not magnanimous.

(meme)

(this blog is just a roleplay meme resource, sorry)

content warnings: none that i can find these prompts can be taken as direct dialogue, part of a description you’d use, or just as a prompt. feel free to change the pronouns and input names as you see fit.

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tubefed

we appeal to your basic nature.

chew up the harder facts for you to make them easy to consume.

you won’t have to think too hard.

you won’t have to dig too far.

sanitize the truth for you

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honeythief

sometimes i doubt the path i chose.

sometimes my dreams feel all on hold.

there’s no doubt that this will make me strong.

because it’s the hardest thing i’ve ever done.

and when i’m lost, you search for me.

and when i doubt, you’re my belief.

i’m supposed to be the stronger one.

you always seem to prove that theory wrong.

i’m supposed to be the strong one; you always seem to prove that theory wrong.

still, i hold my breath each time you go.

still, i hold my breath each time you go out in the world that’s beyond my control.

if you are dreaming, i never want to wake you up.

when i’m at my wit’s end and i’m losing my head, you remind me of just how lucky i am.

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everything is ok

break it all down into simplest terms.

there, was that so bad?

you doubt yourself so much you don't even know what you really want, or how you really feel.

and i’m so tired of you constantly over-thinking.

i know why, because everything’s going ok.

hust your style to break it all into pieces.

disregard your inner monologue, don’t try to drown it out, ’cause it’ll only wear you out.

sometimes things are just beyond control.

that has to be ok, and you don’t have a choice.

everything is unacceptable.

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morsecode

write your codes.

throw me off.

i’ve captured your enigma machine.

better have tried, and consequently fell.

they lacked this fine decoder ring.

i am here, i read you loud and clear.

i sneak inside.

retrace your steps.

movements make motives clear.

your phrases fly and i am fluent now.

you’re coming through without a glitch.

we read you loud and clear.

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stonefruit

dear heart, take a look at you.

i know how it feels.

the bounty of the rain, the bounty of the spring.

dear heart, you can’t keep them all

i wait with eyes closed.

i’ll lighten your load.

truth hurts

remember this: we are pooling our faith.

you said it.

asking for my basket full.

whatever sustains me, gifts and pampers you.

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your friends

your friends.

we are your soldiers sworn to protect your character, and there is no attack for which we’re not prepared.

when you need us, we’re there. if you need us, we’re there.

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the ratio of freckles to stars

but i don’t think i can wait; i’ve been living for this day.

i think that if i do or don’t, it’ll turn out the same way, but i can’t seem to pull myself away.

and i hope that’s ok.

even just the very thought makes me want to stay.

this is more than i can take.

i fear my heart will burst or break.

if there;s a thing as too much joy i will be taken away.

if i wrap you up inside of me, kiss your fingers greedily, i will lose track of the floor, i will lose track of my feet.

all that you’ve conquered was already yours.

all that you’ve longed for is painted on my arms.

here, i can take you.

but i don’t know what to say, all my language slipped away.

i only know that i am yours and i hope you take the hint.

be still my sweaty little heart.

you are my every waking thought.

if there’s a thing as too much love, i am guilty as i stand.

if i dive head first straight into you the way i’ve always wanted to, i can’t be held responsible; there’s no telling what i’ll do.

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wholeness

how can i learn to let go, now that you have shown that you are strong enough, but i am not.

how can i let the world rough you around when i’m not there? i can’t protect you.

why does life have to rob you of your Innocence and faith for you to be a grown up?

the only thing that gives me strength when i am deep in doubt is your nature.

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today

today i feel surrounded.

today i am connected.

today i am a part of something more, as if every cell were singing.

still, i can’t embrace it.

every silver lining has a cloud, but not so far.

i keep waiting for the shoe to drop, waiting for the axe to fall. and it will happen, this I know. just not so far.

today i feel like dancing. i never feel like dancing.

it’s like even the weather suits my mood.

my entire soul is ringing.

still, i can’t accept it.

i keep looking for the thing to bring me down, though i can’t explain my reasons to you.

i think we are the same.

