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🥺🤧😭 why is everyone here so good at writing—
🥺🤧😭 why is everyone here so good at writing—
cries
Rhys and Visio I love both of your poems <3
Brb everyone- need to eat supper-
Brb everyone- need to eat supper-
I wave Ave, kid.
Rhys and Visio I love both of your poems <3
Thank you, Gabs.
Rhys and Visio I love both of your poems <3
Thank you, Gabs.
<3
sobbing
sobbing
What? Why? I look concerned Did I do something wrong? Can I help?
sobbing
sobs as well
sobbing
What? Why? I look concerned Did I do something wrong? Can I help?
you didn’t do anything I’m just really emotional and I kinda need a hug rn
sobbing
What? Why? I look concerned Did I do something wrong? Can I help?
you didn’t do anything I’m just really emotional
and I kinda need a hug rn
I wrap you in a large, soft blanket and hug you tightly Okay, Amethyst.
sobbing
What? Why? I look concerned Did I do something wrong? Can I help?
you didn’t do anything I’m just really emotional
and I kinda need a hug rnI wrap you in a large, soft blanket and hug you tightly Okay, Amethyst.
snuggles thank u—
sobbing
What? Why? I look concerned Did I do something wrong? Can I help?
you didn’t do anything I’m just really emotional
and I kinda need a hug rnI wrap you in a large, soft blanket and hug you tightly Okay, Amethyst.
snuggles thank u—
I sneak into the hug
umm, well i can offer my services?
by this point idk what to feel anymore. It's all rushing in too quickly…
BIG love and hugs to everyone
me sitting, fidgeting cause, Visio, YOU HAVEN’T SAID ANYTHING about it-
Okay, word for word.
The Warmth of the Darkness
This poem, well, it's full of emotion
–>
Darkness
Swells, and sweeps
Over this land
Filling itEveryone
Expects it to be
Cold, and cruleBut really,
The Darkness
Is welcoming and warmWhispering
Into my ear
The sweet words
Of a long lost languageThough
Death hovers
On his fingertipsReady
To administer
To those who anger himWarm
And welcoming
With great stories to shareThe Darkness
Will be there
In my heart
Forever more
<–Anyways, this is about a friend who brought a lot of nights of me laughing my ass off after long and heard days. He's special to me, and a bunch of other people.
Whether he know it, believes or, or cares to listen, we love him.
Mr. Fluff Ball, this is for you, lots of love, Rhys, the little birdie.
I love it, Rhys.
Okay, word for word.
The Warmth of the Darkness
This poem, well, it's full of emotion
–>
Darkness
Swells, and sweeps
Over this land
Filling itEveryone
Expects it to be
Cold, and cruleBut really,
The Darkness
Is welcoming and warmWhispering
Into my ear
The sweet words
Of a long lost languageThough
Death hovers
On his fingertipsReady
To administer
To those who anger himWarm
And welcoming
With great stories to shareThe Darkness
Will be there
In my heart
Forever more
<–Anyways, this is about a friend who brought a lot of nights of me laughing my ass off after long and heard days. He's special to me, and a bunch of other people.
Whether he know it, believes or, or cares to listen, we love him.
Mr. Fluff Ball, this is for you, lots of love, Rhys, the little birdie.I love it, Rhys.
It took, like, 2 min.
I was on a time crunch.
I mean, I could write a longer one, and post it later—
Lol
(me seriously thinking about submitting this one for the competition as well, but I’m pissed at the people cause I format my poems specifically, and they refused to format my poem Isolation correctly)
Okay, word for word.
The Warmth of the Darkness
This poem, well, it's full of emotion
–>
Darkness
Swells, and sweeps
Over this land
Filling itEveryone
Expects it to be
Cold, and cruleBut really,
The Darkness
Is welcoming and warmWhispering
Into my ear
The sweet words
Of a long lost languageThough
Death hovers
On his fingertipsReady
To administer
To those who anger himWarm
And welcoming
With great stories to shareThe Darkness
Will be there
In my heart
Forever more
<–Anyways, this is about a friend who brought a lot of nights of me laughing my ass off after long and heard days. He's special to me, and a bunch of other people.
Whether he know it, believes or, or cares to listen, we love him.
Mr. Fluff Ball, this is for you, lots of love, Rhys, the little birdie.I love it, Rhys.
It took, like, 2 min.
I was on a time crunch.
I mean, I could write a longer one, and post it later—
Lol
(me seriously thinking about submitting this one for the competition as well, but I’m pissed at the people cause I format my poems specifically, and they refused to format my poem Isolation correctly)
No, it's perfect dear. I promise.
(Do it. Nothing bad can come of it.)
VIS IS BEING A SOFTIEEEEEEE-
VIS IS BEING A SOFTIEEEEEEE-
No. I glare
VIS IS BEING A SOFTIEEEEEEE-
No. I glare
(‘-‘) aggressively hugs stop lyinggg-
VIS IS BEING A SOFTIEEEEEEE-
No. I glare
Yes cuddles
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