Verity Tales

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[veritytales]

On a Steep Suburban Hill

She climbs,

tracing the sloped path with her feet;

wondering,

if the rain will eventually wash the dusty footprints

away

and take her too.

She climbs,

with the sun tickling her ear with its warmth;

the sunshine curls

up around her legs, 

and sits around her shoulders.

There was no mark which beckoned her

but rather the wind

coaxing her hair softly,

urging her to stop and turn back;

she does.

She stares,

across the sprawl of colours

she had travelled across.

The accomplishment of the climb is sweet

on her tongue 

but

the bitter after-taste will linger forever. 

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i. afternoon

The hours seep into my life, slowly dripping like thick caramel,  smelling of fresh tea in dark amber hues,  swirling in graceful wisps, around the glass that shimmers under the heat of the liquid sun.   I stare, fingers curled next to the warmth, at the sunlight that trickles away, wanting to cling onto nostalgic feelings, pressing myself closer breathing in summer,  feeling it   fade from my clothing. Sometimes, the hours pass with lazy naps; escapades into the dream world, and I wake to find the faint glow of dreams lingering across the edges of my vision, blurring the sharp white walls that surround me, lighting up my room.  I paint and cover with what I have,  pouring vivid affections over pale, off whites, before closing my eyes, revelling,  at the explosion of orange-red; closed eyelids yet the images are far brighter like this,  in my head, far stronger than the weak flame that dares to dance with hope in my heart.  I stand,  opening my eyes, grasping the teacup,  lifting it to my mouth.  The tea has gone cold.

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bookwormtiff replied to your post:chasing the shadows of your balloons

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HAHAHAHAH omfg, nothing wrong at all mate! I haven't written poetry in agessssss @w@ This one is an old one I wrote ages ago, just casually uploading now XD

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For the Love of the Sea

The sea is sweet; always sweet to my heart,  the breeze is strong,  tugging insistently upon my hair, dragging strands across my cheeks. The sun blinds me, melting into the sand, blurring the edges beyond the final crest of the waves and the tip of the horizon, uniting them in a gentle line of blue. In my hazy summer memories, the salt that danced upon my tongue  and pervaded my every sense  fades  like over exposed polaroids desperate to soak up every image yet unable to retain anything against the glare of the summer sun. I fumble, attempting to imprint each scene upon  each corner of my mind; sticky tape isn’t strong enough and blu-tack slides against the dusty walls, letting the stories and photos of childhood summers  to be rolled up and stored away.  It’s forever sweeter in my memories; I long for just one touch, for my hand to slip through the crystal waters, the coolness against my palms  swirling around my fingertips; a different world beckons me, underneath the currents and every inch of my soul is yearning  to dive in, my body  leans forward eagerly and  answers the call.  But my mind wakes, leaving me breathless  in a white plaster room, the loud cries of seagulls blurring  away, melting like the cold ice-pops  leaving behind  the faint stickiness across my palms the only reminder of the summers that I spent, next to the glorious sea. 

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chasing the shadows of your balloons

It’s irritating, how one word  from you can release the dozens of balloons  that were tethered to my heart; making me float above the appropriate level of sanity,  making me light, so dizzy that I’m wishing to come down yet a part of me, doesn’t. It’s terrifying, how one word from you can make me forget about the worries of yesterday, of today and let me dare to hope for tomorrow.

If I jump out, will you direct the clouds to stop raining; and bring them  under my feet instead, so I can fly?

I hope when I jump, it won't be towards the sky or diving deep into the seas, but straight forward, into your arms. 

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an unsinkable love letter to the depths of the sea

it hit me,  in the same way waves hit me as I rush up against them. leaving me breathless  and pulling me  down against unfamiliar currents  long fingers pressed themselves to my sides lightly caressing making me melt into that gentle touch dissolving me  and my rational thoughts into  foam

it'll be impossible, unfathomable for my love to reach you I know my words won’t reach your heart I’ve repeated them to myself until they crumbled into grains of salt in my palms

each message I try to send has the ink washed away  the paper distorted and I wonder, if you feel the same way I do: hopelessly loving the way I'm drowning; falling for you 

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Lost Dream

Last night, I am sure I dreamed  yet the images I saw, fade. I tug the covers closer desperately sealing my thoughts  within the layers  of my mind  but morning light  pulls  me up into reality where only the faint warmth of someone’s arms  around me,  remains. 

