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out of paradise ; hello lovelies ~ I’m still trying to get this blog going and I need some more peeps to follow ! my name is bibi and this is a supreme primarch lucifer indie rp blog. please like or reblog if you are interested on interacting with a rather quiet angel who loves coffee and tries very hard to do his job of overseeing humanity !
perhaps the key to evolution lies within yearning –– longing.
warsan vs melancholy (the seven stages of grief) | the poetry sentence meme
warsan shire is a kenyan-born somali writer, poet, editor, and teacher. you may know her as the woman whose poetry was adapted into beyonce’s visual album, lemonade. i am using snippets of her poetry EP “warsan vs melancholy (the seven stages of grief)” which can be found here (the link redirects to a bandcamp page). last time on our poetry sentence meme series, we used warsan shire’s poem “34 excuses for why we failed at love” which you can find here.
feel free to change pronouns, punctuation, words, etc., as needed to make these prompts make sense—and please be sure to look up her work if you think it sounds as divine as i do!!! – LIZZY
the unbearable weight of staying (the end of the relationship)
❛ i don’t know when love became elusive. what i know, is that no one i know has it. ❜
❛ i think of lovers as trees, growing to and from one another, searching for the same light. ❜
❛ this is all i know how to do: carry loss around until i begin to resemble every bad memory, every terrible fear, every nightmare anyone has ever had. ❜
❛ did you ever love me? ❜
❛ of course, of course. ❜
❛ are you made of steel? are you made of iron? ❜
❛ i need someone who knows how to stay. ❜
dear moon (the distraction)
❛ you cold, unimaginable thing. ❜
how to wear your mothers lipstick (the desperation)
❛ your mother is a woman and women like her cannot be contained. ❜
❛ you look nothing like your mother. ❜
❛ you look everything like your mother. ❜
❛ i thought i told you to stop calling me. ❜
❛ you taste like years of being alone. ❜
questions for the woman i was last night (the honest conversation)
❛ how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps? ❜
❛ how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short? ❜
❛ why do you find the unavailable so alluring? ❜
❛ where did it begin? what went wrong? ❜
❛ who made you feel so worthless? ❜
❛ if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you? ❜
❛ all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you. you must have known they could taste the desperate on your skin. ❜
❛ and what about the others? that would do everything for you? ❜
❛ why did you make them love you until you could not stand it? ❜
❛ how are you both these women, both flighty and needful? ❜
❛ where did you learn this, to want what does not want you? ❜
❛ where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay? ❜
i think i know what we did wrong (the realization)
❛ we loved like two people who did not know god. ❜
❛ what a shame. ❜
for women who are difficult to love (the affirmation)
❛ i could never leave you, forget you, want anything but you. ❜
❛ you dizzy me; you are unbearable. ❜
❛ every woman before or after you is doused in your name. ❜
❛ you fill my mouth. my teeth ache with the memory of taste. ❜
❛ my body is just a long shadow seeking yours. ❜
❛ you are always too intense, frightening in the way that you want me. ❜
❛ no man can live up to the one who lives in your head. ❜
❛ so what did you want to do, love? split his head open? ❜
❛ you can’t make homes out of human beings. someone should have already told you that. ❜
❛ if he wants to leave, then let him leave. ❜
❛ you are terrifying and strange and beautiful. something not everyone knows how to love. ❜
(the prayer)
❛ (dear god), if it will keep my heart soft, break my heart every day. ❜
warsan vs melancholy (the seven stages of grief) | the poetry sentence meme
warsan shire is a kenyan-born somali writer, poet, editor, and teacher. you may know her as the woman whose poetry was adapted into beyonce’s visual album, lemonade. i am using snippets of her poetry EP “warsan vs melancholy (the seven stages of grief)” which can be found here (the link redirects to a bandcamp page). last time on our poetry sentence meme series, we used warsan shire’s poem “34 excuses for why we failed at love” which you can find here.
feel free to change pronouns, punctuation, words, etc., as needed to make these prompts make sense—and please be sure to look up her work if you think it sounds as divine as i do!!! – LIZZY
the unbearable weight of staying (the end of the relationship)
❛ i don’t know when love became elusive. what i know, is that no one i know has it. ❜
❛ i think of lovers as trees, growing to and from one another, searching for the same light. ❜
❛ this is all i know how to do: carry loss around until i begin to resemble every bad memory, every terrible fear, every nightmare anyone has ever had. ❜
❛ did you ever love me? ❜
❛ of course, of course. ❜
❛ are you made of steel? are you made of iron? ❜
❛ i need someone who knows how to stay. ❜
dear moon (the distraction)
❛ you cold, unimaginable thing. ❜
how to wear your mothers lipstick (the desperation)
❛ your mother is a woman and women like her cannot be contained. ❜
❛ you look nothing like your mother. ❜
❛ you look everything like your mother. ❜
❛ i thought i told you to stop calling me. ❜
❛ you taste like years of being alone. ❜
questions for the woman i was last night (the honest conversation)
❛ how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps? ❜
❛ how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short? ❜
❛ why do you find the unavailable so alluring? ❜
❛ where did it begin? what went wrong? ❜
❛ who made you feel so worthless? ❜
❛ if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you? ❜
❛ all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you. you must have known they could taste the desperate on your skin. ❜
❛ and what about the others? that would do everything for you? ❜
❛ why did you make them love you until you could not stand it? ❜
❛ how are you both these women, both flighty and needful? ❜
❛ where did you learn this, to want what does not want you? ❜
❛ where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay? ❜
i think i know what we did wrong (the realization)
❛ we loved like two people who did not know god. ❜
❛ what a shame. ❜
for women who are difficult to love (the affirmation)
❛ i could never leave you, forget you, want anything but you. ❜
❛ you dizzy me; you are unbearable. ❜
❛ every woman before or after you is doused in your name. ❜
❛ you fill my mouth. my teeth ache with the memory of taste. ❜
❛ my body is just a long shadow seeking yours. ❜
❛ you are always too intense, frightening in the way that you want me. ❜
❛ no man can live up to the one who lives in your head. ❜
❛ so what did you want to do, love? split his head open? ❜
❛ you can’t make homes out of human beings. someone should have already told you that. ❜
❛ if he wants to leave, then let him leave. ❜
❛ you are terrifying and strange and beautiful. something not everyone knows how to love. ❜
(the prayer)
❛ (dear god), if it will keep my heart soft, break my heart every day. ❜
out of feathers ;; rip the holidays are making me busier than I imagined, but have this starter call ~ will be done in the next few days !
