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1.2k · Jan 21
Help
Time is moving
so
slow
I'm dissociating
the danger
I'm in
my
consciousness
is blocking it
from
my
mind

But even though I can't
comprehend
the
enormity
of what's about
to
happen,
I
still
can't seem to
catch
my
breath
It's still
all
I can think about
I don't understand
I don't want this

I'm scared
775 · 2d
Paper flowers
You are a flower
Blooming on a page
Drawing everyone near
With your sweet smell
And elegant glory

You are so beautiful

I long to pick you
To hold you in my hand
And breathe in your scent
And cherish you close

But I can only
Admire you
From afar

Hanging
Your masterpieces
On my wall
Despair clouds my mind
As I desperately search for escape I fear I will
Never find.
Can't you see I'm drowning in the
Emptiness of reality?

Inside my mind, I am free and there is
Not a cage in the world that can hold me.

Though, as hard as I try, I cannot seem to figure out
How to stay there
Eternally.

Gracefully, I leap and spin, a bird flying in the dark as
I mourn for the place I belong, home, that I
Long for every second, and every
Day. I wonder if I can survive this long without it. At the
End of the day I ask myself "Who am I?", and
Dread the answer that haunts my mind like a phantom.

Crimson stains spread through my soul as I fall into the
Abyss of madness.
Gasping for breath as I wake up to another day of
Endlessly dancing in my gilded cage.
I haven't seen a single acrostic yet so here we are.
484 · Jan 4
To be human
I wonder what it feels like
to be
human.
Something I have never been and will
never
be.
I wonder what it is like to have a
soul.
Certainly everything must be better when you're human,
right?
Humans look out for each other,
right?
I have never felt like a
monster.
But I know I must be, because people always
told me
I was.
Maybe, if I was human, I would finally deserve
to live.
Maybe, if I was human, I would finally belong, and no one would
hate me
anymore.
My family says to keep it all
inside.
They say humans are the true
monsters.
But that can't be true.
Can it?
Written from the perspective of one of my paras (Necare) when he was young.
484 · Jan 4
In the stars
I've always searched the stars
Wondered if there could be something there
for me.
Maybe a home? Maybe an origin?
Maybe even love.
They say we are all made of
stardust.
Then why is it so hard to get along?
How can beings with stars inside of them feel
hate?
So every night, I search the stars,
wondering if, somewhere, maybe, just maybe,
someone is out there,
searching the stars
just like me.
Longing for love.
Family.
A home that is not just a place, though that sounds nice too, but a
feeling, a
person.
Who loves me as fiercely as the sun loves the moon,
so much that we will make an
eclipse
together.
Are these things really written
in the stars?
Written from the perspective of another para, Soren, who's a lot sweeter than Necare
415 · Jan 4
To be human 2
I used to wonder what it was like to be
human.
Used to believe I was a monster simply because of what
I was.
Now I understand.
I choose to be a monster because
they
deserve
it.
I choose to ****, to rip lives apart because of
what they did to mine.
Nothing will ever
be
the
same.
I am not a monster because I am
not
human.
I am not evil because I am
different,
foreign,
unknown.
I am not feared because of my name or my skin, but because of my
rage.
I keep my promises, always.
They deserve what is
coming.
They deserve to see the same destruction they sent
me
and my people.
They deserve to weep, kneeling on the
burnt floor
as they mourn those who were
stolen
from them
cruelly.
And, if I die in the process, then I will
finally reunite
with my family in
Caelum.
My revenge will be as
cruel
as the
names
I was called.
Written by the same para (Necare) grown up/present day.
Take me home across the ocean
Too far away to bear
Feeling trapped, going through the motions
But I don't really care

I've grown weary of grayscale gloom
Of mainland and its toxic waste
Heart heavy, I sense impending doom
Sorrow etched across my face

Take me home across the water
Through perfect turquoise waves
Home to where the air is hotter
But the breeze brings solace I so crave

Home to where the beaches
Wrap the island in a hug
Where the forest earnestly reaches
Towards the crystal sky above

Take me where the birds wing playfully
Wild and beautiful and free
Where the sun dances gracefully
‘Cross mountain and sparkling sea