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Life's Merry Go Round (Howl's Moving Castle)

I occasionally get the urge to just run out and find the closest high place, like a hill, and just stand there and look down, across, at everything or maybe look up at the sky and the stars; it's a combination of a painful trickle of nostalgia and that itching urge to move, somewhere anywhere (as long as I'm not sitting still), that creates an odd pressure on my chest. It's as if I'm suddenly claustrophobic, my room is too small for the thoughts running through my head, for the pounding emotion flowing through my body, and I have to just get out into an open space to clear my mind.  I used to spend hours sitting and standing around my balcony at night, breathing in the faint sea breeze and soaking in the moonlight, and I came to a realisation that the sky at night wasn't just "black" but a mix of dark blues and greys, with the stars sprinkled across like salt and clouds that spread and misted over the moon just like my breath fogging against the windows.  

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i wonder, if there will come 

a time

when i shall no longer falter

or be discouraged, lost,

and unconfident in my foot steps.

a time 

when my voice shall ring

out, loud and clear, across the 

halls of my empty mind.

a time

when I eventually put the box

of thoughts, memories, worries, 

and the other box of

angers, anxiousness, fears,

into my head attic. 

a time to sweep

away the lingering bitterness.

  Maybe, if the sun would allow,

I shall place a small pot on the window sill,

and that can grow

into a new me.  

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excuses

they pour out of my mouth,

spilling to fill the empty glass; they 

gush,

take up as much useless space as possible.

Only to trickle, leak, and trail

fading away.

It was a bigger hole than I could possibly fill,

It was a bigger box that I could possibly contain.

And the glass,

the same empty glass which promised sweet relief

against the parched throats,

was empty;

always empty,

for the bottom was 

non-existent.

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arms creep around from behind

and envelop you in warmth

and lends one more ear against your back

for your young and unsteady, 

but ever so precious,

heartbeat.

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monochromatic prayers

blow out a candle, and let your palms

touch ever so softly.

head bowed low, ringlets of hair tumbling down, over 

the swell of your chest.

breathe- in, out- and draw out thoughts with open ears

but closed eyes. 

Wish for the simple, the easy,

for the black to fade to white. 

and pray,

for time. 

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paranoia

it creeps up behind me

mocking me

laughing at the inevitable fate that would befall

this pitiful, worthless,

me,

its coming closer, the unsteadiness of imbalance,

the pressure cooking, 

the anxiety builds in a cage of a thousand birds,

thrumming with power.

you're going to fall,

fall, fall,

and this time, 

you won't get up.

ready to burst

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Prompt: painting

It was another blank canvas that stared her down competitively, daring her to try and conquer the peaceful white. She shifted uncomfortably in her stool, legs feeling unsteady and mind, oh, her mind was filled with too many unspoken pictures; stories that wanted to be tasted and pictures that wanted to be heard. Eyes flickered over the cacophony of palettes, where it was a battlefield of exploded paint and emotions. 

Which colour shall she start in?

Perhaps, the bright vivid roses, yes, and the brush was eagerly dipped and swirled. Instantly, each hair was dyed in the passion and the strength of the red. Tipped with the visions of the future, it approached the skin of the easel, slowly, slowly and then-

Centimetres away, she stopped.

The canvas laughed.

She cast the brush down on the ground, where it clattered unceremoniously, spilling the images and the whispers of tales never to be seen.

Not today.

She’ll finish it soon, tomorrow perhaps.

But no, not today.

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((hi omg this prompt was from ages ago, so sorry it took me so long! q w q, its ok guys, im back so keep sending prompts! ><))

[veritytales]

green eyed monster

it curls with the strength of smoke,

heat of dying embers,

whispering soft nothings into minds.

a sharp rustle,

a quick flurry

of movement was all it took

before the fire,

burning through the lungs, tasting of

bitterness

rose up and reared its ugly head upon the ghastly sights.

let my wrath destroy them all

let my wrath destroy myself even,

for I have been provoked

never to rest.

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Deepest Seas of the Mind

Disgust curls around me in a heady  cloud. Bottles of despair litter the ground, broken shards reflect broken time, time wasted, used up.  Bottle caps stained with the colour  of skin being sliced open and bared to the world.  Dust chokes all sound, cutting, cutting, everything fades. Half drowning, half alive, stumbling  for something. I reach out to the bright light but time takes it within its embrace and it too, is gone.

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...

I lost a friend to something that merely started off as teasing. 

We hung out a lot, perhaps spent more time with each other than with others, resulting in the "shipping" names and teasing. There is a barrier within real life shipping, some people need to get it into their heads that this is reality and your words will affect others.

So that friend is gone, but I do not worry too much about that now for it has been lost. It was a combination of reasons why we fell out, and maybe I'm just pushing the blame onto this reason so I wouldn't have to face the fact that I should have tried harder.

The important thing that is worrying me right now is that I have another friend to me, who is just as dear and it worries me endlessly that our relationship will go down the same path as the other did. And that is the absolute last thing I want.