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Happy pride month
to all the fellow bisexual & demisexual & polyamorous people out there!
I proudly present you my pride flag designs that mash up all these flags into one. Which one do you like best: 1, 2 or 3? Let me know in the tags! Feel free to use them however you like ;-)
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🎶✨️When you get this ask you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positive vibes are cool)🎶✨️
Ah thanks for thinking of me and sending this! Now I just have to find my list with a couple of favourite songs 😉😁 *searches tumblr music*
Ancient Echoes
Ancient forest spirits sing
of a tale, as old as time,
the tale of twigs, that grow apart,
missing its last rhyme
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Their ghostly echoes dripping from
the world around their trees
emerging from this leafless void
in me, that noone sees
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Wanna drown these words with music,
but they're left unsaid,
blasting with it from the speakers,
circling through my head
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Recipient warped, what goes
around will come around
can't find my way through all
these whispers, that won't ever sound.
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Doktor Disko (2021-08-09)
This poem draws inspiration from lines of @lexiklecksi and tells a story, that came to my mind, while reading them. The respective lines (with some adaptations) are given in italic.
I request a piece of your wonderful calligraphy to honour this wonderful meme:
Inventor of cursive: “What if the letters held hands?”
oh this is DEFINITELY gonna end up in an italic, cursive like hand
Askbox is currently closed as I work my way through these older asks
Broken But Gold
WELCOME TO WRITBLR SECRET SANTA Happy Holidays @lexiklecksi
WTW's Santa gave me your name from the expansive Nice List this year, and like a dutiful artist, I got to work suffering a bit along the way. I however found a kindred spirit in your MC Enya Arati (pls put me on the taglist for that wip!) I was also struck by your blog's tagline. Thusly this poem was created (below the cut).
Ich hoffe du hattest einen guten Rutsch und Ich wünsche dir alles Beste für 2022 - Scae Broken But Gold
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“Hijacked”
Can't find my way through the whispers through the maze of voices in my head within the haze of jumbled visions wide-awake in fright and dread Trying to drown my thoughts with music thoughts that whirl inside my soul that unfurl and spread like fire a turmoil that I can’t control
Can't find my way through the whispers through the rain and hail and storm numb to the pain I have become alone and frightened and forlorn
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I hijacked the lines in bold print from this post by @lexiklecksi and added some words.
lexiklecksi a réagi à votre billet “Your Odyssey”
That was a long read but I loved every line of it
Oh thank you ! I’m so glad you enjoyed it Lexi 😉
i keep looking back to different parts of myself-- did i stand a chance? for the worlds that i’ve been to, for the worlds that i’ve not… was there ever a chance to make it back? my decisions, will they alter my life in some way that i can’t see? i wanted to gather my strength to see the person that i’ve become. hollowed, hollowed. i keep looking back… and to this day, i try to see the positive things that i have done. We were just lonely words who had never met, specializing in waiting for things that have already died in your chest. you may have lost your smile in whole poems walking towards a nowhere we never achieve, but night always kisses the pain back. My lips may say I don't love you, but heartbeats can't lie - hush dear, you're reason enough.
