Casimir A.T

Welcome. 25. They/Them. Original poetry and writing. Requests open.

[casimirat]

[casimirat]

Can you do one about a river at night?

Thank you so much for the ask, I like how specific it is! I certainly can xx

Moon River.

Crickets sounds off one by one. The trickle of water along the bank a backdrop to their sound.

High above in the cloudless sky, the moon shines silver dimples on the waters surface.

It's cool and dark and endless, winding it's way down and out and eventually to sea.

Its water holds a long memory, of each bank it washed, fish it held or stone it caressed.

Every part of it is new, yet so old. It's seen a thousand dusks and dawns, and bursts of heavy rain.

It takes on whatever form you give it, whatever shape it's vessel is. Flexible and always changing.

Tonight is no different, same moon yet different water. It's almost alive, in a way.

The crickets hush one by one, but the water always runs, a backdrop to the many sounds of night.

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[casimirat]

I love ur work! Can you plz do a poem about the ocean???

Of course, I already have a bit of a rain or water theme. So an ocean poem sounds lovely. Thanks for the ask xx

Cruel Mistress.

They say she's a cruel mistress, the ocean.

To never turn your back on her waves, her water.

Linger too long and she'll drown you.

But all my soul yearns for, is to be lost at sea.

My little boat, my body, cradled in her arms.

Adrift in the vastness of her beauty.

If to drown by her immense love is my fate, then I will risk it all.

My last breath spent proclaiming-

"I forgive her."

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Sadness.

When it finds you

And it will

What will you do then?

Who will you cry out to?

How will you call for help, when it has you surrounded?

Clawing, gripping, soaking into your bones.

Weighing your body down with misery and tears.

When it finds you, let it in. Don't try to fight it or you'll drown.

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Lady In Red

She's intriguing

Dangerous

She makes you jealous

Nervous

She's everything you want

Desirable

She's the lady in red

Fantasy

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FEMALE RAGE

Please.

Oh lovely, yes of course.

She.

She will bite her tongue to save her self. The metallic taste of blood running down her chin. Smiling through the pain and agony of their words, their thoughtless, dull words.

They don't realise how oblivious they are. How blissfully ignorant they're allowed to be. She could never afford that, she could never afford to be unaware of her surroundings.

She has to be clever, but not smarter than them. She has to be sexy, but modest enough to meet their parents. She has to be pure, but experienced enough to satisfy their desires. She has to bleed, but look pretty while suffering.

She will be forever owned by everyone but herself.

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Fictional Feelings.

What if-

What if I am too much?

What if no one finds it charming, or endearing like they do in stories?

What if I get to the end of my chapter, and I'm still just... me.

I'm still just a random person in a random city wanting to be more.

Wanting to find that one person that will change everything?

That one person that will accept me for who I am, right down at my rotten core.

Right down to my messy habits and hard, emotional days where nothing is pretty or interesting or poetic.

Where I'm not beautiful and I'm not clever, where I just want to survive.

What if I am too much, and no one is coming to sweep me off my feet?

[amionatea]

You hang in there.

Step by step and slow deep breaths.

You find ways to regain your strength.

Kindle your own flame,no matter how tiny the spark that is left.

You remind yourself of the ways you love yourself,the times you pulled yourself up and the little joys your "too much " brings you.

You may never stop caring about others view of you,or wishing there was someone else to care for you but you will endure.

Rise again maybe,if you'd like.

You were not made for another, you are for yourself

[casimirat]

Firstly, woah! Beautiful addition. Secondly....

What if we are enough?

What if we keep writing, keep living.

There are more chapters after the first few, sequels to the book before.

We can tare it down and start a new.

Fresh page, new ideas.

We are what we make of this life.

So let's make it a wonderful one, together.

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Childhood.

I-

I think I had a bad childhood. But I can't be sure.

I don't remember much of it at all, so, maybe that says enough?

I recall trying to sense my father's mood from his foot steps.

By how hard he opened the door, or how heavy he breathed.

Freezing. Listening. Trying to work out if I should spring to action in cleaning something, or run away.

Climbing out the window to freedom, running across the lawn as fast as my feet could carry me.

It wasn't all bad, but it wasn't all good either.

I think I had a bad childhood.

And the worst part is, I wasn't alone.

[casimirat]

Fictional Feelings.

What if-

What if I am too much?

What if no one finds it charming, or endearing like they do in stories?

What if I get to the end of my chapter, and I'm still just... me.

I'm still just a random person in a random city wanting to be more.

Wanting to find that one person that will change everything?

That one person that will accept me for who I am, right down at my rotten core.

Right down to my messy habits and hard, emotional days where nothing is pretty or interesting or poetic.

Where I'm not beautiful and I'm not clever, where I just want to survive.

What if I am too much, and no one is coming to sweep me off my feet?

[casimirat]

I want to lay at the bottom of the ocean, looking up.

To watch the dappled light filter through the waves.

Drowning is a consequence I'm willing to risk.

[casimirat]

The Way of the Woman.

She offered up her mother's smile again. Bored of playing it nice and having to swallow all their bullshit. They were so boring, it made her want to cry. But try as she might, she was empty inside.

No more years to shed, and no more fucks to give. Pretty soon they would have taken all of her. Her skin, her teeth, her bones.

They would leave her with nothing, not even an apology. Then, even then they would curse her name for not being enough.

And she would smile. She would grin and bare it, while the blood from biting her tongue dripped from her jaws.

That's the world for a woman; a never ending hunger for everything she's got.

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How.

I tried crying today.

I scrunched up my face,

Held my breath.

After avoiding it for so long,

I think I've forgotten how.

[casimirat]

Strong.

I feel fragile today.

The way you do after crying for a while.

Or when you wake up in the morning and realise you've got a cold coming on.

Fragile like a new born lamb, so cold and bare, at the mercy of nature.

I feel fragile today.

When I just wanted to feel strong.