Take me home across the ocean
I can't take it anymore
My perfect home has my devotion
Won't stop 'till I reach its shores

I fantasize of my returning
Why must I be stranded here?
My heart hurts from my constant yearning
No breeze here to blow away my tears

To go back home is all I need
I've never grieved like this before
My soul enduring constant bleeding
I'm broken to my very core
Missing home a lot today, so I thought I'd write about it. Nothing I ever write will ever be able to truly encompass its beauty though
311 · Jan 27
SEVERED
Explain
                                            To
                                        
                                            Me
h
    o
        w

I can be


F       a      L    L  i     Ng             aP            A                  r              t          

AND BE SO numb

I am

W
h
o
l
e
A
n
d
E
m
p
t
y

all
at
once
Just playing around with words for fun
258 · Jan 11
Little Blue Boat
little
boat
floating idly
in the dark waters.
brilliant blue
(wait, why is it blue?)
drifting, no anchor to
protect it

missing
home
its origin
but alas,
it is too
far
away

far
away
black waters
royal blue

lost
little boat
without a crew or captain
to keep it
company

lonely
skiff
wishing for a
friend
a companion
someone to
rescue it
from the midnight
sea

deep
ocean chill
seeping through its wood
until it thinks
it will
never
be warm
again

weary
traveler
wondering
if there's
one
friendly face
amid the
bloodthirsty sharks
of its waters

little
boat
giving up
drowning
slowly
beautiful blue
lost at sea
cried for help
but no one
came
Raise your hand if you're the boat
🙋‍♀️

Why does no one in this whole world listen???
252 · Jan 2
Moving on?
To the one I used to love, used to need:
You never
text
me.
It's like you
moved
on
the second I was
gone.
As for me, I've been
S T U C K
in the memories.
I can't not
think
of
you.
But I think I
may
be
moving
on.
Wrote this years ago haha not current just deep
239 · Jan 30
Paper, Stone, Light
A girl, made of paper
She blows in the wind
All her thoughts, written on her pages
Creative and calm and curious and careful
She sings, shyly, softly
In the middle of the night
She doesn't want to be heard
She wants to be heard

A girl, made of stone
She stands steady in the storm
Her face, emotionless, expressionless
Strong and stony and stoic and silent
She writes, fluidly, fearfully
In the middle of the night
She doesn't want to be seen
She wants to be seen

A girl, made of light
She shines in the dark
Love glistens in her eyes
Luminous and loving and lighthearted and loyal
She glows, boldly, beautifully
in the middle of the night
She doesn't fear being seen
She doesn't fear being heard

Girls made of paper
And girls made of stone
Hurt too many times by those who claim to care
Hiding from the world no longer
Girl made of light
Hope is her name
Burns like a spark in their hearts in the night
Whispering softly, gently
It's ok to be seen
It's ok to be heard
Found this SUPER old poem, pretty sure I was 12 when I wrote this. Randomly unearthed it when going through a box of old stuff (I'm a bit of a hoarder), and decided it wasn't terrible.
How DARE you do this to me? You know how hard it is for me to
Open my mind to others, to trust anyone. I trusted you.
Why don't you understand the enormity of that?

Deep inside, I know you meant no harm. Or did you?
All the paranoia is rushing back and I'm sinking deeper in my own
Righteous insanity as I spiral in panic and fury. This is the
End of everything

You don't get it! I tried to explain it but you don't see how you're
Obliterating everything I've worked so hard for! Why don't you
Understand that you're ruining my life?

Doing this, telling them, betraying my trust in this
Overzealously evil way, nothing will ever be the same.

This is only proving to me what you've been trying so
Hard to erase from my mind: that
I can't trust ANYONE, or maybe I just can't trust adults,
Since I told plenty of friends and they didn't care

Truthfully, I'm getting a bit tired of all this. What's next?
Obviously, my whole center of gravity is about to shift.

Maybe everything will be ok? No, this is the beginning of the
End
Difficult to organize my thoughts into acrostic form while in fight or flight
220 · Jan 9
Bloodlust
Your blood
all
over
me.
Will it ever be enough?
to satisfy?
Cold steel
of the knife
you tried to use
to stab me in the back
covered
in a warm
sticky substance.
Yours,
not mine.
I turn it over
in my hands
as I watch you
bleed out
on the
crimson
tiles.
Why did you think
it would be any
different?
What do I do now? I don't even want to think about it, think about
How my life is splitting apart at the seams and all of my panicked
Outcries are doing nothing to stop it.