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hollow bones

i understand the principle, wrapped it up inside my skull, i just cannot seem to make it real.

and even without hollow bones, and burdened down by all these clothes against the forces of the earth, i swear that i will make it real.

and when we go, take nothing with us.

and when it’s cold, then they will miss us.

i just cannot seem to make it fly.

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i am warm

my legacy a string of losses.

my god, i ask, how can you do this? you made the sun, the world your canvas. with all this i can see how i’m unimportant.

could this be some grand coincidence? or is it true? it only comes from you.

in this dream, i am warm.

there are hands in my hair, and it’s good to be there.

when i need you, you’re not there. maybe you think i’m stronger than I really am.

i wave my hand and nothing happens. i set my scene and i can’t play it.

but you make a mean sunset. makes me wonder where i stand

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things stay the same

i don’t think that you're being unreasonable.

you wait.

these are such basic things, you shouldn’t have to voice them, but you do.

and in your mind everything is quantified and sharpened.

it seems you have forgotten me. i will remind you. it seems you’re overlooking me. i will find you. you seem not to care for me. did you ever try to?

am I really so hard to love?

someone needs to hold you before you slip away.

because you always leave us guessing.

content warnings: none these prompts can be taken as direct dialogue, part of a description you’d use, or just as a prompt. feel free to change pronouns and input names as you see fit. taken from AvelineYT’s Eco Lifestyle Build video

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let’s give her some money right now, because she’s poor.

wait! she has bigger windows.

also i don’t like big bathrooms. i don’t appreciate them.

the camera just went spinny.

everyone deserves plants in their lives.

well that’s cute! but nope.

the flowers are not centred at all, it’s killing me.

i did a clumsy.

i’m just waiting for my neighbours to complain about me.

and i’m talking about it so i’m obviously not ignoring it anymore.

so plantsy! it’s my happy place.

my nose is really itchy all of a sudden, please stop. it’s really annoying.

it’s there for a reason! maybe, i don’t know.

oh no! no! oh, they’re floating.

magic! it’s not really.

i’m a grown-up, i can go to bed when i want to.

i’m pretty sure my make-up has also fallen off by now, but hey, you know, it is what it is. i’m not gonna take it off just to put it on again. i’m too lazy for that.

more candles for you, congratulations.

that’s not how you watch tv.

it looks cute, that’s what matters.

congratulations, you just got yourself some leaves.

because who doesn’t love waking up in the morning, turning over, and getting leaves in their face? that’s fun.

i thought this was a rat that got dissected and this was steaks or something.

also, i don’t know what this is, but it’s cute.

no, who wants homework lying on their sidetable? it’s like the first thing you see when you wake up in the morning, “here’s homework in your face!” that’s worse than plants in your face, i’m just saying. nobody wants to see homework in the morning.

it doesn’t float! we love that. thank you.

and i also want them to have worms. congratulations.

oh no, oh no, why did i ask?

nobody wants to see your worm.

oh no, there’s worms on it.

now the worms are gone. that’s fine with me, it’s ok.

content warnings: none that i can find these prompts can be taken as direct dialogue, part of a description you’d use, or just as a prompt. feel free to change the pronouns and input names as you see fit. additional notes: found some phrases from images and such as well. lol. also some are a little n.sfw. watch out.

