Nov 30, 2023
our story always ends this way: you always look back. i always stay dead.
- eurydice writes her own eulogy (d.s.)
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our story always ends this way: you always look back. i always stay dead.
- eurydice writes her own eulogy (d.s.)
23:17 - i think
Sword Fighters
The two sword fighters are familiar with their dance. Their tango, their jive. They swing, they perform, they entertain. The crowds fall in love with their twists and faints, they clamour for more - five coins on the one in red and black - you're on.
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The two sword fighters are tired of their dance. Their tango, their jive. They call out, they cry and curse. They fall, deep and hard into cruel, unforgiving floors. They had fallen in love with their swords, their fighting, but now it was tiresome - do you want to win tonight? - I'll wear the red and black vest then.
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The two sword fighters are changing their dance. Their tango, their jive. They grow, they add and inflate emotions to evoke gasps and sighs. They rise again, their love that was dulling is re-newing.
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The two sword fighters are kissing, no longer dancing, no longer fighting. Just blazing their love, alone with no audience at last. No audience taking bets, no swords pushing them apart. Just them, the sword fighters, who no longer fight
No amount of love is taken or ever lost to the person who loved truly; the one who leaves first has no courage and sincerity to utter the most revealing words that soften the heart.
Chuck Akot
No; Don't stop I want to hear you, Talk Talk about How you lose yourself in The rain How only fiction makes you Sane About How the stars stammer When they speak How the birds hammer With their beak I wish to cuddle with the words that Pour out of your heart They're not Rubbish They're simply Art.
@ourwreckedwonderland -Anushka Choudhary
👽 Throne of Shame 🦄
I always was a raging bull Never did learn to play cool Sitting in his throne of shame A fool who tried to run the game A game not for you to play But you tried it anyway At the end you lost, and so did I Everyone now living in rewind Maybe you will know someday How your love showed me the way My unicorn of the galaxies Put this alien out of its misery
-a.K
they say, “write something different. write something other than blood and rage and rot” / i respond, with bared teeth: / “it is all i know.”