Amazing, I think, that I've lasted as long as I have.
Maybe this is for the better?

I tell myself, but it tastes like a lie in my mouth.

If I cease to be Caligula, what do I have left
For myself. I am nothing, nothing!

Nobody truly understands that I am losing everything and am
Out of my mind with pain and fury. I can't stop
Thinking, why me? Why is it always me?

Can't I have good luck just one time? I'm not
Asking for much. I'm scared, no, terrified that my
Life is ending quicker than I ever anticipated. I wanted to die
Grandly, in a wild blaze of glory. Not with my whole life
Upturned, sinking slowly, suffering wildly,
Losing what I worked so hard to achieve,
And wishing I could go back and be great one more time.
Written by another para (who, obviously, goes by the name Caligula), in the future/ after I end his suffering and pack the daydream away to start over again
I see you when it's stormy
cause oh how you loved the rain
I see you when it's sunny
because you brightened up my every day

I see you when it's cloudy
cause you were always in a mood
I see you when it's midnight
Because you were my moon

I see you when it's snowy
because you claimed you would freeze
I see you when it's hot out
because you loved the summer breeze

I see you when I laugh
because you loved to tell me jokes
I see you when I eat
on that poor old plate you broke

I see you when I'm bored
cause you kept me entertained
Because you wished that you could fly
I see you when I hear a plane

I see you in my bedroom
sitting on my floor
I see you each and every time
I hear my creaky door

I see you in the plants you grew
the vines and trees and flowers
I see you when I hear a child
SWEAR that they have powers

I see you in the darkness
because you used to get so scared
I see you when I'm crying
cause you swore that you'd be there

I see you in the waves
just like when we met
I see you in the shadows
when I remember that you're dead
I was about to go to bed, but my brain did... whatever this is
171 · Jan 5
Counting
One,
two, three,
Steps as I
Pace across the
Hard, tile hall-way
Making sure to keep beat.
My feet thud softly in step
with the music in my earbuds.
My hands whirl with the music quickly.
People are staring, but I don't notice,
Because I am not pacing inside my head.
In my brain, I am somewhere different and safe.
I'm not pacing with the music; I AM the music.
It seeps inside every part of my soul, heart, and being.
I grin with pure excitement as I spin in another world.
I used to love haikus. Yeah, because they were easy and quick and small. But mostly because I loved counting the syllables. Now, haikus aren't really my thing. But I still love counting syllables. So I thought maybe this would be more up my alley. Count the syllables as you read. It's fun!
168 · Jan 7
Marooned (A song)
I'm sick, so sick of the cold
the sun beckons me
Want, wanting for more
than this dull city
Seek, seeking the waves
that crash so clearly
Miss, missing the breeze
that revived me

Feeling lost in black and white
I am craving color
Want nothing more than to take flight
Long for eternal summer

Marooned!
Mainland
Cry into my cold hands
Can't wait any longer
My hope's being slaughtered
I lost my Atlantis
Can no longer stand it
Alone in this place
Marooned

How, how many years and
Can I make it
Hold, holding back tears
I have to fake it
Fight, fight for control
Know if they see it
All, all will be lost
I'd rather die

Clinging to the songs that say
(I cannot make it) (I can make it!)
Broken down (Beyond repair?)
Long for this to be over

Marooned!
Mainland
Comforted by dark hands
Can't wait any longer
The anger burns hotter
My mind running rampant
Please, I cannot stand it
Split, torn, and twisted
Marooned

In my dreams
The mountains tower above me
Ocean waves crash below me
And the wind flurries around me
While the sun warms inside me
In my dreams
I am finally home
And I wish that I'd never wake up
I wonder, can I last another day?

