#cole 3

[gallimimuz]

Cole-3 // paint tool sai common cole behaviour, simping over the eliksni

[feareth-who]

I always left hyacinths

the sun god's flower

a symbol of Apollo;

peace, commitment and beauty

but power and pride too

it represents happiness and love

in cultures sent from the skies above

-

a hyacinth is all I left

different colours each time

who knew I'd say sorry today

when it was just yesterday that I called you mine

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pink and red hyacinths

for when we met

you asked me if was playing

as their meaning said

my answer was a kiss in the rain

we giggled letting go of our past, our old pain

-

the seasons changed

so did the hyacinths I left

now blue

maybe symbolizing a hearts theft?

but you knew it was my sincerity

you knew I considered you no less than a deity

-

people we knew and loved came back

and I filled your vase with a yellow stack

holding my hand, caressing my cheek

you laughed at me pouting

as you promised to never leave

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when you lost, your beloveds

i replaced my love with white

pray and comfort was all I could offer

though I missed you being bright

-

one day I left no flowers

and came home to an anxious you

though the seasons had changed one again

i was the one this time to bring you pain

once the vase was empty

we found excuses

no words exchanged

just hollow now as if covered in bruises

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said hyacinths are beautiful

and now I leave none behind

what is our relationship?

it's as if none of us mind

you never bought it up

neither did I

what our relationship was

a hyacinth couldn't cry

since I stopped leaving them

since I stopped trying

the distance grew

as if it were a weed between our hyacinth

we were stuck in a labyrinth

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as my path in this maze stopped

i stumbled upon hyacinths

and to my knees I dropped

it was a purple garden

our regret

an apology

eyes now storm filled wet

i gathered my sentiment

the last of my feelings

a print on wet cement

coloured lilac and purple

i left no comment

-

but that was enough

the purple hyacinth I left

enough words to convey

what we had felt

it was natural

to lose each other

we weren't hurt

just not meant to be together

-

maybe I'm

leaving you a purple hyacinth

for I am a coward

leaving you a purple hyacinth

for I cannot keep my word

or maybe

it's because I'm brave

brave enough to end this

otherwise everything would be amiss

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i hope you did not cry

i hope you did not miss

though the beautiful moments make me sigh

though the end must be this.

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i always left hyacinths

to convey love, jealousy now pain

but I hope you don't hate its beauty

for then our love would be in vain

it started with pink

it ended with lilac

it did not need ink

it was never black

it was gone within a blink

it shall never come back

because

with a hyacinth that I left

we returned the heart's theft.

.

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Symbolism. The hyacinth is the flower of the sun god Apollo and is a symbol of peace, commitment and beauty, but also of power and pride. The hyacinth is often found in Christian churches as a symbol of happiness and love. Pink Hyacinth meaning: Play. Purple Hyacinth meaning: Sorrow, I am sorry. Please forgive me. Red Hyacinth meaning: Play. White Hyacinth meaning: I'll pray for you. Blue hyacinth expresses sincerity and Yellow jealousy.

inspired by my besties url @hyacinths-on-my-grave <3

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[the-girl-who-cried-wolf]

1000... you ROCK, girl! I am honestly SO proud of you, Em. You deserve everyone of those followers and so many more. CONGRATULATIONS!!!

📜 - Okay, Libertas is probably that short poem that speaks the whole cosmos to me (got the reference right?). The sheer sense of freedom that it radiates is... *chef's kiss* IMMACULATE. I absolutely love it.

🌙 - y'know?

📝- I really don't wanna be nosy lol I just really like your writing.

💕- and just... ah, it's the aesthetic, the intellectual satisfaction that comes from being around an aura like yours. The way I just feel intellectually understood even without harboring that strong a sense of communication with you. It's sort of transcendent.

CONGO TO THE QUEEN ONCE AGAIN!!!

📜 - thank you sm cole!!!! i'm glad you like libertas, i think's it's one of my fav poems of mine too <33 (what can i say, i love writing poems with cosmic themes)

🌙 - some poetry for you...

the crown of flowers tumbled off her head as she spun,

golden sunlight streaming through the trees and setting the girl alight.

the forest was ringing with her laughter and singing as she danced,

and danced, and danced, and danced...

📝 - some writing for you...

The whole field was spread out in front of them, a rolling plain of green edged with trees and a thin mist still hanging over the edge of the forest. The horses were restless underneath their riders, snorting and pawing at the soft dirt, impatient to get going.

Cassie looked over at her friend with a grin, hand gripping the reigns.

"Race ya."

💕 ahhh thank you!!! i feel the same, i know we don't talk a whole heap but you're a great friend to have, and i love reading your beautiful poetry and thoughts...your aura is amazing cole, thank you for everything <3

[yuta-nakamots]

🌊 heheh

from - Back 2 U (l.ty)

The name Lee Taeyong was so extremely well known and infamous among the mafia community. Ever since his parents had started passing down the reins to him, he has been nearly unstoppable.

for every "🌊" received in my inbox i'll write another scene in one of my WIPs and post two sentences from the scene i just wrote.

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cole cult

[gallimimuz]

Cole-3 // paint tool sai people seemed to like my last post and i just finished his ref so i thought i'd share it here !! my lil simp exo

[gallimimuz]

Cole-3 // paint tool sai

give your ghost a lil smooch

[feareth-who]

Sometimes I feel like I need a stronger word that beautiful, don't you?

yes (I cannot stress that enough) because, the word 'beautiful' cannot express everything I want to say. I want to say that something or someone is beautiful but that word cannot express what they are in that moment: gorgeous, breathtaking, charming, bewitching- it's just so hard

I'd use a couple number of words like:

prepossessing, alluring, heavenly, stunning, glamorous, winsome, beguiling, irresistible, graceful, elegant, exquisite, magnificent, divine, knockout, pulchritudinous, handsome, pretty, fanciable

or even phrases: drop-dead gorgeous, easy on the eye, as pretty as a picture

these all maybe synonyms to beautiful but what I want to express it as, they wouldn't be enough

you know there's no word for it and that hurts, uk it's just so.. so- ethereal?

I think that's closest to what I want to express the word beautiful as, for you it maybe different but you know that it feels empty to say the word 'beautiful' itself

because uk it's so much more than that,

it's-

it hurts, it feels empty because there is no word.

No word to express 'the beautiful'

that you are

And it hurts-