A.E's Poetry and other rambles

Poet, and rambler; just trying to live.

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(っ◔◡◔)っ♥Welcome to A.E's poetry blog!♥

I’m quite happy that you’re here! I just want to get this out of the way right now; I am not a published author! I have yet to complete a project, but I have started many of them.

This blog is, in essence; something that I’m trying to utilize at the very least to finish a project—esspecially if I cannot make it as a published author.

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I love to write poetry, short stories; and random dialogs between my original characters. I’m starting to get into solo RPGs, and I would love to make one of my own one day. 

I do not specialize in one structure of poetry, I try to write in them all. I do this because sometimes a Haiku just fits the vibe better than a sonnet—or, I freestyle it. 

My short stories are my main nemeses. I love starting them—I’ll plan them out and maybe write a scene or two; but then I find something new and shiny, and devote all of my time to the new thing until that becomes boring… I’m almost certain you get the picture.

As far as the dialogs go, those are what really get me into the short story writing mode. I can write an entire conversation, then figure out where it’s taking place, then figure out why it’s happening—I love that.

I also try to write informative things as well, mainly essays—but don’t worry, they’re usually about 4 paragraphs tops… but I might expand on them for the purpose of this blog… I’m not sure though.

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Well, for starters—I’m A! I use pretty much any pronouns, whatever you can think of is what I want to go by.

I’m also 21, soon to be 22! You’re going to have to guess if you want to know my birthday though.

I am a perpetual student, I love to learn and expand my mind; and I love to help those in need when I can. I do not have any spare money at the moment—because I am currently out of a job due to severe and worsening fibromyalgia and schizoaffective (depressive type) disorder. But, I am trying to find one so I can start making some kind of income again.

However! Just because I have no spare money does not mean I have no spare food. I will cook/bake for anyone who needs something warm in the stomach. That’s just how I was raised. 

So, to answer this section’s question; I am many things wrapped up into one being. I’m an adult with two disabilities, but I am a generous being, and I am a funny being (in a deadpan sort of way), I am a “go with the flow,” kind of being—and most importantly, I am happy with my being!

I also would love it if people would reblog this introduction post, and any of my following posts—I want to make an open community for writers, artists, students, creators, analyzers, everyone!! So, please; if you wouldn’t mind rebloging my posts, that’d be highly appreciated.

Also!!!! I have a few side blogs now!!

@a-e-arthropods & @a-e-ocs

[deeptrospection]

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I'm in this post and I don't like it.

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Super sorry

super sorry for the multiple posts in a very short timeframe but I'm currently at a coffee shop and this dude just sat down next to me and his cologne is so damn strong it's almost suffocating. If I die from lack of clear oxygen then just know I died happy because I got to read The Idiot.

I never in my life want to be put in this position again. this is the only spot with charging outlets; I don't want to move but my eyeballs are threatening to leak.

halp

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May I suggest revenge?

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What is this proposition...?

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Super sorry

super sorry for the multiple posts in a very short timeframe but I'm currently at a coffee shop and this dude just sat down next to me and his cologne is so damn strong it's almost suffocating. If I die from lack of clear oxygen then just know I died happy because I got to read The Idiot.

I never in my life want to be put in this position again. this is the only spot with charging outlets; I don't want to move but my eyeballs are threatening to leak.

halp

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UPDATE TO THE SITUATION:

He left!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Super sorry

super sorry for the multiple posts in a very short timeframe but I'm currently at a coffee shop and this dude just sat down next to me and his cologne is so damn strong it's almost suffocating. If I die from lack of clear oxygen then just know I died happy because I got to read The Idiot.

I never in my life want to be put in this position again. this is the only spot with charging outlets; I don't want to move but my eyeballs are threatening to leak.

halp

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Took a few days off from the internet!

Simply because I was busy reading The Idiot. I really liked this book so now it's going to be everyone's problem.

Hehehehe! >:3

Also!! If like... anyone else has read The Idiot or anything similar; I'm writing an essay right now that'll compare some of the major themes from The Idiot to works of authors such as Dante, Shakespeare, and Jean Paul Sartre... If I stretch it I might be able to throw in Camus too... That'd be interesting!!

Anyways, I hope you all have a lovely day/rest of your day; and please feel free to message me if you want to be friends/reading/writing buddies!!! I'd love that so much, you have NO idea!!!!!

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Hey!! Wanna join an awesome discord server??

The server I'm about to advertise is one that I'm a trial mod for! But I do think that it's super neat-o and deserves a chance!!

Welcome to....

Loulbun

A nontox art centered server

This server is a system and lgbtqia+ friendly server made for those 18 or older to promote commissions or express their art freely!!

We even have the cutest mascot ever!!

This is Loul! You can refer to her with she/they pronouns; and they identify as female!! They are an African wild hare with one blind eye, and she is from South Sudan!!

The inspiration for Loul is as follows:

⊱ Loul's facial markings are based on the scars of the dinka tribe in south sudan. ⊱ Traditionally, boys get these scars to celebrate their transition into manhood. ⊱ As well, her outfit has punk rock influences.

