Lost In The Universe

Words are spun and thoughts are strung. We exist here. Come and allow your soul to rest. I'm trying everyday ✝️

[starborne-writes]

HEY EVERYONE. Here is where I’ll keep all my posted chapters of my TFP story TAITDE (*probably just dead forever now) and all my poems! Feel free to have a look around my little robot freaks and writer geeks. ✨

🚧 THIS BLOG IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION! 🚧

*Feeling lwk sad because ever since I changed my handle it ruined my Masterlist. Too lazy to fix it rn though. *Update: Masterlist still not fixed and now I have a backlog of poems to add onto it. Thanks ADHD decision paralysis.

The Angel In The Devil’s Eyes

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Musings of a Summer Child (Poem Collection)

The Falling Star (fixed)

The Boy Down by The Creek (fixed)

I Love (fixed)

To Those Who Came Before

When We’re Gone

My Mother’s Best Friend

Imposter Syndrome

The Liar’s Fire

Shapeshifter

In Memories Lost

I Never Know

Oldest Child

Truth Be Told (Thread)

Forest Hymn

[starborne-writes]

My work was stolen from me

I want to preface this with this is completely my fault. Maybe there were signs I should’ve seen or I should’ve been more cautious. But I also want to say this person was indeed an artist as well and this was different from a typical scam. Their account “moondustlines” is still active but they have me blocked.

On the 26th of June I was contacted by this individual asking to participate in a commission. Of course I was skeptical, but afterwards of checking their profile for a bit I had deemed this person safe to interact with. They gave me their ideas and I presented them with the rough draft of my work. Throughout this entire time they remained professional and cordial.

They gave me helpful feedback for what they thought their client would want and look for. This eased my worries of this being illegitimate and I felt comfortable moving forward. If this was a “just a scam” then this was incredibly high effort.

Here is my finished and revised version.

At this point I should bring up the monetary side as well. As the above photos say, I was promised 30% of this commission. But what I was not told and the artist failed to mention was that I was being mailed the original check by the client and would be expected to then distribute it to the person I was working with their fair share. I only learned of this after the check had been deposited into my bank account and they had asked for their share.

In the first above two pictures nothing has been said about the check I received having a portion liquidated to them, only after the fact when the reason was given. I brushed it off, reasoning they just might’ve forgotten to elaborate or were under some impression that I already knew. The method of transaction that was used was Chime. Overall I sent them 350 dollars out of the 500 dollar check, leaving me with my portion of 150. Which honestly I still thought was amazing and incredible for never having done this before. But the next day the check I had put into my account was under review.

Now this is the part where I knew I had made the blunder of not transferring funds correctly, as I had transferred the money within relatively soon time after the money was made available. That I acknowledged and understood. I had no worries about the check being illegitimate either as it very well clear and passed inspections. So I assumed that the bank would review the check, see it was fine, and that I was not scammed. Except that did not happen. And now I was officially 350 dollars short out of my bank account.

So of course I let them know. And even to that point I had no suspicions that this was an intentional scam. This person could’ve immediately blocked me, they could’ve disappeared forever but they didn’t. They expressed concern multiple times. They presented me solutions and offered help to expedite the processes of getting what I was due. But after a week I was left completely in the dark with no new information. And then I was blocked.

The part that hurts about all this as well isn’t the money that I lost, but that another artist has taken my work. Someone that I had given trust in and they had shared about the process of their own work alongside me. I’ll make the money back again, I know I will, but right now there is no honor being upheld for the work that I put effort and time into for the sole purpose of it being enjoyed by another. As for the client themselves, I’ve chosen to keep any info about them in the conversations out. While I’m not sure in this current moment, I do not believe they had anything to do with this and are a victim of circumstance. I’m currently trying to contact them right now and depending on how they respond will affect my opinion.

With all this being said, please do not talk to this artist if they contact you. Do not make the same mistake I made. I will be posting the poem I made for this commission later, because it deserves to be enjoyed by the people who read my work and I am no longer held under any obligation of the sort for this. Sorry for the rant.

[starborne-writes]

Thinking about setting up a Ko-fi for poetry writing and commissions. I’ve had some interest in it before. Just wondering if anyone else would be as well.

[starborne-writes]

Standstill

I hate the times, When I feel nothing.  Because why is there an emptiness, Where my heart should be?

[starborne-writes]

That’s Not Me

There must have been a time, I simply waked up different.  I was no longer the me I knew.  In my stead was something new. 

She looked just like me.  Long brown hair, hazel eyes.  But what caused them to change? They lost their luster and shine. 

