#this rhymes

A space themed rhyme/poem dedicated to astro blogs (also tarot or any other type) who deal with mean anons

THIS REFERS TO BAD ANONS NOT GOOD ONES

Some people will kick you down

Some people will call you names

And the moment you fail to not listen is the moment you take blame

You are not the one at fault, there is nothing wrong with you

Remember what was said and what was not at all true

"Anons will break you down but never let them steal your crown, you deserve so much more so don't let them hit your core" the moon tells the earth in the late afternoon

You are a rose

A rose with thorns

The boundaries we're set

The moment you were born

You sit on the earth, it's gravity pulls you down to protect you from others. This is what keeps you bound on the thick solid ground

And yet you wonder why you can't open up, but then the sun reminds to "please lighten up"

Not even the earth trusts which is why it's layered with it's thick soily crust

"You are loved. You are cared for. Those anons didn't help you, that is what you're layered for" the moon calmly claimes, amongst the stars and even the stains of the craters the moon holds, which has made her what she is, bright and bold

As a rose, you shine with all your might

Your confidence has risen, you suck in all the light, not letting the anons get to you, not even letting them bite

And as a rose you flourish

For another quiet night

- Joy

I saw a few posts about @vicxy dealing with these negative anons, so this is what made me make this. Because I realize how many people really deal with this and I wanted to commemorate this to them

I made this space themed, as I'm truly an astroblog I do tarot as well however since I started with delving into astrology, it has a cherished place in my heart

Have a beautiful day and let the rain lead the way

To which another rainbow, comes happiness here to stay 🌈

That is not dead which can eternal lie.

And with strange aeons even death may die.

In his sunken city the Great One dreamed: of the boy He gave shape, of the flesh His will flood, of His wrath given blood.

Twice the son would be born, in fire and horror he would die.

To return from the waters of R'Lyeh and bleed even the sky.

Pain, betrayal and hate: stained by the Mark of Cain. Three fathers would model his being, three fathers would make him live.

Free and wild and beyond morals he lies,

the son of Cthulhu comes and Hell will rise.

(Had to shut my brain up someway, so I wrote this thing with the plot of Jason Todd being the son of the God Cthulhu in mind. I tried 😅).