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the picrew of dorian grey.

you’ve got to stop using your little stupid hands for evil.

i dont even remember why i blocked half the people in my blocked list but i trust past me.

imagine how little candles must have cost in the 1700s. must’ve been pretty cheap, right? with everyone using them all the time instead of electricity? now think about how much they cost now. 20 some dollars for a candle. what if we could go back to when candles were cheap? wouldn’t you want that? what if we could make that happen.

op is gonna cut the power grid.

i couldn’t handle being a crab. i would register a formal complaint but crabs can’t write.

cranky because you’d be beheaded in the revolution aren’t you.

no i didn’t skip that song because i don’t like it, i skipped it because i don’t have the emotional stability to listen to it now.

finally, mambo number 6.

i can’t tell you people anything without getting owned.

italian mobsters using discord to have a meeting and they have a bot that plays accordion music on repeat.

literally who are you people.

all i’m saying is you have the tendencies of a capricorn.

my favorite part about using the computer is pressing all the keys and buttons. all that other stuff that happens on the screen is just icing on the cake.

i speak three languages: english, sarcasm, and olde high german.

want to be a slut but nobody deserves to fuck me god i hate it here.

god, other people suck. oh, me? hmm well now that you mention it i guess i do suck too, but, for more complicated reasons.

as some sort of sick and twisted revenge i send all of your selfies back to you with a dunce cap edited on.

no i don’t make sense so stop asking.

you are just mad because you are angry.

name one cow you’re friends with.

how can ants have farms? they’re too small to control the chickens and the pigs.

i’m not a misandrist, i have man friends and sometimes i even read books by men, i’m very open minded.

you’re so delicious as a concept, but as a real person i worry for you.

glad to see we’re all in agreement that cats talk like disparaged victorian children.

ahhh “lying”… one of the oldest tricks in the book. aside from “bashing someone over the head with a rock”.

addicted to teaching children the game “scream every time you see an airplane” when their parents arent nearby.

dear lord, please don’t make me have to parallel park.

content warnings: use of the word ‘bitch’, and other swears these prompts can be taken as direct dialogue, part of a description you’d use, or just as a prompt. feel free to change pronouns and input names as you see fit. taken from John Wolfe’s video (just short of 24 minutes long)

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“the gang’s all here.”

“this place is about to be poppin’.”

“hey, this [name] has found some gas!”

“i’m gonna check the barn.”

“let’s all go to the barn together!”

“there’s too many people to take in one car, anyway.”

“at least i found something, y’know?”

“is everyone still alive? good.”

“how are we not dead yet?”

“there’s nothing in this house, i’ve already looked.”

“oh my god, [name], you ruined it.”

“i hope i fucking get garrotted for what i just said.”

“did you guys find anything in that-- that house? nothing?”

“i don’t know why you guys are following me, i don’t have a map, i’m kinda just-- i’m kinda just running.”

“this is a really bad idea.”

“wow, you guys are taking this really far.”

“safety in numbers, right?”

“the slowest one will die first.”

“[name], we should stick together. as the non-jennies.”

“we are the noisiest group ever!”

“we are a writhing ball of noise, how can he not know where we are?”

“oh my god, we can leave!”

“i’m smart as fuck!”

“c’mon, girl, you deserve a break. you’re doing all this repairing, all this dying, i-i-- i wanna help you out.”

“oh, careful now. breaking character to tell me to be careful now.”

“yo, i was getting fucked up by them on my lonesome over there.”

“by the way, the killer’s here.”

“why is everyone following me? i don’t have a map!”

“alright, so, the cops have been called.”

“good job, biiitch. let’s get in the car, biiitch.”

“i don’t know why we came here!”

“which one will be the first to fall-- oh, that one.”

“let’s all go the same way! this’ll work great!”

“how intelligent are you?”

“hold on, i dropped the wrong thing, shit.”

“oh no, we wasted all of our things. okay.”

“is anyone in the car?”

“oh bitch, you didn’t.”

“no-one’s in the car!”

“get in the car get in the car get in the car!”

“do we have any room?”

“poor [name].”

“ah, it’s too late.”

“i can’t believe i left [name]. i feel so bad. i feel so bad -- what was i supposed to do?”

“he’s probably just ranting to his chat right now.”

“they’re being really hostile to me in [name]’s chat.”

“i curse the day that you arrived on this planet.”

“hey, [name], you got away, good job.”

“the disrespect! the betrayal!”

“every bitch for herself, yeah?”

“i can’t believe you guys didn’t let me in the car. i had a giant axe and i was trying to kill you, i mean...”

