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a place for my poems and fleeting thoughts š i hope you find some comfort & companionship in them

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āWhy does the world romanticize time passing so much? So many songs for summer, films set in autumn, poems about winter and spring. Whatās so appetizing about losing time?ā
āWell.. humans are fragile things. They need romance to hold onto their harsh lives, even if that romance comes with lossā
As much as I want to be consumed by the things I love, I also want to consume the things I loathe. The stories that make me uncomfortable, the food that tastes bland, the pain of nations, the art that speaks to the parts of me that Iāve buried where I never look. It all gives me a bigger, brighter idea of what the world is like outside of my being. Iād hate to be consumed by my own being.
I am a damaged bag of feathers flying
On an unforgiving wind
& every moment I am dying
While I also try to mend
A delicate animal, trapped in a snare
Appealing for mercy and love
I am a bruise, I am a tear
I am a broken-winged dove
I wish that I were stronger
That I could heal on my ownā
Every time takes a bit longer
Sometimes I feel so alone
Let it sink...
To a place too deep to ponder...
To a world that can be forgotten...
Let it be locked out...
Without keys to open...
Let it be...
For it is nothing but a can full of worms...

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she wore earrings because they reminded her of the sky; glistening and only ever noticed by those with an eye for love
You always got strange looks whenever you fed the neighborhood ravens. āI give them food, they give me company,ā youād say. One day, a raven excitedly comes up to you and whispers, āA neighbor plots against you, my lord.ā
You blink. A raven just spoke to you. Or maybe now you suddenly understand ravens? Oh. Youāre dreaming, that must be it. Okay.
āI see. What is the nature of the plot?ā
The raven, ruffles his feathers in agitation.
āHe spoke of leading the cursed HOA to thine door, my lord.ā It pauses, then adds, in a more hesitant tone: āThough I am but a raven, so I am unsure what that is, other than a hostile flock. We heard you speak of them in utter disdain oft, and so we dared speak. My Lord.ā
āFucking Brent. Thank you for bringing this to me,ā¦ā er, what do you call- Fuck it, youāre dreaming, remember? āMy good raven, although you need not have bothered. Mr Jones will get her comeuppance.ā
The raven looks somewhat crestfallen. Your heart melts a little. You sip your coffee to buy time. Your hair stands on end as you realize something.
Youāre not dreaming. You canāt smell things in creams, and the coffee you were sipping before this malarkey started is tickling your nose with its pleasant aroma. Well, fine. How?
You look at the raven and try to look cool.
āI am pleased by your care, though. You need not hesitate to speak to me. Come, let us speak of lighter things, to pass the time. How did it came that you specifically were chosen to speak?ā
The ravenās eyes shine, and it croaks excitedly.
āI have studied the heraldry of your house since forever! Itās so cool to have a real Fae in the neighbour- ugm. I mean, I mean,ā it ruffles anxiously. āForgive my strange speech, Lord, I am but an simple-ā
āRaven, yeah. Itās fine,ā you interrupt. āWhatās this about me being a Fae lord?ā
Guilt
So many regrets expressed by youth who arenāt old enough to miss the past
They say āremember the good olā days? well I wish theyād come backā
And I know what remorse feels like, my god do I know
What alienates me is I have no fruitful past to relate to, nothing to miss having at all
Only a dream I thought Iād achieve by now, and the thought of my teenage self disappointed
Their efforts werenāt in vain, I just donāt want to be them again
They passed me the torch with so much trust, yet here I am writing my name out in the dust
I donāt miss the past ā I am living in it; at this very moment, my old self hasnāt quite changed
Not for the better at least, all I ever do now is cry and bathe in contrition
They hurt so much to get me here today, yet I could never live up to my own expectations
September 8th, 2023, 5:21pm
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Tomihiko Morimi, The Tatami Galaxy (translated by Emily Balistrieri)
truth is, i spend all year impatiently waiting for summer, but it comes and goes like an interval between shows on a screen. itās not where my life truly lies. my life is with the husky cold air of autumn and winter, where i belong amongst the melancholic trees and the wonderfully bitter coffee.
āThe fact is, I donāt know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesnāt collapse when you beat your head against it.ā āĀ Douglas Adams
Every night I lay awake dreaming of you, my one and only. The love that never was and never will be. Sometimes I like to fool myself into thinking youāre right here and across the timeline of my life all at once; like an eternal star, existing even after the universe collapses.
We couldāve had the world in the palm of our hands.. you and I.. we couldāve done so much more.. but you chose bitterness over me.. and I donāt think I forgive you..

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i hear you complain about the couple next door; how they dared to love & sit in their garden drinking tea. i listen to you ramble about the things you despise most in this world and i know.. that if you knew who i really was.. youād hate my guts too
āIf you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I aināt giving up. I swear.āĀ
Spotted in Clackamas, Oregon
I canāt stop thinking about this message, so I spent a while trying to isolate just the writing and make it transparent. I might order a shirt with it
Whoever in Clackamas wrote this message on their bus stop, I love you