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486 · Sep 2024
The Tale of The High Tides
The Moon was a milky white
So round and so bright.
The Sea was serene tonight,
calmly glimmering in the moonlight.
Higher became the tide
as she found her feelings hard to fight.
The Moon only smiled
a warm, comforted smile.

"My dear," said The Sea,
"How thou gloweth so bright!
Thou art even brighter
than the stars in the sky!
O, what a beautiful sight..."
"Thou sayeth that every night"
The Moon replied
with a delighted sigh.

"But o, how I love
whenever we reunite!
Every word we exchange
is full of delight..."
The Moon remarked
As The Sea replied:
"And 'tis for those things
that makes me come here every night."

The Sun will soon rise,
Ere the tide will be too high;
"I must go," said The Moon.
"My sister shall take o'er the sky."
The Sea almost wept
but she gave her a sigh.
"All right then, my Moon,
I shall see thee next night."
This is for a project in my English class, and I decided to savor it here. Don't mind the Elizabethan English, I just... like it, okay?
299 · 1d
True Solace
My pen is my transport,
My paper, my portal.
The moment they touch,
I end up somewhere else:
The late victorian age with
a story of tragic romance,
a mystical realm
with the most fantastical lore.
Perhaps the roaring twenties,
Or the age of rebirth,
Maybe classical Greece,
Or somewhere else—
It doesn't even have to exist!
I could do whatever
My heart desires
With just paper and a pen,
And some inspiration in mind...
I find true solace when I write.
Just this thing I wrote after finishing ALL my homework
254 · Sep 2024
I Need to Hate Her
I need to move on,
I need to hate her.
But the promise we made
for our love to last forever—
the magic of that promise
worked a bit too well.
My first poem that's posted here <3!!! Yeah, sure, you guys will get A LOT of depressing Sapphic poetry... unless something that I think will never happen, happens.
233 · Sep 2024
Schoolgirl Burnout
Homework, homework,
Pouring out onto me.
There, they all work,
while I hyper-fixate on poetry.

O, peer pressure,
I'm not good enough.
Nothing will give them pleasure,
They think my hard work's only bluff.

Sleep deprivation,
I only rest for four hours.
Not enough motivation,
And no more brain power.

And just like a candle,
I get burnt out.
This is all I could handle,
Do not be in doubt.
Based on my (possibly) ADHD cause I'm so stressed right now :')
226 · 4d
Lily
Her long hair cascades upon
Her face like silv'ry threads.
Her curious eyes wander
At everything she sees.
Her mind on her head,
Her nose buried in books.
I truly never knew what
She always searched for.
You'll never know what I wrote this about until you played.
84 · Dec 2024
Garden of Violets
I want to lay my head
On a woman's warm lap—
To feel her soft lips
Against my chapped own.
The pink and purple sky
Glowing against her hair
In a garden full of violets
I'll wander with her someday...
I know I haven't posted in a while and oh also I dont know if I'll continue my series
65 · Sep 2024
Ashe
I miss when she was there,
O, for me, how she cared!
Her tender brown eyes' stare
And her soft, curly hair.

Time went by in a flash
O, how my feelings were crushed.
'Til today, I still feel like trash.
I wish I never left you, Ashe.
First poem! Depressing, I know, but that's how it is
48 · 16h
Morning
I wake before the sun
So I can watch it rise
While I sip from
The warm mug in my hands.

There is a book on my lap,
But I won't read it yet,
I'll have to wait for
The sun to come up.
This isn't what an actual morning in my life, but I wish it was
35 · 9h
I Forgot Her
I never thought
I would forget her:
Her brown eyes,
Her curly hair,
Her warm hands,
And her voice.

A year of darkness led
To a realization:
I didnt have to hate her,
I just need to accept fate—
That I won't ever have
What we used to have
I need to hate her part 2, because the realization was crazy

— The End —