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jarredspec

A tree in a lake. Canon EOS Elan 7, 50mm 1.8, Portra 160

photosworthseeing

Nice muted colors in this film photo and I like how the tree and clouds look as if they are dancing.

PWS - Margaret

roseblueclouds

i want to know the answers.

the correct ones,

the perfect ones,

the ones that will stop me

from gazing up at my bedroom ceiling

as the night passes by.

i’m afraid, though.

fear crawls up my spine

soaking my skin.

i'm afraid the answer

simply doesn’t exist.

am i in the wrong place?

or an old puzzle piece

unable to fit in the right place

due to edges frayed by time.

in her cruel nature,

she snatches everything away.

like a forest fire,

unrelenting as it turns

lush green to ash grey,

nothing but mournful black land in its wake.

but we can’t blame time,

for cruelty is in her nature.

so we blame ourselves;

i blame myself

for not fitting in,

for not catching up,

for not growing and

shaping myself into the mould

of other’s expectations.

and all I can do is wait

and hope time will do it for me:

hope time will smoothen

my frayed ends

or tear them off entirely—

whatever it takes

to make this the right place;

whatever it takes

to find the perfect answer.

perfectquote

“I lost myself trying to please everyone else. Now I’m losing everyone while I’m trying to find myself.”

— Unknown

goneahead

Some bleeding hearts unionized the local undead. Now its ‘equal pay’ and ‘affordable crypts’ and 'nobody can live on just brains’. When exactly did we decide as a county that even zombies have rights?

Poe-tober prompt: local undead - from my October Poetry party! Click for Prompts

delicatuscii-wasbella102

The Winged Victory of Samothrace

thevisualvamp

Winged

plathbelljar

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain

Beats upon my heart.

People twist and scream in pain, —

Dawn will find them still again;

This has neither wax nor wane,

Neither stop nor start.

People dress and go to town;

I sit in my chair.

All my thoughts are slow and brown:

Standing up or sitting down

Little matters, or what gown

Or what shoes I wear.

sylviaplathquotes

“The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” - Sylvia Plath

tolovesoftly-deactivated2021101

the way to madness

it’s the way i know i could love you. it’s the way i would know all your tender spots, and the way i would instinctively be gentle with you. it’s the way, each day, i’ll love a new part of you. it’s the way, my mouth craves you like cold fruit. it's the way, we drift off into silence in comfort, and find ourselves flowering words from every pore. it's the way, you could be mine & i'll be yours. it's the way i spiral when you are not here, i am a calamity, and you are calming. it's the way you soften me with one singular gaze. it's the way i am obsessed with you the way an astronomer is with the night sky in dark-sky zones, you glisten. it's the way i can spend the rest of eternity learning you, exploring you and it still wouldn't be enough.

Slipping, sinking into the abyss

Of a great depression

From which there is no return

Crying, screaming for a reality

That no lingers exists

LM

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dramaticcookie

bawdeelittlemunkee

Huginn: I wonder…How many of us does it take to flock someone to death?

Muninn: *sigh* I can’t remember a time when your musings didn’t whisper to me to commit murder.

disturbedlolita

bawdeelittlemunkee

Ew. She nasty. That mask dirty as hell.

netflixandnudez

Just because someone doesn’t require much, doesn’t mean you give the minimum.

unbfacts

bawdeelittlemunkee

Oldest crew mate: All right fellas. I’m hungry as fuck. One of us has to die.

Richard Parker: How do we choose who to kill and eat?

*all crew members eye each other*

2nd oldest crew mate: *clears throat* So…you all know I like to read, right? I read this one book that talked about shipwrecked survivors eating each other. And, well, the bloke they ate was named Richard Parker.

*uncomfortable silence while they all look at Richard Parker*

2nd oldest crew mate: I’m jus’ sayin’! Could be a sign, ya know? It can’t be a coincidence.

*They all turn to Richard Parker, with hungry eyes*

Richard Parker: Fuck.

*hours later*

2nd youngest crew mate: Never liked that little fucker anyway.

*remaining crew mates nod in agreement *