Kyte

I am a poet. My soul puppeted by passion.

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My poems, please don't take them :(

Call me Kyte

They/Them mostly

I do mainly haiku, renga, and rensaku with occasional other stuff if I'm bored

Just a heads up!

5-7-5 Haiku

5-7-5-7-7 Renga

5-7-5, 5-7-5…. + Rensaku

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would ppl other than me read a fic thats kara/cass and is set around the time that cass was given the task to kill kara???? im in the planning portion right now and we'd be looking at around 30 chapters for the ambiguous sad ending and another 10-12 for the next part to give it an optional happy ending.

im thinking unrequited soulmates, slowburn, Kryptonians don't have soulmates, Language barrier, all that??? would ppl read it... i mean if not i'll prob still post to ao3 then cause im halfway thrugh a first chapter and have like the entire plotline figured out so i might continue but if none would read it id be sad

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I was texting my friend and accidentally made a banger quote which they responded saying was poetry, here it is:

“You could do crayon art and I’d say it was a masterpiece because I would know the heart you put into it”

Which I then proceeded to edit into a rough poetry format that wasn’t really the same meaning but whatever:

“You could drag yourself through hell and I’d say you are still the masterpiece I’ve always known because I would feel the heart you put into your journey to get here”

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Am I to be left

Out here to pretend that i

am not just rotting

Spilling out all my organs?

Is that what you want to hear?.

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Never ending, from

The first tainted piece of skin,

Now forever marked.

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The red vines won’t stop

From growing all over my

Pitiful garden,

Full of dead plants that didn’t

Survive. I lie with the dead.

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I will never be

The perfect one you tried to

Mold for your own gain.

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Sharp cold silver pierces

The warm river of life force,

Comforting sorrow.

Seemingly always

unnoticeable, yet now

You can see the pain.

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The red vines won’t stop

From growing all over my

Pitiful garden,

Full of dead plants that didn’t

Survive. I lie with the dead.