ashendandelions2

Name:Hunter◇He/It◇Nerd◇Feel free to send me poem promots

[ashenroses6]

Hey! I like to write poems a lot, I do crafts aswell and nerd out about video games. My love and joy is Berries and Cream RC😍. I'm kidding, it's my beautiful partner, he might be referenced in a poem or two or three.

[whimsy-flags]

Mae (Night in the Woods) Pride Flags!

Aro | Ace | Bi

Gay | Genderfluid | Lesbian 

Enby | Pan | Trans

Enjoy!  

[ashenroses6]

Festering

There is something festering in my bones.

I can feel it: the maggots invading.

Cutting my skin open reveals

the holes in my system where the

maggots got in.

I can’t help but wonder

how much of my structural

integrity

has been compromised.

Do you understand the

impermanence

of the knife?

Surgery may fill the holes

but the maggots get back in.

The knife may draw blood

but the skin will close again.

One wound does not end a life.

May one day bring the final surgery,

and may the knife grace my skin,

so lovingly,

that my body will be cleared of maggots

effectively: all over, all at once.

[ashenroses6]

Blame

He fills my ribcage with dandelions,

my eyes with sunspots,

my brain with fluff.

The warmth filling my organs

forces tired, dazed loopiness to creep

deep into the brain.

The feeling of being full,

bordering on gluttony,

is all consuming.

[ashenroses6]

Useless God

The illusion of protection,

acts of grandeur, performative power

in the hands of the one undeserving.

Pleas fall short of deaf ears, ears that only hear

praise

and love.

Behold! A show for an unwilling audience,

none high enough to partake

in the act of performing along with

them.

A lonely god with powers above their own

control.

A lonely god with a

crowd.

Does the choice of generosity

not yield more fulfilment

than the choice of selfishness?

[aroflux-cultureis]

aroflux culture is that one feeling when you can sense it coming. the. the flux .......,,,,

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[aroflux-cultureis]

Aroflux culture getting into romantic relationships before you realized you were aroflux and feeling guilty and horrible when you lost romantic feelings for the person you were dating

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[ashenroses6]

THIS HAPPENED SO MUCH OH MY LORD

[aroflux-cultureis]

Aroflux culture is doubting you even care about your partner bc your romantic feelings go away and surely that means you don't actually love them anymore

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[aroflux-cultureis]

aroflux culture for me is being very affectionate towards my partner and then the next hour not even being able to say “i love you” because i feel repulsed towards romantic closeness

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[ashenroses6]

the realest thing ever... he just smiles and reminds me I don't have to say it back :)

[ashenroses6]

The body holds imperminence, and with that, malubility.

[ashenroses6]

I didn’t mean to write another one about him TM

Silver shiny stars spoken to

in the softest voices every night

(soft compared to the thunder

of the celestial country they consume)

Contrast the brown, broken, boiling

Earth falling faster out of reach

from the speed of light

keeping stars in the sky.

Stars are out of reach,

but like them you are too large

for the world you are confined to

against your will.

Humans are flesh and blood but mimic

grandeur and flare, pupils blown wide

like red giants, both about to end

in one way or another.

Maybe the freckles covering arms

are mimicking nebulas, but what does one

make out of humans naming constellations

which moles mimic? Is it life copying stars

or life copying life? What will we make

of constellation moles when

the constellations change?

Maybe stars can be brown too.

Maybe the constellation was

mimicking you or the stars weren’t

but the labels were or maybe it

is looping forevermore.

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I wrote this a few months ago during a mental crisis, leading to it taking three reads to figure out what my personal meaning was behind it. Lol.

[ashenroses6]

Ripping out the Truth

Ribs so soft,

Skin so thin,

Nails get the perfect grip.

They slide right in between

Each step ladder,

Climbing higher,

Closer to the heart.

I begin to rip apart.

Not much effort must go in:

To find the sternum

To dig in

To crack it apart

To pull out the heart

To search for the answers

It isn’t complex.

Look past the tar,

Look past the pain,

Every single nerve ending

All connecting to the brain.

I kneel over your body,

Ribs open, body shaking,

Blood and tar flowing

Fresh from the source,

From the heart.

Hair draped over the arms and hands

Cradling the one thing

Connecting you

To humanity.

[ashenroses6]

Yourself

Your anger is perfected to drown out

All the things you wish you forgot about,

As if it could cancel out.

And you shout your words louder than

The action of leaving open your hand,

As if it could cancel out.

Look at those curiosities of your being!

I will follow your mind, as your heart is fleeting.

But your heart still can’t be cancelled out.

Your smiles are fabricated so realistically

As if tears don’t hide characteristically,

As if it could cancel out.

And even your jokes are only in place

To disguise more than one mistake!

As if it could cancel out.

Look at how you try to erase yourself,

Replacing pieces to hide your poor health,

Praying it can cancel out.

And no one could explain well enough

Why you couldn’t keep up this bluff,

To stop you from canceling out…

[everythingismadeofclouds]

being aroflux is SO funny. one day youll be fully like in love with someone and the next theyre your fully platonic best friend. and the next yojre fully in love with them again

[ashenroses6]

official ticklish person post, my partner is so ticklish I can't run my hand down his body because HE DIES. Can't even spoon him because if I wrap my arms around his ribs he dies. What the fuck. Can't even grope his thighs! We need to stop ticklish people from procreating like they do to farm animals with unfavourable traits.

[aropride]

no i’m not “scared of sex.” obviously. you can’t be scared of something that’s not real. idiot

[plushdablush]

Random thing for people to consider is that since Laika is the saint of one way trips should Felicette be known as the saint of safe landings since she did make it back to the ground safely

[somefishycat]

tu LANCES félicette ? tu lances son corps comme la fusée ? oh ! oh ! prison pour les scientifiques ! prison pour les scientifiques pendant Un Mille Ans !

[bug-yogurt]

You can understand the French perfectly fine with only context but the English translation I got still had me floored