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scoobydoomed

boring dot com forward slash bullshit

My baby boy <3

#art #making a vn #character design

geoffmuckley

WHYS IT STILL RAINING I DID WHAT I SUPPOSED TO THATS NOT FAIR

#howitfeels

#doodle

mandi-bul

Don’t stare at the sky cause it might stare back

m0zone

Stuck in a body, stuck in a mind,

stuck in 1 body, stuck in 1 mind, for the rest of your life.

This is the rest of your life.

Do I creep you out???????

cosmicvenison

princess unicorn bunny kitten angelllllllll

holdencoalfield

instagram notes is like soft launching your suicide. if i post a mistki song, im seeking attention because i might do things to myself and others

I was critical.

I was weary.

I was scared.

And I was tired.

I am written.

I am taken.

I am watered.

And I am sorry.

I like the boats, and you dreamt of sea,

I cut through.

And you drowned.

I’m sorry

#poetry

I thought it was the world that shook

When my eyes began to tremble,

A secret only I held;

A tragedy inbound, but content.

With only heart, I held it,

And watered my plants,

And held your hand.

As you touched me, stared,

You saw the pulse,

So let your mind wander.

I let you keep me in bed.

I'll let you bring me tea.

But I knew I was dying,

And you thought I was weak.

But I held my secret;

A prize, a last reward,

A spelling bee, a kiss from my mother,

A simple pleasure. An empty book;

I dust each page as you sleep,

To paint an illusion, a clean room.

My flowers bloomed last night,

You looked too long.

I'm dying. Oh God. Oh God.

I'm dying.

#poetry

I’m plagued by naivety,

But you always loved the way

I tilted my head to the sun,

Rather than covering my eyes.

So little is linear,

I’ve begun to question the great thinkers,

And statues on marble,

If a line has ever existed in the

Metaphysical; or mathematical;

Archaelogical, or architecture.

Or just on paper. Scrapped for only me,

But intruded by who I fear.

I fear more than the dust;

The beads in the blinds I’m yet to tape.

I fear anything that’s real.

My solace in words holds more passion.

Then your lips, or your palms.

Than me.

I want separation from all

That serves purpose;

It concludes mockery,

And I have no heart to laugh.

I claim to thrive, reflexive,

But you are opaque, and I am hungry,

And I am nothing at all.

#poetry

I like to think about the ocean;

I used to dream of a bridge:

Still, flashing;

Complimenting, complete.

I envy nature, and the stars,

And all that doesn’t need to think;

To perform. To dance.

To be admired.

I want to be close to God,

As all he created.

I want to breathe his embrace,

And entrance floodbanks,

And welcome empty jars of preserve.

I want you to look at me,

Crafted on the sands,

And write poems to the thought.

I want my grains to stain your pockets;

A nightingale of you,

And a mirror of me.

Completion: angelic,

Window panes of our bodies;

Together casted to sea.

A relic, eclipsed.

The wish to leave, to hold,

To pray and to be prayed,

Will always feel the same to me.

#poetry

werewolvesnearyou

there are angels in your computer

God

It reached morn, and I shut off the lamp,

To make room for dawn in the hotel room.

I cupped each cloud, and prayed the shapes

Didn’t know you.

I puddled with the dew, spacious, unneeded;

Free and desperate. Insignificant.

Wielding fear, maybe honesty,

I prayed the Sun would come closer.

And said goodbye, preemptively,

As the last scratch in my wall:

“My Emily, with the world coming to the end;

As my mother, I would repeat our first moments alone.

Our foreheads pushed together, with drunken giddiness.

You called me pretty, smiled the way you do now,

And held your face to the light like you owned it.

As you left, you kissed me, like a lover.

Like nothing else had ever mattered.

Eclipsed yet unblocked, the clearest life had felt,

I knew that if you were real, I loved you.”

Years taken, watered plants,

We watched the star streak beside us,

But it was too fine, and your eyes blurred,

And doubled; And my prayer hung like nothing.

And God turned away.

#poetry

Writing a poetry anthology called ‘The Angel I’ve Prayed To For 7 Years is a Satelite’

#I just need to make something

cosmicvenison

drawing of my oc

i keep flipping between names for them ts pmo

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