“oh wow, i can’t win, okay, nevermind.”

“(sighs) i hope i enjoy this.”

“so, [name], we’re friends, right?”

“i just kinda locked you out.”

“i feel like we should offer ourselves up as sacrifices for [name], just to soothe his rage.”

“unfortunately, my rules is that the first people i find, i leave a present, and i let them go on their merry way, so you guys are getting a present.”

“you like presents? it’s small, sharp, and pointy.”

“hi [name]. don’t come over here. it’s very fun, but don’t do it.”

“that was pretty good though. you liked that? i scared you.”

“oh son-of-a-biscuit, man.”

“hey, i got one of these neat walkie-talkie things, now.”

“i think he went looking for you.”

“sounds like a couple of bitches!”

“once a bitch, always a bitch!”

“[name]’s mad. i don’t think i’ve heard him say ‘bitch’ this many times.”

“ohhhh, you’re the worst one, [name].”

“come back here. c’mon.”

“you must think i’m so fucking dumb. you must think i’m so dumb. you must think i’m the dumbest boy.”

“what’s going on over there?”

“i cannot believe you right now.”

“[name], you need to die, you’re the fucking public enemy number one.”

“this bitch has lost her mind.”

“(through laughter) i’ve just stunned [name] like three times.”

“i hate you, you’re the worst boy!”

“alright, kill me, [name], kill me.”

“i want a special death for you. special boy gets special death.”

“i got some blue shoes on, just like you do, girl.”

“fuck, i don’t know how to drive a boat.”

“save me, bitch, save me!”

“i can’t believe i’m getting away with this. i can’t believe it.”

“i can’t believe i’m getting away with this. i can’t believe it. and yes, me calling out the boat was... was part of the strategy.”

“[name], i curse the fucking day you were born!”

“just give me another four minutes.”

“you’re the last one to die. get over here.”

“oh no, you have rage.”

“i’m too angry for doors!”

“he’ll never suspect this.”

“where d’you think he is? where’d he go?”

“it’s a watery grave for you, my friend.”

“i totally deserved that.”

“i was too angry not to get a wipe there.”

content warnings: abuse mention, death mention, implied incest these prompts can be taken as direct dialogue, part of a description you’d use, or just as a prompt. feel free to change pronouns and input names as you see fit. taken from stephen jones’ edited collection, a book of horrors, and slightly edited in some instances.

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the dead man’s daughter opens the door.

i want to lick at her skin and see if she tastes the way that she looks.

“concentrate, this is business.”

i do not miss the bruises.

“speak, you idiot.”

she is that rare thing: born lucky.

i’m the only coffin-maker in the city. they let me in.

he will not interrupt business.

“your mirror should be covered. all of your mirrors. to be safe. until the body is removed.”

“the choice is yours, of course.”

“the choice is yours, of course. i’m given to understand that some families are delighted to have a remnant of the deceased take up residence in their mirrors. they enjoy the sensation of being watched constantly. it makes them feel not so alone. and the dead seem to like it, especially the unexpectedly dead. without time to prepare themselves, they tend to cling to the ones they loved.”

“you have kept the body wrapped?”

i smile again: let me help you.

oh, how they must want to keep him under!

“how hard for you, [name], to have no more strength than a fart, all noise and wind.”

“did you get it?”

“show me.”

“fool. desperate sad little fool.”

“didn’t i teach you to look through people?”

“i kept you wrapped! i covered the mirrors! i made your casket myself and sealed it tight -- how can you still be here?”

“perhaps i’m not. perhaps you’re so lonely, [name], that you thought me back.”

“if i were lonely i can think of better company to conjure.”

“ah, there’s none like your own family, your dear old Da who loves your very skin.”

“when i have her, i won’t need you.”

“why would anyone want you?”

“you did, [name], or has death dimmed your memory?”

i know this; i know this but it does not make me hesitate. it does not make my hope die.

professional pride for the most part.

