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Hi, I am a poet who just started to write poetry and sometimes I do write stories.(btw will be adding them soon) My pronouns are she/her. I am dead straight.

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[imanutcase-10]

Then bring me luck

[thirddeadlysin]

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

[imaginaryfriend20]

honesty, for fun I am posting this.... but at least I'll have shot right?

[imaginaryfriend20]

I am reblogging this again, cause it actually kinda works? I hope for the best tomorrow!

[imaginaryfriend20]

okay this potato worked for me all the previous tries hope for the best tomorrow !!!!!

[only-cat-memes]

[imaginaryfriend20]

same behaviour as of mine thus why they are my spirit animal

[primroseidylla]

Can't wait to study (which I don't want), graduate (lose my routine since childhood), get a diploma (a useless piece of paper that would probably get me minimum wage in a McDonalds, hopefully), study some more, get a few degrees (useless sheets of paper), and get a job (slave away only to be replaced by AI at a moment's notice and spend the rest of my life watching horrors beyond any sci-fi movie)

What a great time to be alive.

I don't get how anyone could possibly give up on life in this situation. Gen-Z is SOOO dramatic.

[gobloggirl]

[imaginaryfriend20]

Sooo... I know... in a very long time I have been basically not on this site, and to be honest,t it's sad when I think about it, considering how this was the safe space of the internet I roamed. One thing is my GCSEs are up, so yeah, a lot of internet roaming has paused. And I know I've been promising a story, but in the end, no stories or even the poems are posted. But the thing is, life has been very fast for me these past two years. And drastic. Maybe because I finally got an ID card ( lol ). But why am I here again? Well I have this story... and I want to share it, because, after a very long time of writer's block and fresh experiences, I have one, which is honestly very thrilling for me, considering how I've been planning on writing a story for a very long time.

First of all I have to state that it is going to run on a couple of entries, and perhaps I would totally abandon the thing after all, but regardlessly, I want someone to hear this story, someone who doesn't know me, my face or voice, and give me an opinion, because I miss how those days felt.

So cheers!

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[imanutcase-10]

Then bring me luck

[thirddeadlysin]

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

[imaginaryfriend20]

honesty, for fun I am posting this.... but at least I'll have shot right?

[imaginaryfriend20]

I am reblogging this again, cause it actually kinda works? I hope for the best tomorrow!

[imaginaryfriend20]

okay this potato worked for me all the previous tries hope for the best tomorrow !!!!!

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[imanutcase-10]

Then bring me luck

[thirddeadlysin]

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

[imaginaryfriend20]

honesty, for fun I am posting this.... but at least I'll have shot right?

[imaginaryfriend20]

I am reblogging this again, cause it actually kinda works? I hope for the best tomorrow!

[imaginaryfriend20]

okay this potato worked for me all the previous tries hope for the best tomorrow !!!!!

[kosmogrl]

[imaginaryfriend20]

the cage

My friends and I went to the zoo

There were many faces and farces

we stopped at a cage,

It was of the lion.

I looked at it,

It's mane loud and proud

to an unobservant eye,

It's wilted shine, caught to on one's eye.

He paced seemingly easy and slow

it's restlessness only in it's hidden

claws

It's whacking to see that

pace the very pace I would

walk, when the world's too

slow and crushing to bear.

Then he caught my eye,

his pace in a pause

as If, he caught a glimpse

in a pond.

His eyes were kohled,

like mine

the glimpsing shadows

of unsettled night's stains.

There was a scar, alien

and catching the sun

drawn in a tearful hand

over his proud

shoulders and neck

oh....

It reminds me of one...

I used to hide and run from

'That's the scar that make Zimba,

Zimba, his bravery out drawn

another one would have died'

Me and Zimba looked each

in the eye.

Because we both knew that

wasn't word for what it

was.

[imaginaryfriend20]

emperor of mine land

thy's words whispers

to night's winds

embrace and tale,

the sands of the land

od me, gold under

the setting sun's gaze.

Be the emperor over my sands

kiss and run

your fingers

over the dust and unevenity.

Don't

Don't crawl away

when the sunset fades.

Ignite, the embers of me,

build your palace's fire in me.

Make

Make me your empire's Constantinople

geneva and Venice,

rest your godly

creation of flesh

soul and heart, in the breeze

, the river lines, the mountain crescents

of the land of me.

[imaginaryfriend20]

I am standing in my heels

I am standing in my high-gloss deals

but...

one word from you, I'll be throwing away

these needles and champagne flutes to the

wind

Running against the gash of the wind and words

thrown at me...

to hop on with you to

a sailboat, to sail the world

so we can live by our hymns

my voice your strings.

run your fingers through your guitar strings, along to the

wave if the wind of my voice

let us be Apollo and the Nine, never to

be drawn away from each, fate or not.

across the seas, spices and ices

springs and summers to our coastings

winters and autumns to our clasps

[imaginaryfriend20]

Letters to my muse. P.S. The ones I'll never post.

let the ocean wind whisper

this in it's breeze

let it come and tickle your soul

my heart has caught the flame

of your tousling hair in the wind.

I may be beguiled

but you eclipse the ground

like you are the sun, halo's

of mischief in your cheeks

flushed with the late dawn.

If thou art god then

take these as mine prayers

I shalt scatter thousands

of roses, broken out, their

sap on their flush cushions

of so the sand of ground could not thorn

your soles, kissed by

the clasps of Himalayan salts

[feetdavidson]

I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. A guy asked me what the Spanish word for tortilla was once and now I dream of kissing him under the moonlight

[feetdavidson]

this same idiot: what kind of animal is the pink panther

me, already taking off my clothes: benjamin you’re so fucking stupid

[servalias]

oh my god the original out in the wild

[imaginaryfriend20]

me with my own dumbass, dang bae you give me the heats, with your mixed signals and obviously wrong answers in class

(No like this is seriously true, the teacher took him to the board and asked him to write the decompostion of KMnO4 and he writes all well except adding the 2 in the K2MnO2 and he turned back for help and I was clearly showing two with my fingers and mouthing you missed the two in K2MnO2 but he didn't notice it and got scolded)( yeah he gives me mixed signals)

[catchymemes]

[goldensunset]

'do you think you're superior for not using AI in your work' thank you for asking! yes i do

[imaginaryfriend20]

A hero's song

paint my tragedy in the boldest colours,

so that the blood droplets that that my shirt's fibre

turns to rubies given to the people's hands by

my victorious ones.

the midnight steals in robes, stained marine blue, reflecting

ocean rumbling, below in rage at my victory, in eurphoria of my end.

turn me to a god, by the firelight, burn away the lines of cruelty that stain my face.

mercury reflects my face, the creases left by my twisting rage bolder in the moon's starching.

distribute my blood away as wine, for it tastes too sweet,

my hand crawls to my mouth to suck the poison if it,

in desperation of hunger.

vanity, smirks, cause she knows too well, that she's reflection

of my prideful face,

victory, laughs in my face, delighted in glee

that I finally choked on the poison pursued by her hand to my lips

I won the dice, but why is the onyx so hard to swallow?

[imaginaryfriend20]

orchids

your presence eclipses the sun

making all my letters spun

for you.

your cheeks, rosy and sweet

your lips petals of a stubborn rose

dusted with dawn's kiss

A parasitic ephpipyte of an orchid

you might be

nevermind seep your roots through me

seep out everything from the willow bark

of me.

A stain to my pride, my coverlet sheet

A stain to my vainty, my cunning image

A stain to my honour, of built on porcelain

of the Far East.

The conquest to quench my greed,

To win a prized bloom of the orchid

you might be.