Was it that day on the bus? Her mind open to things unseen.  Perhaps that undying curiosity, That led that poor soul to be unclean. 

Perfect pressed sheets, Now stained with red.  No going back, To before she bled. 

Look, she wears my smile. But it’s tired and practiced.  That’s my voice not hers! And she’s lying through her teeth. 

Who is she? Cause she’s not me.  But she’s wearing my skin, And I don’t know where I begin.

[starborne-writes]

Question

Why is everyone and their momma doing pop up cake pop businesses now?

[malleableflow]

One day, I woke up, and nothing was the same. The sky was still blue, but what I became Was colourblind to signs of change. Everything was too much, I was deranged. Stressful medley, melody measured in pain. Heart empty, looking for something to blame. Over my head, a blanket of shame. Of all the things to break, it was the strain

Itself. It let me go.

Why? I don't know. What do I have to show? When did I lose control? Where did I leave my goals? Who even has my soul? How do cope alone? All questions for another day. The sky's still blue, just with more grey.

[starborne-writes]

It Was Just One Time

Something sickly grew inside me. I was horrified, disgusted, but oh so, Helplessly intrigued.  And then I was ill. 

Out of fear I shut it out. Desire pushed it back in.  It reached to pull my heart, Out of my throat.  Then it squeezed. 

Cruel, gentle hands lay firm. My brain devoted, My heart a hostage.  All it takes is one touch, And I lose my soul entirely. 

No longer am I my own.  A slave to empty desire, That leads me to tears.  Bound by my heartstrings, That try their best to riot. 

I need it to hurt.  Convinced that pain is beauty, I hoard it all within a selfish mind.  Feel that emptiness grow.  It only gets worse from here. 

So I let it fester.  It twists from easy comfort, To laborious task.  I give in one more time. 

[starborne-writes]

Hey Guys

As more people are found and recovered, I want to ask people to think of those affected in the ring of fire earthquakes that took place yesterday. Death tolls have been reported to be anywhere from 8k to 11k and possibly more. Please keep them in your thoughts in prayers as rescue efforts begin. 💜

[starborne-writes]

Update. The CASUALTY tolls have been around 8k. Thank you for listening.

[starborne-writes]

Hey Guys

As more people are found and recovered, I want to ask people to think of those affected in the ring of fire earthquakes that took place yesterday. Death tolls have been reported to be anywhere from 8k to 11k and possibly more. Please keep them in your thoughts in prayers as rescue efforts begin. 💜

[starborne-writes]

He’s a model ✨

[starborne-writes]

A Heart Without A Lover

There are times where my soul, And my mind are at a disconnect.  And somewhere my heart, Got lost along the way. 

The three should be a harmony. A gentle song that chords through my body.  But the first is astray in the world, And two is a crowd. 

The heart is stretched between discordance, But it’s not a result of malice.  It’s a shame when one’s own being, Fails to understand itself. 

My soul’s a scholarly mind, While my brain emotionally wrecks.  The world formed them that way, A broken system creates broken bodies. 

My heart still beats in the middle, As would a lonely sister beg and cry.  Her brothers are at war, And never will they reconcile. 

[starborne-writes]

Got this little bugger. He’s a cutie.

[starborne-writes]

I think it would be really funny if human Perry the Platypus won.

[starborne-writes]

Lily Pickers

Born a weed, Wily, wild, and green. Yearning to bloom, And sow their seeds. 

And then hidden in their eyes, An Iris opens wide. Bright and colorful,  They see with open minds. 

Then comes a fiery sort of love. A Rose kept in their hearts, That may burn bright as the noon, But die at a lonely dove’s croon. 

They’ll see people go, And cry Forget-me-not, Treasuring the memories, That fray at the seams. 

And well…soon.  They’ll be gone too.  Sitting by a river, With those they knew. 

Those wise, loving, sentimental, Lily Pickers. 

[starborne-writes]

Bind This Useless Mind

Paralysis, Nothing quite like failing this, Existing thing.  Give me just a moment I’m, Losing it, While perusing this, Mindscape, Just to find a way to, Live.

Take another breath, Part two, But all I ever breath is, Spewed, Straight into my lungs, Thick and heavy, Suffocation.

Take another step, Part three, Feel the rot inside of me, Eating at my limbs, As the day goes by. 

Part four, Lock the door, No one knows you. Not anymore. 

Your finale draws near.  And oh. What a tragedy it was. 

You should’ve told someone…

[starborne-writes]

If everything was meant to be done in a day, there wouldn’t be any room for tomorrow.