“[name], you’ve done us proud. it’s beautiful work.”

“when will you go to collect?”

“there! our business is at an end.”

content warnings: general horror, implications of torture, mutilation and gore these prompts can be taken as direct dialogue, part of a description you’d use, or just as a prompt. feel free to change pronouns and input names as you see fit. taken from stephen jones’ edited collection, a book of horrors, and slightly edited in some instances.

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and then it all started to come back.

“almost there, baby. almost home.”

“you been away someplace, [name]?”

“i’d kind of figured i was done, but two more won’t hurt.”

“you go on -- ain’t like you’re gonna be going anyplace once you get there.”

“oh, he’ll already know.”

“where’s she gone?”

“she can’t have disappeared.”

“huh, i thought that place was empty.”

well, what are poltergeists?

“they’re here, [name]. all of ‘em! they’re all here.”

“i thought i saw someone at the window.”

“nobody there now.”

“you are tired, aren’t you, sweetie?”

“what did she mean -- ‘they’re all here’?”

“she didn’t seem happy about it, that’s for sure.”

“looks like i got the wrong end of the stick.”

“naughty girl.”

“yeah, my fault. don’t get pissed at her.”

“it was raining in your house?”

he’s in the house, a little voice whispered at the back of her head. this isn’t a good idea.

“unless you’re dead.”

“didn’t make it into the newspapers yet. or on the tv. will, though.”

“uh, huh. took her near on twelve hours to die.”

it’s not true that poltergeists are just mischievous, not at all.

imagine if you had a whole family of poltergeists.

the audience laughed.

poltergeists are not the kittens of the spectral plane, they’re more the... raptors. like in jurassic park. ghosts with teeth.

there was nobody there.

“of course there’s nobody there.”

what do you say to all this, [name]?

“oh, that’s typical. typical of you, [name]. you try to belittle people who are trying to discuss something.”

“i think you’re getting too much sex.”

“and don’t do that, either. that hurt thing. that expression you use when you’re trying to make out you’ve been wounded.”

“jeez, but these cookies are good. where’d you get ‘em?”

“[name]?” her full name... the one he always used on the rare occasions he was angry with her. or scared, a voice whispered in his head.

you talk about ghosts as being infestations.

“let me turn off that fucking radio.”

“you didn’t--- didn’t have a fight, did you?”

“here we all are again.”

“you’re having quite a day of it.”

“did you say goodbye to your friends, [name]?”

“oh we are multitudes, [name]. and we’re gonna have ourselves some fun. after all, ain’t like you’re gonna be going anyplace.”

“or you’ve made a mistake in one or more parts of your story.”

“you mean, ‘or i lied’. that’s what you mean, isn’t it?”

“we have to keep all options open.”

“you might even have a poltergeist.”

ghosts with teeth, a voice said at the back of [name]’s head. that’s what he said, the guy on the phone. ghosts with teeth.

“the fire’s not even lit.”

“let’s talk about poltergeists.”

it looked like they had come to do some kind of repair work, for they carried all manner of tools -- saws, hammers and drills, plus coils of twine.

the light was still on.

there was silence, but it was not a good silence, not a calm or quiet silence. rather than it being simply nothing -- just a quietness with nothing added -- this felt like a quietness with its very soul removed.

“i did lock it. i did call out. but you didn’t answer.”

“she’s with you, [name].”

“where do you keep your knives, [name]? ah, okay... i got them.”

what? what was it exactly? halloween? the boogeyman? a gen-you-whine ‘thing’ from someplace where there were no lights and no smiles, no love and no softness, only pain and grief and sadness, loss and regret...

“because i’m a sheriff. an upholder of the law.”

“my friends and me, we’ve been educating. and i think it’s fair to say that our students have been fascinated with what we had to show them. yes, indeedy. oh, they’ve occasionally been surprised and... well, often they’ve been a mite uncomfortable. but, you know what they say: ‘knowledge is power. and strength.’ they do say that, don’t they, [name].”