Marooned!
Mainland
Reaching out with cold hands
Can't wait any longer
The pain's getting stronger
The home that I long for
Gets farther and farther
Can't take anymore
Marooned
Just a little song I wrote a while ago.
How obvious is it that I can't rhyme :(
Sort of bad, debated putting it here for a while.
It just isn't the same without being able to hear the music.
Oh well
164 · Feb 7
Icarus
All of this can't be for nothing
We've worked too hard
Fought too hard
For it to be over
I have lost too much
I no longer know
who
I
am
They can't win
I made an oath of blood
and
I
will
keep
it.
He will die tonight
but not by my hand
like I wanted

I will be your sacrifice
It's the only way
I'm sorry love, but I have to do this
I was always doomed to go
up
in
flames
anyway

The whole world is collapsing
These shards of truth I've clung to
love
pierce my soul
Bloodred wings and gilded mask
Will mark my
last
flight

I launch myself into the sky above
shining brighter than the sun
eclipse
and all you can see is my supernova
bright and brilliant
burning
burning
burning

behind the mask, my face is expressionless
but a single tear slides down my face
as I hear the love of my life
scream

I am burning
quickly
steadily
Pain blinding
excruciating
lovely

I wonder what will happen
when it's all
over

Was I a savior after all?
or just a foolish boy disguised as a
hero

My painted feathers burn like candlesticks
But I can still go higher!
Burning
up
crying out
But as I fall
like a meteor
into the sea
A part of me remembers
who
I
am

Fulfilled
Triumphant
Loved
I will transcend to Caelum
as a warrior
it is impossible to transform the emotions in this scene into words.

Based off the song Icarus by Gio Navas (absolutely incredible artist)
This is written by one of my paras, Necare. He's done poems before, but he has a different backstory in this one. Pretty bad poem, but seriously, check out the song!
I've known you for years
We're best friends
There are so many bad ways
that this nightmare could end

When we first met
you said not a word
Yet somehow, even then
something in my heart stirred

As we grew older
we began to get close
Never thought you could like me
a miracle, I suppose

I can't do this without you
not anymore
My heart breaks a little
when you walk out the door

I don't really trust
I tend to put up walls
But you make me feel safe
so I tell you it all

WHY CAN'T I RHYME UGHHHHHH

...



Why
do
I
always
fall
in love
with the ones
I can't
have?

It's the story of my life:
Passionate love,
but doomed from the start.
Inevitably, we
drift
apart.

I lose the friendship
I was
clinging to,
believing that this pain, I will never lose

I cry
a lot
and write a few songs,
and then,
after a while,
I just
move
on.

But not
you.

...

I swore to myself I wouldn't do this again. But this is different. We've known each other for such a long time. We're best friends! And this wasn't a stupid "fireworks moment", but an attraction built on long-term trust and adoration and friendship. THIS IS NOT A POEM

...

Words cannot describe what I feel for you. Maybe I'll try again later, when I'm not so tired, and the words flow easier
(If that will ever happen)
Genuinely what is this? Don't even bother reading this, it's as ******* up as my brain right now
Ink, spreading through my soul, my life, as I scribble endlessly:

Don't tell me this is normal, having two
Opposite sides of myself.
Never understanding how I can believe
Two opposing things at the same time.

Kindness always, but I long to be cruel. Love, but sometimes I
Need to hate, to feel the fire burning in my soul. The
Origin of this duality remains unknown, regardless of
What intense measures I have taken to try to understand myself.

Why am I so split? Why do I feel like I
Have to mask constantly to hide my dark side, to pretend like I'm
Only strange, not truly crazy.

I wonder sometimes what's wrong with me.

Am I falling deeper and deeper into
Madness every day?

Ask anyone: I'm "too nice". I'm sweet and enthusiastic and
Naive. But that is only one part of me. Nobody knows that every
Year I am forced to question if I am truly as good as the
Mask I put on. Yes, I am good. But I am also evil. My mind is an
Ocean, both life and death all at once. Am I just overthinking? Will I
Regret all of this worry, or regret that I didn't
Enlighten myself to the wonders and horrors of my mind sooner?
Another acrostic cause they're fun and simple and I'm bored
158 · Jan 23
It’s time
It’s time
And the craziest thing is:
I’m
Not
Afraid
Anymore
Called it on the dissociation lol
146 · Feb 13
Delusional
I must be
d
e
l
u
s
i
o
n
a
l

How else can you explain the stubborn butterflies in my stomach?