---All credits go to the server owner for the description!!

Also!! If you have a spare server boost, and use it on this server; there are some perks that come with it!!

Your first boost grants you:

A custom emote, and a personal channel (called a studio)!!

Your second boost gives you:

TWO additional custom emotes, a custom autoresponder, and a custom announcement!!

So! Come on, join the server!! We might be quiet when you get there, but we've got a lot of personality!!

I can't wait to meet you!!!

If you're having trouble with the link please message me/comment!!

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Google Reviews

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An original poem by a medical assistant.

Please be kinder to your MA’s, we’re typically doing more than what you think we do. And if you think the doctor you’re seeing is bad at their job—try working for them. I’m fucking done.

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Also! Before you come at me saying “why not change professions?” I’m actively trying to do that. It’s not as easy as it might seem—as you’ll read in the poem below I am grossly underpaid; and guess what? I have medical bills of my own (and my mother’s)!

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Sorry for the longer intro—my dumbass needed to vent.

One star, one star, maybe two or a three; reviews are always plentiful, reviews are always mean.

“Horrible staff, incompetence at its peak; they don’t seem to hear you over the phone when you speak.”

I read these reviews, I’ve helped these people; but no matter what I do I’m always stupidly evil.

I wish I could respond, it wouldn’t even be out of a place of hurt; I wish I could respond, I want to be buried in the dirt.

My tolerance for the patients has hit an all time low, maybe that is why my days are going so slow.

I work for $17 an hour, 6 days a week; no overtime allowed, and no time for me.

I’m sorry if my responses are slow, I’m sorry if I can’t hear you when you speak.

Perhaps practice patience; and annunciate more when you speak.

I wanted to help, I truly did want to; but if this is how I’m treated, why should I continue to want to?

I work like a dog, 8:30am to 7:00pm, I get 30 minutes to eat and that is unpaid.

I work like a dog, and I am not even close to being viewed as a human by my employer today.

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Just wanted to say a biiiiig thank you to all 7 of my followers!!! To know that 7 people want to see more content/liked the content they already saw—Damn. That makes me very happy!!!!!

I just feel like—if 7 people came up to me and were all like “hey, you’re super cool. Let me like… stay updated on your stuff.” My anxiety would spike—but in the same breath my excitement and need to create would SKY ROCKET.

So, thank you to all the 7 people who have followed me on this hellsite—I hope you all have a fantastic thanksgiving, Happy Native American Heritage Day, happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanza, Happy Asarah B'Tevet—-HAPPY WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU CELEBRATE.

Love you all.

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I made a picrew of myself...

...In the event you wanted a visual of how I view myself!!

I used this picrew!

This image was created with Picrew’s “Scene/Emo Character Maker“!! https://picrew.me/share?cd=9sI9Gzqha5 #Picrew #SceneEmo_Character_Maker

Goodness I wish I could have that kind of hair; my hair is brown, and I have red in it... but the stripes look so fun!!!! I also gotta paint my nails.... maybe that'll happen soon....

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[Title might change]Forget ME not:

"Forget ME not" is a flash fiction work I've written through the thoughts and emotions of a forgotten OC. This can be potentially triggering to some; as my description of the "waste land" is kind of gross. Total word count for this ended up at 348 words.

I'm quite proud of this, and I hope you can get some enjoyment out of this as well. The story will be below the cut.

Before going into this though, I think it's important to note that your characters only have the emotions and thoughts that you give them. This is coming from someone who was really spooked by the Toy Story movies as a kid.

You are a demon. Only a demon from the most unfathomable pits of the human brain could ever think of doing this—let alone, actually doing it.

It might even be too lighthearted to call you a demon. Though… I must ask, do you enjoy it? Me, calling you a demon? Does it stroke your ego in all the right ways?

I hope not. You don’t deserve the pleasure you have given yourself while doing what you’ve done to them. What you’ve done to me.

I still, for whatever reason, have control over the movements of my dismembered body. I can’t see you; but I feel—I know that you can see me. Look at me.

I’ve been here; waiting. Waiting, contemplating, ruminating, debating… all just to pass the time. Time that I wish you did not have.

The time that you got to spend with your family, I was only able to stay in the dark. I hear every thought you’ve ever had; and it sickens me.

I wish you were in my place, and I was out there; this hell hole you’ve created for us is filled with rot, the guts of my friends—friends that are now so deformed from their original idea that they don’t know who I am.

…

Who am I…?

…

What am I…?

In the very beginning; you called me your best friend. Then it went to calling me an imaginary friend. Then it went to you ignoring my screams, then you found a way to completely shut me out—now I’m an “original character,” and by God do you not care about me anymore.

You put me in universes that I do not belong in; you make me fight battles I don’t wish to fight—I’ve been gutted by monsters, I’ve had my heart ripped out; but you still make me fight.

You are what Frankenstein was to the monster; and I am the heart beating inside those floor boards. I will drive you as mad as you drove me; I will end you as you ended me.

Hear me.

For I hear you.