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 11h Rastislav
vik
she dwelt in pith of elder breath,
rusting tongue of loam;
hidden in tulle of former death,
enthroned in nightfall’s home.

the moon bestowed her phantom crown,
the ivy's grasp too deep;
i rose from earth, feathered renown,
in sable wrapped to keep.
 4d Rastislav
vik
she lieth clay, huff fled, withdrawn;
sun sleeps unturned, no lilt, no dawn.

the child stands silent, priests deceive,
she lingers not, the Lord won’t breathe.

they spake of light, of rule, of psalm,
yet death embraced what once was warm.

he looked and found the flesh laid bare;
at last he grasped, God was not there.
 5d Rastislav
mini
i like it rough
i like it hard
i wanna hurt when you're done
i just wanna feel your love

in the form of bruises
in the form of bites
under your navy leather
under your unadulterated control

do you think i can ride a stallion ?
can i ride it now ?
i feel far too empty
why don't you come ...
what has come over me i need to be cool off this oh my

REPOST FROM mollyandsex // minx !!! this one apparently trended ughhh. she didn't get the attention she deserved !

little ponyboy//sugamins
Stand before your mirror.
Look yourself in the eye.
Don’t blink.
Don’t flinch.

Ask the question
you fear the most.

If you dare to listen,
truth won’t lie.
Some truths don’t come from others — they come when you finally stop lying to yourself. This is not an accusation. It’s a mirror.
Листья пожелтевшие кружатся, летят —
Годы поседевшие тихо говорят...
Красная калина — молодость моя —
Тихо улетела в дальние края.

Буйная головушка сыплет серебром...
Сникли очи синие — не горят огнём!
Смолкли песни буйные в поле у реки...
Не держать, как прежде, мне твоей руки.

Лодочка качается, и течёт река —
Жизнь — как конь пришпоренный, сбросит седока.
Звёзды с неба падают в чёрный окоём.
Песню величальную тихо запоём.

Славить буду Высшего — Жизнь благодарить.
С чувством светлой радости нужно всех простить.
Лодочка качается — пристань впереди.
Жаль, не дотянуться мне до твоей руки.
the moon has died in a poem
overused and forlorn
its avatar is rising
in blazig pixels and scorn

we are at this threshold
one foot in the moon
the subtelty of dying will be
presented on Zoom

Godot isn't coming but
I am waiting too
Left with what
You have
Far behind thee rest
Primeval locations
Stolen moments
Harder to
Fine what’s right
When it’s looking you
Right in thee face
Carnivals lost cites
Chaos to follow
A million shattered dreams
Rolled into one
Heads in thee clouds
Hearts on a table
The colors
Of life have varied
In and out of consciousness
Searching repeatedly
For a warmth that
Could never outrun me
And outlast all eternity
Contagious flesh
I’m far from prefect
Sins a plenty
I’ve had my fair share
They may be forgiven
Yet I’m always second guessing
Following him
There’s a heavy price to pay
But it’s well worth it
Fruit for thee soul
A reckoning
Words in a book guide
Me now
Like flying kites on a sunny day
That feeling never gets old
SHARE YOUR FAITH
When you give God thanks for what He's done, especially in the middle of chaos, it's not just gratitude
—it's a declaration of faith.
NOTHING COULD BE TRUER!!! 🙏
I'm always the one
listening intently
Keeping eye contact
Listening tensely
Everyone else stopped
Your eyes wonder to me
A smile
I'm still listening gently
I like to be the one
Listening patiently
Making sure you're not left out
Because I know when I speak
I'm forgotten about
I'm here, and I'm listening
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