“did you know the small intestine is twenty-two feet long? i didn’t know that. and [name] didn’t know it either. believe me. oh, but you know, it does so make for a swell wall display.”

“who are you?”

“you, dear [name]? oh, there’s nothing wrong with you. not yet, anyways.”

“the tools of my trade,” he said, and he set all the knives out in a line next to each other.

“and i don’t respond to the things you would expect a thinking, caring person would respond to. what do they call it? sociopathic tendencies? something like that, i think. the thing is, the things i do, i don’t do simply because i enjoy doing them -- though to be fair about this, i do -- but rather i do them because i have to do them. does that make sense?”

“no... no it doesn’t make sense.”

“you’re trying to multi-task here, aren’t you?”

“[name], let’s pretend i can’t see you and can’t tell you’re shaking your head. let’s pretend i can only hear your voice... and that if i don’t get a good answer, then i’ll go right ahead and chop off that finger. and what you need to worry about then is where do i stop. you understand that, [name]?”

“yes. yes i understand.”

“because i am one of the pain people, [name]. in fact, i am the pain man. delivered to your very door, agonies beyond belief. beyond even your most fevered imagination. it’s what i do, [name]. you understand that? it’s my job. what was it they said on the radio? ghosts with teeth? i like that. i do like that.”

“causing pain is what you do.”

“i don’t want to go downstairs.”

“i don’t want to go---”

“welcome, my friend, to the show that never ends.”

“i seen this in a movie one time.”

content warnings: drowning mention these prompts can be taken as direct dialogue, part of a description you’d use, or just as a prompt. feel free to change the pronouns and input names as you see fit.

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throwing stones

you keep going on.

but it was told long ago by the young, not the old.

i’ll keep throwing stones.

i won’t do as i’m told, ‘til my voice finds a home.

you’re the muse of this land; give us everything you’ve got if you care.

‘cause the birds keep pecking at your face and your eyes.

i thought there was truth but i didn’t realise you’re somebody that’s not like me, so i won’t believe a word you speak.

you’ll not forget revising your lies.

you say there’s nothing wrong.

but i was sold long ago, left alone in the cold.

tell me what’s going on.

only so much is shown -- is it more that you know?

created this whole memory, created this whole story...

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bloom

when did we start a war?

when did we build a wall?

it’s risen up from the ground.

i can’t figure it out.

when did we start it all?

was I the only one?

i keep telling myself i don't wanna wait in the dark, wanna wait in the light.

we’re always looking for utopia, it’s the only world we wanna know.

we’ve been searching for it everywhere.

destruction all around.

bulldoze me right to the ground.

i won't settle down

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together

we all know, we know.

you and i need a conversation.

build yourself some reputation.

i don’t know the worst and i’ll face it

you are like a stranger tonight.

i wish that you would decide to do me right.

try and turn this around.

if we’re not in this together, we all know how this will end.

we all know how this will end if we’re not in this together.

you don’t need no invitation drown yourself on any occasion.

i don’t know why you do this to yourself.

i’m still here but won’t be forever.

leave with you and we’ll make it better.

work out why you do this to yourself.

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life happens

are you part of the rat race, or are you part of the human race?

you fuel your fake dreams and now you can’t sleep.

and so you wonder why, yes--

life, it happens to you.

you know, you know the days and nights won’t stop.

you think it will never be you.

you know, you know but there is no way out

are you running in circles or a never ending line?

you're running in circles.

keep trying not to worry, but you’re part of the machine.

content warnings: none that i can find these prompts can be taken as direct dialogue, part of a description you’d use, or just as a prompt. feel free to change the pronouns and input names as you see fit. additional note: i couldn’t find any official lyrics for over the river and gold dust, so apologies if they turn out to be wrong and my hearing/comprehension got it messed up.

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the valley

out in the wild, it’s cold as a river.

you said that I was better than a giver.

take out my eyes, leave just my soul; i heard around that you let it go.

do you recall, not long after, you made a vow? it rolled out your mouth.

all that surrounds is like a shadow, it clings to my pain until it unravels.

