#midnighthourasks

Week One: “Single & open to making friends" (Translation: The bait goes out, polished and desperate.)

Week Two: “Not looking anymore — someone special came along." (Translation: Target acquired. Love bomb deployed. Pursuit in action. Trial run in progress. It's top secret classified.)

Week Three: “Engaged to my everything/pet/doll/babygirl💍” (Translation: If you so much as think about me —you're disrespecting my fiancée, an instant soulmate born fully-formed, so consider yourself blocked. The pedestal is shaky, reality denied, but performance is loud. Don’t ask questions, you were never in the script — watch your throat, this is not a drill, and GTFO.)

Week Four: “Just got out of something toxic. Healing. Single again 💔 (Translation: I need to access emotionally unstable available hearts. Preferably new and broken ones. I'm back on the hunt).

The cycle resets. No lessons learned. New applicants welcome.

-written by the thatoneundeadanon

I appreciate that very much, and if she/he (for all I know idk) really is I hope they eat shit and die. IF they aren’t and this is just a poor excuse to get me mad at someone? Then I’m not gonna feed into it.

But regardless I already know how well my work is even if I do feel like it’s not the best. If someone is stealing it, then it MUST be good. Ig? 🤷‍♀️

(I'll be okay, but you can have my first major poetry thingy in a while Ms. Midnight) Maybe in a mood, but I promise I'll be okay.

Any poetry I recently read, especially on "yanblr", does not hold a candle to yours. And it hits me bad when I "detect" cheap imitations of your words by other lady writers. Haha, I don't discriminate against men so no worries. They all pale in comparison to your poems. Yours are fucking real and raw. Can't say the same about others'. It drives me insane to watch female writers try; feels like desperate plagiarism of my favorite poet, you. And it does not matter that you write about everything, not just obsession. It's never good enough unless it's yours. I am selective, and you've got a fan for life! Haha, just reminded myself that Chucky said he was a "friend for life". Well not like that! I am much nicer :) I told you before, I think, you remind me of a poet I admire, Louise Glück (Finally a female Taurus for a change!) LOL. I know you like her too! We can share her! I like many of her poems and I sure wish I knew more of them.

Sorry if I will be away for a while - I have been dealing with the most annoying stress headaches and sinusitis! I need some time off from my screen. My plan is to read a few books. I am so picky about books too. If I feel like I need to force myself to read it, I drop it. Plot must be plausible but still riveting. Characters must have depth. If they are happy go lucky people, I will not even bother looking at the cover. I'm trying my bestest to be more practical about everyday life.

Best wishes always,

-LA

Oh wow I wonder who that could be lolololol.

Well LA.

I’m gonna be real honest as I have no idea what you’re talking about in regards to a P or D? And please do t use my blog to continue to spread negativity about Bear. Whatever he does with his life is his own choices smh. And I seriously don’t get the conversation that you had, but from the last time I spoke to him he was genuinely happy and that’s all I ever wanted for him was to be happy anon. And idk who he claimed to not stand, but I don’t judge his choices in life so the fact that he is speaking of me to others bothers me a bit. Given his mental status love does come difficult for him but it’s not lost to him, it is obtainable. Even if difficult. Don’t call his woman a whore, I can’t speak on anything I know nothing about and you should heed that same advice.

My newest poem I want to clarify(although it’s embarrassing that I even have to ) has nothing to do with anyone that has hurt me friend or lover. It’s a warning at someone that I believe to be attempting to scare me.

It was never real, not really, ethereal, slipping by, never a look, never a glance as time passes by. Not a chapter uncovered, but a chapter never told. New beginnings fate called stinging.

Heaven is hell and hope is ringing committing itself to memory and a past soft spoken by, never quiet, but also not shy. Sometimes a cruel prophet and a forbidden taste, a hand held high, as I fall asleep and she takes her place.

Not amongst the stars, no. Not friend, not foe. Falling asleep? Some stories best left incomplete until the time they told can be stolen from the stars and wished into a midnight summer's dream.

Casual poetry seemingly complete.

I don’t k ow who this is from but holy shit.

What makes you feel like your feelings were never real?

I feel like you loved someone real bad, or the idea of them ( which honestly isn’t always good because ideas are just that, ideas , not fact.)

But you must first find what is the truth in not just your heart, but theirs.