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If 3 am is the witches' hour, I present to you-

3:14, the pious hour!

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skulkingsob

Fan comics of the eridian welcoming committtee by @justcakethanks - they are a work of art. The committee understands that fire is unsafe for humans, so the hosuewarming was done outside the biodome for Grace to watch. In the second one, they misinterpreted the statement 'we love you to death'. Likely inspired by Valentines day cards.

These were fun to make

vacationtown

(🦑🐟) KDJ canonically thinks YJH is cute and it's one of the very few things I agree with him on

if--then

Held at gunpoinr but at leas im being Held

if--then

If I ever blink twice for any reason know that there is meaning

Usually eyes

Dry

cyrusincrisis

What's up with these hashtags, my god-

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designerpotatosack

Ok I'm absolutely glad the cadaver girl is getting roasted to bits. In fact, i think a 15 day leave is bullshit. She should never be allowed anywhere near the medical field w such lack of ethics.

BUT, can we please talk about how this particular video had been out for quite a while now, and it was mainly men who found that disrespectful shit so goddam funny? A vast majority were on board with this shit...

...UNTIL the 370rs asshole turned up.

Women spoke up about that and suddenly all the men had so much to say about cadaver girl. The SAME DUDES who were laughing about it were all in different comment sections writing essays about medical ethics.

I'm sorry, but I'm tired of seeing our men whine about double standards when THEY ARE ACTIVELY CAUSING IT. Seriously.

They will laugh about male rape victims and then show up under female victims' posts w "what about male victims? 🥺"

THAT'S the actual double standard cause why the fuck are people like this??

nathengyn

the sky's kindest, most radiant star

inprnt | redbubble

pink-noah

Now what 💀

Trying this trend reff below:

cyrusincrisis

My father had a telescope

To stare and gaze, at the

Blooming lamps hung in the sky.

To lay on his lap-

And feel the beat of his heart

As he was besotted by them

Was simply heaven on earth!

Today is an eclipse.

The sun is so dark-

....so why is it bright out?

The sun, A star-

Which we spun our lives around

Why is it being swallowed?

I see the stars.

But no moon.

The stray stars' fate-

Is to be outshined by suns.

It's light simply no match...

Now it's so bright out here,

So why are these stars still....-

For years they've enamored me.

The lens of my instrument

Gave way to a melody

Lit by these twinkling gems,

As they danced about the earth

In such rhythmic fashion,

So why are they moving closer.

Where is Sol.

A gaping wound, a hole

In my world-

Where my sun used to be.

A thrum in the heavens.

The song, the breath,

Of the movement i see.

The hunter in the sky,

Is it no longer orion?

cyrusincrisis

I've successfully merged cosmic horror and poetry! It was a struggle, before I settled on this format and then it was much easier

#poetry #poemblr #writing excercise #stars #astronomy #cosmic horror #space

My father had a telescope

To stare and gaze, at the

Blooming lamps hung in the sky.

To lay on his lap-

And feel the beat of his heart

As he was besotted by them

Was simply heaven on earth!

Today is an eclipse.

The sun is so dark-

....so why is it bright out?

The sun, A star-

Which we spun our lives around

Why is it being swallowed?

I see the stars.

But no moon.

The stray stars' fate-

Is to be outshined by suns.

It's light simply no match...

Now it's so bright out here,

So why are these stars still....-

For years they've enamored me.

The lens of my instrument

Gave way to a melody

Lit by these twinkling gems,

As they danced about the earth

In such rhythmic fashion,

So why are they moving closer.

Where is Sol.

A gaping wound, a hole

In my world-

Where my sun used to be.

A thrum in the heavens.

The song, the breath,

Of the movement i see.

The hunter in the sky,

Is it no longer orion?

#poetry #poemblr #writing excercise #cosmic horror #stars #astronomy #space

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moonrat95

𖣠𖡎❦ : THE EYE, THE MIND, THE HEART

[photocard designs i made last year; uncropped under the cut]

#photo #photography #my shayla

Our breaths weaved a song

Known only to our hearts.

As your gaze intertwined with mine-

A sparrow far away gained flight.

Like the willow in the rain

Your hair, wet out of the bath-

In which I poured petals,

Oils, and my scent.

Those eyes, rivaling stars -!

And burning wills,

Would lay on me

And forget to leave

But now

Now, your eyes, what they forget

Is how to look at me.

The death of a swan marks

The loss of its lover

A desperate mate,

Left bereft.

But abandonment-

It surely has no match..

Before I knew my own shape-

I molded myself to match your taste

Just to have a taste of you,

And now the wind looks on

As this monument of our love

Remains with no more shape.

#poem #poemblr #losing a loved one #writing excercise

Some call it religion

Some call it devotion

I call it humiliation.

