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CATHARSIS:

There’s a relief that comes,
When you realize you cannot care,
And that’s it’s okay and that,
You don’t own anyone your share.

But I’m still reaching that point,
Attempting to live for myself,
Because I’m learning to care for me,
And can’t help you help yourself.

I’m slowly arriving at my station,
The first one on my path,
And will get off soon to explore,
And escape an abusive wrath.

@Tired-but-passionate

O Lord of Time
He pulls the strings
Controlling my every movement
Pulling me and the rest of humanity relentlessly forward
You’re running out of time, he says
Nothing lasts forever
Of course not, I think, and yet here I am
Wishing time didn’t exist
Time creates order, they say
Without it, madness would descend
And the universe as we know it would cease to exist
Sure, I think
But humanity has become obsessed with time
A society of schedules, dates, and agendas
Controlling how we think about the future
Perhaps that is also
A fear of mine;
Running out of time
I want to slow down
While my mind runs a million miles an hour
But Time grabs my shoulders, pushes me onward
Move, move
Make haste, make haste
Time waits for no one
Time doesn’t care
About how tired you feel in the morning
Time doesn’t care
That you stayed up till 11 to finish an assignment
The Lord of Time is indifferent
To humanity’s affairs
He only knows that
Humanity bends to his will
And that is how it will always be

@ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

A Puppet

I am not my own
The strings attached to my arms
My legs they move on their own
I’m screaming
But the strings keep me smiling
Even as I look out now

Blind

I cannot see
The petals blind me as I march on

Minds

I am in a prison of my own making-
Or is it my parents’?
Every movement is lost to me-
Or to the world?
Who knows, but the strings are there
The puppet master-
Or masters?
Are ‘they’ just a machine-
Or a ghost?

Not

What a beautiful girl
But I’m not, I am an ugly man
This dress is weaved from spider’s legs
The strings of their silk
I am paralyzed but still I go on
Pretty girl, won’t you sing us a song?
Ugly man, won’t you play a tune?
No I won’t but still I do

For You

My mind and body are not one
Is it really mine then?
This prison carries on
But I stood lost long ago

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Sunset boy, show me your flames
Let me know how soft they can be
Turn my forest into ruins
And then put me out with your summer rain

Sunshine lover, tell me how it feels
To walk barefoot through the grass
Show me
How it feels to be safe again
To write with pencils
And not be terrified

@darling-velocipede group

inktober #14 - armor

you wear your armor just beneath your stone-flesh
and gnash pearl teeth when you're frightened.
you never stop holding your gun to the spot between my eyes
and when you sleep you do it with fists clenched.
won't you tell me what hurt you, marble boy?
no one bleeds that red unless they carry a bony history

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^^^ I can FEEL THE AESTHETIC VIBES OFF OF THIS!!!

oh my god thank you, i'm actually really proud of that one !!! <3

@darling-velocipede group

BREAKING NEWS
It only takes about 3 years to
make it to Saturn, if we leave
in the next few days and walk
at a quick clip, and with you
that's hardly any time at all.
Our sneakers will look neat
on the intergalactic sidewalks,
comfy quiet punctuated by
the clicking of suitcase wheels,
and if you get hungry we can
scoop from the air a meal of
nebulae and glitter and the
energy of our hands– holding
each other in the quietest way.
(It always works because my
hands are always cold and you
run warm). So pack your bags,
my dear, we don't need any rocket,
we can begin when you're
ready, and count blades of grass
and mushroom tops peaking
up from the cracks in the cement
as we go.