ajack rigtmeow

22 | my inner outlet blog :3

[anasabdin]

Night melt

[ajackmeow]

[ajackmeow]

That era has passed - Nothing that belonged to it exists anymore - In the Mood for Love (2000)

[vexheart]

[audreyandromedablog]

Missing you is the worst withdrawal I ever had.

-- Andromeda

[ajackmeow]

[ajackmeow]

For the sake of a little flesh we deprive of sun, of light, of the duration of life to which they are entitled by birth and being - Plutarch

[ratbeef95]

[ajackmeow]

reow

[ajackmeow]

Poem ~ Knocking on your Shores

An original poem by me, a certified yearner :p

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Vast and empty ocean engulf me with your nothing. Your depth I cannot hope to measure without your current - welcome me.

I want to unveil your tides, unclothe. I'll get used to your cold, I'll warm there until I dread leaving your swallow - wrap around me.

You part ways with me sweet Jesus - am I Moses? You mistake me.

Recognise me kinsman and be gentle. I only seek to be wrecked, I'm a good captain I'll go down with my ship - let me come away with you.

Empty landlord you house all but me and I am your homeless - let me sink into you. I cannot float on your surface like the rest - I'll dive.

Dehydrate me - I am starved, parched. Steal my air and let me swallow your gallons for I am greedy.

I'll put on my very best chains and marry myself to your trenches if you just welcome me.

I'll be your moon and attend you - come under my influence. I bleed for you already shark - I welcome you.

End ~

[ajackmeow]

[horrorwomen-deactivated20250525]

Siren (PlayStation 2, 2003)

[ajackmeow]

Poem ~ Storage Whore

an original poem for my right meow :3

Help! My space is being held hostage. Antique musket caressing my head as I stare in at this five by ten.

The taker is my leaver. They empty - lighten - relieve themselves while filling my space with all this baggage.

Trunks and crates of curiosities hiding their innards, what potential did I see here lie now pillowing mounting dust.

Disposed of and I cannot pay these fees, I am a stranger to this debt and so I quietly hope they see fit to come back and collect.

Auction. For sale. Take a look and see the graveyard of my deceased. Bid away at all this pain. It's back breaking work to unpack these stacks.

Plunder pirate.

Open my vault and crack my safe third party and get a glimpse at all I contain. The remnants. The remains.

Call me a hoarder or better yet a whore for accommodating my spaces then begging it's excavation. I plead - any takers?

There's value in these boxes I swear. Take a look and see, then look again if you must - it's labelled fragile vultures.

Snap your beaks, lick your lips - please just don't holster your bids. Take all my stores back to your thrift, your shelves will heave and creak.

Then for a price - my head, my peace of mind - this empty remain, my aching space, pry open and take in all that is leftover again.

End ~

me rn.