‘cause where is the valley we talked about?

where is the way that we swam around?

i am here waiting for something away and a way back round.

a cold breeze blows through my chest.

why must I fear that there is no rest from all of the good and all of the bad?

i want to swim and shake all the ruins.

they’ve got problems, we’re letting go.

back towards the rising sun.

all of this will lead you home, back towards the undergrowth.

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shadow light

look around, we’re the same as where are we now.

we are going too far from town watching people passing by.

i know i could take my time to find what we need to find run away.

hoping that we’ll sleep tonight.

do we need to say what we say in a different light?

she is trapped by the ways of the social light.

i see stones on the way to a better life.

should I know if i’m wrong or if i am right?

we are not the ones that we say we are.

we are gone like the ghosts that we say we are.

see my face, it’s departing from this place.

i’ve only started to realize that we’re only energized in the places that we love that we came from up above.

look around you i see love in the place where we grew up.

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over the river

over the river and down below, there’s a fear that’s taking hold.

tell me where i should stand -- in your heart or take offense.

do you best to shoot me down when you say i’m not around.

and what is the coldest part? when everything kills you in the dark?

you care for me.

it’s not right.

when it’s all so dull and quiet, i can feel my soul on fire.

let me hit those words.

i know it’s easy to pretend.

but don’t you see that i was so right?

told you i’m so very tired.

i knew that i would feel again.

where were you, my only friend?

‘cause it’s alright.

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gold dust

gold dust glitters in the stars above.

i heard something i was dreaming of.

the way that i feel, it’s something not real.

i wished that everybody could love the earth that i love and hold so dear.

the way that you feel, it’s something not real.

don’t you see it? there is a light in you and me.

i want you to be free.

scars and marks upon you.

to hurt the ones you love dear, i hope that it will disappear.

content warnings: none that i can find these prompts can be taken as direct dialogue, part of a description you’d use, or just as a prompt. feel free to change pronouns and input names as you see fit.

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universe

the sun, it calls me back again.

we couldn’t see but we let it in, yeah.

so escape from my atmosphere.

call it in.

i was looking at the moon at night.

cause there you go, there you go, chasing us.

i found the universe.

you know i was wrong from the very start.

you know i never do you wrong.

if i was to get up and run--

i told you.

when you got lost.

only the present time.

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help me on my way

help me on my way to find the better days to come.

i am on my own waiting out here in the sun.

i thought you knew that heaven waited.

but my mind reciprocated every notion that you made.

‘cause if i was to say it, i’d probably replay it in my head.

‘cause you know i’ve tried, but i can’t hide for much longer.

over again, i see the hunger in the eyes of something you despise.

and you tell me that i’m something, but i’m nothing but a preacher in the dark.

and i am more than solid.

and nothing’s gonna fix my broken heart.

but you know, help me, i’m hurting.

i can see the burning in your eyes.

you said i could buy my way back up to heaven with these lies.

and you’re in the fast lane, then not.

you’ve been in the dark and i’ve been in your heart for so long.

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call up

call up.

you said you need a friend that can pull up.

all those things you never said.

like i got those things in my head that go round.

you said i’m much prepared for when i am unaware.

call up on me.

take it all, let me fall.

meet you in the crumbling walls, my love.

‘cause i’m going places on my own.

should i know it?

i should find a call.

meet you in the back.

i go away.

i start to fade.

‘cause i know from where we were standing.

fall through until the landing.

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the garden

it’s funny how it started.

i was not a loser.

pull my finger round the plug, with thoughts to go down the drain.

i knew that it was trouble to try and leave this world behind.

i’m not asking, i’m just giving.

take me to the parlor.

my love is in the garden.

wait for me to dance straight.

i am not the answer.

i am merely only questioning.

i am merely only questioning the way that I grew up.

i’m not an angel, i’m just not waiting for time to do a change, my mind to rearrange.