#s. f.

[darkmagic-hours]

spite; the rage of the fae part one

curse you to the deepest part of the forest, where no light shines; curse you to the darkest part of the sea, where you may die; curse you, your life, your soul;

hope you may fail today, tomorrow; hope you lose, lose it all, every single day; hope you ruin your life, oh, to make me happy;

feel my anger, my wrath, my rage; feel me shout your name, scream it, fling it across the winds; feel me resist, hold back, refrain from taking a weapon to you;

I am mad, I am spiteful, I am filled with hatred; hatred for you, for all that you do; you have ruined me, I will now ruin you.

the quiet side of life, s. f.

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[starsfallings-archived]

INTRODUCING ANOTHER WIP; the quiet side of life, s. f.

what is it?

a collection of poetry inspired by my main WIP, A Flame in the Stars

what does it contain?

lots of poetry that sounds like worldbuilding and is worldbuilding

is there a taglist?

yes. send me an ask or message to be added or removed

tags?

#the quiet side of life, #s. f.

where can I find it?

on my sideblog, @the-quiet-side-of-life. all posts will be reblogged to my main on queue, for timezones

[darkmagic-hours]

g, going once, going twice, sold

heart going once, got shattered, irreparable damage heart going twice, got left behind, had to pick up the pieces heart sold, seven years and counting, fixed with love from those who truly care

alphabet poetry, day seven — g

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[darkmagic-hours]

vengeance; the rage of the fae part three

fill me up, let me overflow, trembling with rage, anger, hatred; hear me shout your name, burn the world down; let me destroy you, erase you until there is nothing left, till all there is to your name is your memory;

I have remade myself from my old destruction, and i will not forget; you ruined me, and now you will pay; oh, you shall return me my tears, my heartbreak, my desperation;

the thoughts that flew through my mind, so fast, so fleeting; the trust that I had, gone, in a flash; I will get my vengeance, and then;

you will be naught but ashes blowing away in the raging wind.

the quiet side of life, s. f.

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[darkmagic-hours]

j, jam and other things

sickly sweet jam fills up a jar, sticky sweet jam that is just barely holding the bread together like you just barely holding on to the seams of your life seams that are about to split anytime soon even with your best efforts why does the jam bother why do you bother

maybe you bother because you have nothing else you can do maybe the jam bothers because what other purpose does it have in life?

just remember not to be consumed like the jam.

alphabet poetry, day ten — j

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[darkmagic-hours]

i, incandescent

in the light of day i see i can indeed do many things, things worthy of accolades and confetti that casca- de on me in an imaginary shower, coating me in the scent of success and accomplishment,

and my incandescent love for life blooming again like fireworks lighting up the night sky.

alphabet poetry, day nine — i

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[darkmagic-hours]

a, a song of sorrow

you sit on the tree branch, innocent; like nothing can hurt you, like you’re immune; you meet your partner, sing a song together;

sing a song of life and love, rise higher and higher; cuddle up at night, hold each other close; greet a new day together, greet it with a song of joy

you don’t see the hunter coming, don’t notice his rifle until too late; your partner is gone, forever; you sing a song of sorrow alone.

alphabet poetry, day one — a

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