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I watch the sun face fade, as the ghost of me become no-one to everyone

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

- I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)

[engraved-scripture]

AN ORGY OF RAIN

I peeped out of the window while sipping coffee,

a cumulonimbus of clouds moved towards me.

It's show started with a tap and then clattered,

people searched shelter as the rain pondered.

The Oaks swayed and the birds cheered,

it grew intense and then luna appeared.

She came with a tint of treacherous yellow,

grappling with vile clouds and trying to glow.

Doleful cry of a fox unnerved the trees,

they began to cascade praying for mercy.

The deafening thunder bashed our yard,

i quivered in fear and dropped my tart.

Moana got ruffled by caper of rain,

like a mad godzilla vented its outrage.

Our hose danced on the rain's rhythm,

shaking and twirling like a big bad dragon.

The droplets turned silvery in luna's radiance,

looking as if they are envoys of heaven.

The clamoring thunder hid itself in clouds,

as if a peckish lion melded with the crowd.

Buildings and trees got blurred in my vision,

they seemed to be wearing a layer of blume.

The rain seemed endless and expanded rapidly,

under the curtain of rain a white snake danced wildly.

Mother Nature was having a great concert,

in the symphony of rain, peacocks twirled.

Drops started fading into a musical chime,

luna came back with its sheeny-sheeny shine.

The drape of rain passed the gloomy midnight,

trees shook themselves and it was if the rain had never been.

- ace

[rocketqu333n]

MOOOOD

[psychastria]

Simran, known unknowns

[wehavewords]

“In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter—bitter,” he answered; “But I like it “Because it is bitter, “And because it is my heart.”"

Stephen Crane, The Black Riders and Other Lines

[wehavewords]

“In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter—bitter,” he answered; “But I like it “Because it is bitter, “And because it is my heart.”"

Stephen Crane, The Black Riders and Other Lines

[doubledemonfang]

“The breadth of the world is vasty and wide; nevertheless movement from place to place in it is possible; the ways of humanity are various and complex - but nevertheless negotiable.”

-Samuel R. Delany, “The Tale of Gorgik”-Return to Nevèrÿon

[wehavewords]

"It was a garden where all the flowers were birds and beasts."

Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber

[wizardpotions]

Every single fantasy race should have cool ears and a tail. You agree. Reblog.

[stellarcollison-deactivated2026]

My dream is for disney to realize the mistake they made with The Owl House and give them an extra 3 episodes that are 44 minutes long so we now have 6 to really make sure that our ending is perfectly well crafted with room for episodes about Philip and Caleb, Philip and the Collector, and the Collector’s origins along with more Hunter scenes because he is my favorite character

[engraved-scripture]

A TRIP TO OCEAN

The beach we walked was full of moon glow,

The sea looked dozy as it rested in the afternoon glow.

We sat on the cliffs, tickling our toes,

Thinking we had found the Mecca of coves.

We saw tufts of white sands as a pile of hay,

A gash of zephyr-jinxed cliffs and wide slash of bay.

It looked like a Watery wonderland,

With a tint of lightning gold, the beach got drenched.

Mighty mound of sea flowed in its astral blue,

The sand was branny underfoot and a sugary white of hue.

Seagulls were flying beneath our feet,

Ascending and wheeling between the witchcraft of blue sheet.

Prussian-blue vault of velvet seemed to solder,

As the massive vista leaded us to the horizoner.

Afar to the Moana, a yatch bobbed in the incoming tide,

Embracing blustery wind by stretching its arms wide.

At the cloistered beach, eagles chattered twice,

It seemed pretty much like a gateway of paradise.

Our serenity got ruptured by the cry of a gull,

Rocky hollowness of cliffs made it mournful and dull.

The raucous cry echoed at novelty,

Slowly faded away in triviality.

Our ataraxy got dissevered,

" time to go home ! " shouted grandpa with a beard.

We then decided to make our way home,

The setting sun laminated us with a warm tone.

Sandy footprints followed us back our home,

Heaven hideaway was a transcendental experience to roam.

- ace

[engraved-scripture]

MOONLIGHT

Staring into the depths of night sky,

What's that that catches your eye.

Filled with passion and reflection,

with that vibe and affection.

I grasped the moment and stared,

loading their docks, the smugglers sweared.

Millions of stars were sprinkled,

A multitude of little white pins prickled.

A twinkle, then caught my eye,

Perpetually hiding the beauty of night sky.

The waves of ocean were lapping at shores,

with a jumble of navy blue stones that I adore.

The twilight passed through the bare limbs of roadside,

I felt jubilant and cheered as the moonlight astride.

Footsteps got lightened,

the folks danced and the night deepened.

The night was quiet and held the moon high,

sprinkling effulgence on the ancient tower towering into the sky.

The radiance passed through the shades of trees,

leaking a shimmering shimmering jade into the cold breeze.

The Moon was like a big jade plate,

With Moonlight scattered on our faces.

The Moonlight was like a poetry of Shakespeare,

as the old blokes skoled their jars of beer.

Everyone was happy and enjoying their tarts,

and the Moonlight descended in everyone's heart.

- ace

[engraved-scripture]

Cute date ideas: buying out an entire theater for a night so we can watch tapes of us fucking on the big screen

[engraved-scripture]

every single fantasy race should have cool ears and a tail.

[engraved-scripture]

all your players are decreased to the size of mice. treat a regular cat like a tarrasque.

[engraved-scripture]

top priority of the day: become a dragon

[engraved-scripture]

witches and wizards wear those robes because they’re the magical equivalent of lab coats. i am right.