Nov 2, 2023
in the sweetest way possible, i want to crawl under your skin and dissolve inside of you
to be loved is to be consumed
“vampire” edvard munch, 1893
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in the sweetest way possible, i want to crawl under your skin and dissolve inside of you
to be loved is to be consumed
“vampire” edvard munch, 1893
my love for you is everywhere
scattered across rooms, easy and immediate
my lips dark red like the color of my heart, c.
Mini Mid Poetry
Calculations
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Incalculable to the eye, incalculable to the mind. How many times must I learn this knowledge, just to make it mine? Stare blankly at that equation for an hour or two, perhaps all the answers you seek will reveal themselves soon.
Mini Mid Poetry
Parasite
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It poisons my mind and eats away at my intentions. Clarity seems blurred. Insanity seems sane. Up is down. Left is right. Right is wrong. Why is there a parasite inside?
Mini Mid Poetry
Different
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Why do we strive to be unique? I admit, I do not know. Yes, being unique sets you apart. But then, you are a target. Do you want that?
Mini Mid Poetry
Test
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The solemn scratching of pen on paper, as we work tirelessly to win their favor. Who we do this for, we do not know. Yet, as we strive for perfection, we learn one thing. It's impossible.
Mid Poetry Alert
Artist
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My hand shakes, holding the crumpled piece of paper over the waste basket.
I cannot bring myself to throw away my creations.
No matter how hard I try, the artist in my mind has other plans for me.
They guide me to my desk, sit me down.
A page, waiting to be filled with my hopes and dreams.
Inky words cloud my mind, waiting patiently to be released.
The artist has gotten the better of me again.
I pick up my pen.
Mid Poetry Alert
Chess
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The player's mind shapes the battlefield
The slaves of darkness and light advance and clash
The four horsemen of the apocalypse butt heads
Pointed helms fall to the ground, painting the silver red.
Queens advance and slit the throats of traitors who need to be bled.
Castles stand at the four points, marking the field covered with the dead..