My lord, my one truth-

Where have you gone?

A world rid of you

Yet a world plagued by you

Is my world, the air-

Which I breathe in.

You, the mountains-

The breath of a sparrow

The spread of a fin.

You, my life-

My ruler and my kin

Now your crown lies at my feet-

Your throne but a nest of thorns.

The flowers I've presented,

My gift to my dear

Trampled in cold blood.

Flies gather now,

Where devotees did.

My lord-

Now you're the world.

The waterfall your tears

Your nails the rocks

The sun and the moon-

Are those starry eyes

The red which bleeds into

the horizon is now ichor

Your hair flowing in the wind

Is but wild grass, Swaying

In tandem to my pulse,

Your relevance a glacier-

So why did it melt...?..

In every leaf and every ore

Your voice has haunt

In my heart, and my soul

Won't you remain?

My lord, my world-.....

Sleep well.

#poem #poemblr #writing excercise #what is left of the priest whose god has left?#god #devotion

#photography #random #nature #tree

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cyrusincrisis

You've left.

Songs I wrote

To your heart as metronome

A cello I played

And you slept by my lullaby

Wake up Wakeup-

The coast of a sea

I filled with blood-

You've carved my heart

Leave me, love me

Your ambitions are so great

Save me, choke me

Do I dream too low?

You remind me of yellow

Not of a sun, A star-

Of a plague. A sickness.

My limbs rot as I-

I play the cello

Your hair I've ripped as string

My songs still made

To the beat of your head on the wall

Kiss me, move me,

Get up- geTUP

a choir of our screams

The cacophony of you

To crave warmth

What do I do

A stick and an ember

Me and you

We match so well,

Just some friction

It's so warm and-

You remind me of yellow

Of the sun and the stars

cyrusincrisis

I used to write songs, and I used your heart as the metronome for the rhythm. I would play cello to make you sleep, and now you aren't waking up. The sea is filled with blood, and obviously it's from my heart, my heart that you carved. My blood fills the sea, you have left me, you used to love me. You have such great ambitions that you dare to love me, that you dare to leave me. I want you to save me, I want you to choke me, and this is a lowly wish in comparison.You remind me of yellow, of a plague, a sickness, think jaundice. My lungs rot as I play a cello, and the strings are your hair I ripped off. As the speaker descends into further madness, so do the rhythm and lines of the poem. I make songs to the beat of your head on the wall. I take your head and I smash it against the wall. I make a song to that rhythm, to that beat, your head thudding on my wall. Kiss me, move me, move me as in make me feel something. Get up, get up. Only if you get up can you kiss me, can you make me feel something, you know? A choir of screams, the cacophony of you.

If you haven't realized by now, the speaker is the one that killed the girl, and it's obvious from the way he says it. He loves her, he's obsessed with her, but he doesn't see a lot of importance, value in her. She's the yellow of a sickness, right? And also, I hinted it at the third line. I sang you lullabies and so you don't wake up. You are not waking up. I sang you lullabies. I killed you and you are not waking up.

Our screams and fights, It's a choir, but the cacophony of you. You alone, it's a cacophony. It's irritating, but both of us together, it's a choir. To crave warmth, what do I do? I asked you to move me, to make me feel sentimental. I want to crave warmth. I'm too cold. I want to crave warmth, but I can't. How do I crave warmth? A stick and an ember, me and you. I am a matchstick. You are an ember. What does a stick, a piece of wood and an ember do? It makes fire. Me and you, we just need a bit of fiction to get the fire going. A matchstick and friction, and now I am warm. It's so warm and you remind me of yellow, yellow of the sun and the stars. The stars and the sun, what do they do? What are they? They are burning balls of gas. They burn. It's on fire. And I am a matchstick and you are the ember and I am so warm right now, you are the yellow of a fire, is what I mean.

#poetry #writing excercise #poem #dark #meaning #it dows have a plot #but im not good at hiding it and revealing it simultaneously

You've left.

Songs I wrote

To your heart as metronome

A cello I played

And you slept by my lullaby

Wake up Wakeup-

The coast of a sea

I filled with blood-

You've carved my heart

Leave me, love me

Your ambitions are so great

Save me, choke me

Do I dream too low?

You remind me of yellow

Not of a sun, A star-

Of a plague. A sickness.

My limbs rot as I-

I play the cello

Your hair I've ripped as string

My songs still made

To the beat of your head on the wall

Kiss me, move me,

Get up- geTUP

a choir of our screams

The cacophony of you

To crave warmth

What do I do

A stick and an ember

Me and you

We match so well,

Just some friction

It's so warm and-

You remind me of yellow

Of the sun and the stars

#poem #poetry #writing excercise #dark

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