#written art

[calcifiedred]

[11oh1]

[pretty-little-nightmare-xx]

The world belongs to the definitive. It belongs to the dawn that breaks completely and the night that falls with absolution. But I have always inhabited the fragile in-between, where nothing truly starts and nothing truly ends.

I’ve spent a lifetime standing at the thresholds of rooms I was never meant to enter, watching the warmth of a fire I was never meant to feel.

Maybe I'm simply a prologue to chapters that belonged to someone else, the blank page at the front of the book, the one you turn without a thought. Maybe I was never meant to have a story. If life is measured by its monuments, then mine is a graveyard of intentions.

[artisticbrainrotxx]

[pris-art]

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I used the Odyssey rendition to write the lyrics here. The Castle I always figured had to have been before Peach's reign, and would last after... so it's not a theme for Peach, but rather, the kingdom itself. So, I used it as a basisc for a national anthem of sorts! Which. Helped me establish more solidly some lore gaps in what i'd been doing.

Lyrics below!

Look up, the Stars shine above 

Look up, and feel you're loved 

Look up, as the rain falls down 

No matter the conditions  

we will grow 

Mushrooms grow 

History will show 

How we reached our home 

Look how we’ve grown 

Transformed the catacomb 

Here we remain 

Finally staked our claim 

 

so we will rise [and] 

Look to the skies [with] 

Vict’ry cries 

 

We are sturdy 

Despite fragility 

We stand up again 

No matter how much we bend 

When we are struck more 

It only spreads our spores 

It's because we know 

How stars will always glow 

They will guide us 

As we go 

 

Stand Tall, and we’ll Carry on 

Stand Tall, as you sing this song 

Stand Tall, reach the stars above  

Wishes, once made to survive 

Wishes, that change as we thrive 

Wishes, for peace we strive 

We stay in our zone 

Yet still are asked to atone 

Found a land of our own 

They say it can’t be a home 

Said it was the worst 

[And] Good luck with the curse 

They must not have known 

How green grass can grow 

When water can flow 

All the way to roots below 

 

We are sturdy 

Despite fragility 

We stand up again 

No matter how much we bend 

When we are struck more 

It only spreads our spores 

It's because we know 

How stars will always glow 

They will guide us 

As we go 

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[exceptadrasteia]

I love you like a cigarette.

A craving I should stomp out before it kills me.

Slowly, it already is.

I know what tobacco tastes like on my tongue;

It is bitter, strong and disgusting.

Even poison pales in comparison of you.