send me questions you have about my character!
anything and everything. favorites. thoughts on people, on events. what they would do in a certain situation. how things would be different if something had/hadn’t happened. simple questions, complex questions. have at it!
out of feathers ;; a small pause to run some errands djosjad feel free to drop on my ims / discord ( RYUUSEIKENS#5420 ) to plot and whatnot
@brogilos wishes to defy fate !
There is some logic to the djinns and their choices, or so it seems. This world is thrown into chaos; a disaster for each and every singularity spread by maps and dungeons –- there are far too many kings ( each with their own whims and silly wishes for peace. tsk, wretched, all of them ).
“My, what a sudden visit. And from a fanalis household member, I am flattered.” Paimon stands for maniacal love and chaos, a mistress of storms. Hakuei could only guess she was chosen for a reason ( they name the unforgiving winds after people ). “I believe you were acquaintances with my brother?”
@dracoor wishes to defy fate !
By all means call her skeptical; a snake coiled by the dark corners –- she will always doubt and guess and ponder, for trust is no cheap trinket to be laid bare and free. “What makes demons so different from us all? There is will and there is sin and no chance to repent, this is a savage world.”
@reversegaia wishes to defy fate !
“It has been a while, my friend!” it is a rare occurrence; to hear legitimate softness from her voice, wind chiming by the hills as the princess came closer to her visitor. There was a time once long ago when she spared gentleness to all –- silly thing, how naive she was! Goodness must be earned and not given for free. “I trust you have been avoiding the pickpocketing these days?” the comment comes with a laugh, pale fingers delicate as they lay by her mouth.
out of feathers ;; rip the holidays are making me busier than I imagined, but have this starter call ~ will be done in the next few days !
daiichikoujou:
out of feathers ;; so hey hey ~ feel free to add me on discord if you want ! I’m at RYUUSEIKENS#5420 I would love to plot something? platonic ships or hate ships or just angst ? or if anyone feels like it something on the romantic side but ehhh she is kind of hard to ship with aodisjad /lays down and hopes for more interactions/
edit ;; I’ll work on the remaining starters I owe tomorrow, but feel free to hop on my ims or on discord to plot something ! good night, have fun !!
out of feathers ;; so hey hey ~ feel free to add me on discord if you want ! I’m at RYUUSEIKENS#5420 I would love to plot something? platonic ships or hate ships or just angst ? or if anyone feels like it something on the romantic side but ehhh she is kind of hard to ship with aodisjad /lays down and hopes for more interactions/
❛ women who have power are always feared. ❜
gemma doyle trilogy sentence starters | accepting .
“Indeed, they are.” the princess’ hands clutch at the golden flabellum tight; a memento from one of her father’s many travels ( one of the many where he slaughtered people like one would to thin paper; how much had that fan truly cost? ) “They are feared and they are hated. Men will always be weary of what they cannot control.” she gives the stranger a smile –- one of many faces and the single feeling of pride “They call us witches and hags; they try to burn us down to cinder. However my friend, you must know this, right? One cannot burn will. Or pride. Bow to no one. Their blood shall paint your way.”
Tiffany Tang
❛ i wish i were someone else. ❜
gemma doyle trilogy sentence starters | accepting .
No one is free of flaws, may they be apparent or not. She is no exception, her soft spot for broken little things still as tender as she remembers ( some would call her motherly, she prefers to be recognized simply as someone with empathy ). Her smile is a tiny one, wry at the corners of red painted lips much like the linings poor embroidery –- one cannot lie when they feel the same.
“Unfortunately, there is no one else you could be.” the woman tries to make her smile a bit wider, voice cracking by its corners when she speaks ( do not cry ) “It may be hard, but you will see that there are things only you can do.” –- there is a fate cruel and unkind, one you can break with your bare hands.
❛ yes, go on. leave. you’re always coming and going. ❜
gemma doyle trilogy sentence starters | accepting .
She remembers her father telling childish tales on those days of old; he would say the birds are truly free only because they fly south and then up north again in never ending cycle. It had always picked at the back of her mind, what did he mean?
"There are times when we must leave.” the plains await for her return; grassy hills welcoming like a mother’s embrace ( her insides twist and turn; she has never known that, did she? ). There are times we must leave, surrender and let go. Birds choose their battles carefully, instead of dying cold on winter they live. Living is the true victory, the biggest of spites. She will survive another day, out of this snake nest and out of this city tainted and sweet. “I shall return soon.”
She always does.
