tell me about it. tell me how it feels to fly.
Unofficial Blue Cat of YWS =^-^= she/her please <3
i paint my walls with dreams, a kaleidoscope of colliding colors dancing around my room. blue to inspire reaching past the clouds, or below the froth of the waves; green for growth rivalling the humble grasses, and yellow for the laughter of sunflowers, reaching their faces towards their namesake; red to feel love and anger and passion, feelings both welcomed and shunned as they remain woven together in the fabric of humanity; streaks of orange and pink, just for fun, and purple for the future where i dance beyond the sky, clothed in nebulas and stardust and painting the walls of the universe with colors i've only dreamed.
Unofficial Blue Cat of YWS =^-^= she/her please <3
you never realize how much the human body craves another's touch until it's 2am, alone in your apartment, miles and miles from recognizable faces, realizing your tears are the last thing that's cradled your face.
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Five years ago, we laughed as we spat out the bitter stew. You were never a good cook, but you tried again and again just to make one good Pollo Guisado. You were always determined like that. You never did figure out what was wrong with it before I left for school.
Four years ago, We thought we had forever. You were planning for law school (you always did like to argue), and I was studying to be a nurse. I wish I would've had more time to go home, but you insisted I needed to stay at school and study. I did need the time, but I'd have given it up for you in a heartbeat, if only we had known.
Three years ago, you got sick. I wish you wouldn't have been so stubborn about it. You had told me my knowledge was making me paranoid, but in truth, we all too often tried pretended away illness; an unfortunate side effect of our upbringing. When you finally caved, the doctors said it was too late. We were lucky to have any time, they said. It didn't feel lucky to watch you wither away, day after day of pain I couldn't heal.
Two years ago, I had to say goodbye to my baby sister, as six feet of earth stood forever between us. You were the one I was supposed to walk down the isle, the one who never got to see gray hair and grandchildren, the one who should've been burying me.
One year ago, I stood with hundreds of other graduates, future brimming with possibilities, searching the crowd for familiar faces, and though I knew your sharp brown eyes would never meet mine again, I looked through the sea of souls hiding behind soft stained glass eyes, and knew you were echoed in all the lives I could save.
Spoiler! :
From the POV of another OC of mine, Ian, from the same story as Rune. He's a Hispanic half-elf nurse and has taken all of these losses from his life to motivate him to do good for the world, the mirror to Rune's downward spiral because of hers.
Unofficial Blue Cat of YWS =^-^= she/her please <3
i'm sorry, the person you are trying to reach has no brain cells left, and is much too tired to help you. please do not contact for 3-5 business days, unless the building is on fire, or you have food. thank you!
Unofficial Blue Cat of YWS =^-^= she/her please <3
I love everything about this poem 0.0 It just played with my expectations so much omgg. I was expecting “is not available,” but the line was “has no brain cells left,” and I first read “or you have food” as “or … flood.” I love love love unexpectedness in poems C:
how many times will humanity go searching for the meaning of life? i say there is none; we live and we die, and if you're lucky you get remembered for a while.
what if we were searching for the wrong thing? there is no meaning to our destination, but there is meaning to the great journey of life; all the times you off-road or stop at silly tourist destinations like the World's Biggest Ball of Yarn as you pick up new friends and explore the paths beside you, instead of marching blandly towards the bitter end.
Unofficial Blue Cat of YWS =^-^= she/her please <3
being a romantic is hard, especially when you've never fallen in love.
i got chills the first (and only) time someone asked me out, adrenaline rushing though my system so fast i felt it run right from my head to my toes, like a shot of fire injected straight into my veins. but i quickly realized it was just the idea of it all.
i didn't want to be blunt, he was certainly nice enough, but i just wasn't interested in him like that, a cool friend, maybe, but nothing more.
but my hopeless romantic of a heart said maybe you can try? it made it so much harder than it needed to be, dancing around the truth like a moth around a flame, know i'll have to burn eventually.
i'm still dancing, hoping that maybe his vague wording don't mean what i thought it did, and the ending isn't in flames.
Unofficial Blue Cat of YWS =^-^= she/her please <3
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