Okay, word for word.
The Warmth of the Darkness
This poem, well, it's full of emotion
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Darkness
Swells, and sweeps
Over this land
Filling it
Everyone
Expects it to be
Cold, and crule
But really,
The Darkness
Is welcoming and warm
Whispering
Into my ear
The sweet words
Of a long lost language
Though
Death hovers
On his fingertips
Ready
To administer
To those who anger him
Warm
And welcoming
With great stories to share
The 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.)
. . . I know it’s good, but I mean, a poem writen in 2 min, can’t mean much, can it?
(But they pissed me off. The way I format them is important. Like, Isolation, if you go read it, is formatted that way because. . . Well, it hits differently than just- well, how they put it in the book. I threw the fucking book when I saw my poem.)
. . . I know it’s good, but I mean, a poem writen in 2 min, can’t mean much, can it?
(But they pissed me off. The way I format them is important. Like, Isolation, if you go read it, is formatted that way because. . . Well, it hits differently than just- well, how they put it in the book. I threw the fucking book when I saw my poem.)
It means more to me than I think it ever will to you, and that's fine.
(I'll go check it out.)
. . . I know it’s good, but I mean, a poem writen in 2 min, can’t mean much, can it?
(But they pissed me off. The way I format them is important. Like, Isolation, if you go read it, is formatted that way because. . . Well, it hits differently than just- well, how they put it in the book. I threw the fucking book when I saw my poem.)
It means more to me than I think it ever will to you, and that's fine.
(I'll go check it out.)
It means a lot to me too.
But it could mean more. . . And it could be better. But I’ll leave it alone.
(^^)
faceplants
Hey. What have I said about this?
faceplants
Hey. What have I said about this?
you saw nothing
I pick you up by the collar and dust you off
faceplants
Hey. What have I said about this?
you saw nothing
I pick you up by the collar and dust you off
GHOSTIE FACEPLANTED IN CHAT BROKE HER NOSE THE OTHER DAY RUNS
faceplants
Hey. What have I said about this?
you saw nothing
I pick you up by the collar and dust you off
GHOSTIE FACEPLANTED IN CHAT BROKE HER NOSE THE OTHER DAY RUNS
NOOOOOOOOOO I DIDNT—
I glare and examine your nose And you didn't even set it. I set your nose without warning and nod
eats expred gingerbread houses
eats expred gingerbread houses
Wat
Why eat that when u can eat cheesecake?
🍰🍰🍰
Guys—
You know when you come across a story online and you binge read it in a few hours, come to the last chapter and you’re like- AUGH— I just want the NEXT FUCKING CHAPTER?
Anyways. . .
. . .
You know that feeling when you post something online and it gets so many more likes than the number of people who read it. . ?
I wanna cry. . .
I just checked my stats on Commaful and I have a poem the has, like— SO MANY likes, but only like, 30 ish people read it. . .
Augh-
People are evil-
I glare and examine your nose And you didn't even set it. I set your nose without warning and nod
;-; Vis im fine-
I shake my head
I am tho-
I shake my head more
Vissssssss I promise I’m f i n e
Guys—
You know when you come across a story online and you binge read it in a few hours, come to the last chapter and you’re like- AUGH— I just want the NEXT FUCKING CHAPTER?
Anyways. . .
. . .
You know that feeling when you post something online and it gets so many more likes than the number of people who read it. . ?
I wanna cry. . .
I just checked my stats on Commaful and I have a poem the has, like— SO MANY likes, but only like, 30 ish people read it. . .
Augh-
People are evil-
🔫😌
I just wanna talk to them
Guys—
You know when you come across a story online and you binge read it in a few hours, come to the last chapter and you’re like- AUGH— I just want the NEXT FUCKING CHAPTER?
Anyways. . .
. . .
You know that feeling when you post something online and it gets so many more likes than the number of people who read it. . ?
I wanna cry. . .
I just checked my stats on Commaful and I have a poem the has, like— SO MANY likes, but only like, 30 ish people read it. . .
Augh-
People are evil-
🔫😌
I just wanna talk to them
uhh, idk who read or just his the like button-
Guys—
You know when you come across a story online and you binge read it in a few hours, come to the last chapter and you’re like- AUGH— I just want the NEXT FUCKING CHAPTER?
Anyways. . .
. . .
You know that feeling when you post something online and it gets so many more likes than the number of people who read it. . ?
I wanna cry. . .
I just checked my stats on Commaful and I have a poem the has, like— SO MANY likes, but only like, 30 ish people read it. . .
Augh-
People are evil-
laughs
YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE KAI—
Guys—
You know when you come across a story online and you binge read it in a few hours, come to the last chapter and you’re like- AUGH— I just want the NEXT FUCKING CHAPTER?
Anyways. . .
. . .
You know that feeling when you post something online and it gets so many more likes than the number of people who read it. . ?
I wanna cry. . .
I just checked my stats on Commaful and I have a poem the has, like— SO MANY likes, but only like, 30 ish people read it. . .
Augh-
People are evil-
I started reading a lumity fanfiction and its been over A YEAR sence the last update