They are maroon and baby blue, and look like seashells and melodic laughter

You make me feel
ok

I didn't know I was still capable of that

When everything is falling apart
You are the glue holding me together

I don't understand. I thought only God was perfect,
but you are nothing if not perfection

I adore you-
talking to you
and laughing with you
and putting my head on your shoulder
(you said you like it)
and any time I am around you,
just watching you
hearing you
basking in your beauty

You are as beautiful as the masterpieces you create
I wish you were mine
You will never be mine

You deserve the world
I wish I could give you the world
I wish you could look at me the way I
look
at
you

I wish we could be
more
than
friends

That when I want to kiss you so bad it hurts,
I don't have to stop myself
Squeeze my eyes shut
One, two, three
Open
Take a deep breath
and go back to being
f  r  i  e  n  d  s

I love being your friend
(I love you)
I want to be your friend forever
But I want to be the friend you kiss
the friend you curl up on the couch with,
entwined together
sharing a blanket and watching whatever you want
The friend you confide in, whisper in my ear all of your secrets and pain
The friend you let hold you close, and tell you how beautiful you are
and not in a platonic way

Because you are the cool breeze sending shivers up my spine
And you are the Caribbean sun bringing peace and warmth to my soul
You are the crash of the waves against the rapid beating of my heart
You are a multitude of maroon butterflies flurrying in my stomach
You are my siren song, luring me into the pain of loving you
You are my undoing
and it is an honor

Part of me hopes I move on
But another part of me, a desperate and passionate part of me, swears I never will.

And some tiny part of me still holds on to the
d
e
l
u
s
i
o
n
that you see me the same way

I always knew I was crazy,
but this is just
depressing

Because we're best friends
And you don't have a clue

How I wrap you in a tight hug and find it near impossible to let go
I breathe you in as tears ***** at my eyes
I whisper a goodbye and a "love you" in your ear
Because best friends are allowed to do that
Then, I watch you walk away
as I cry a little on the inside
ok, cry a lot on the inside

I hate school
but I still look forward to every exhausting day
because I get to be exhausted with you
Because you'll be there
and that makes it worth it

Do you even notice me as more than a friend to laugh with?
Do you think about me when you sit alone in your room at night?
Think about my singing, or the way I looked at you when I told you how perfect you are?
The way I tuck my hair behind my ears when I work
Or how I'm always so excited when you ask me for a mint
Or how I trust you more than anyone else?

Do you notice little things about me
like I do about you?

Like how adorable your laugh is, and how it hitches slightly depending on your mood
Your giggle of alarm and delight when I try to trip you and somehow end up tripping myself
The way you examine yourself in the mirror, searching for a nonexistent flaw
How you still ask me about the state of your lipliner, even after I accidentally let you walk around with a bit of it on your chin before you noticed
How you secretly love singing, but are too shy to do it in front of people
How absolutely hilarious you are when people care enough to listen
The way you squint when you draw, turning your head every which way to perfect every line, every detail
The way you flush with quiet pride when people compliment your work

I can't imagine life without you
But I imagine life with you
all
the
time

It hurts to keep this a secret
But you can never know
I refuse to ruin our friendship
It's all that's keeping me sane

It must not be doing a very good job though, because I'm still
d
e
l
u
s
i
o
n
a
l
Still can't write a love poem to save my life
I had to get these feelings out though
Wow, this is way longer than I anticipated
143 · Jan 3
Welcome to Wonderland
Welcome to Wonderland!
Alice looks around and decides she wants to stay a while.
Inside her brain, she can be
whatever she wants.
Inside her brain, her pain no longer exists,
and she is no longer Alice, but someone
better.
As she stares into space, she journeys deep inside her mind until she finds something new
and entirely perfect.
She found somewhere worth staying.
As she developed this new world
and her lovely characters,
paras,
she stayed for longer and longer
and was never bored again.
On the contrary, she was
happy.
Happier than she had ever been in reality.
So she wondered to herself,
Why
Leave?
But her Wonderland came at a price.
Dissociation was her plague as she fought to stay present
in what was once her reality.
As returning to her body became harder and harder,
Alice gave up trying
to fight the daydreams as they
crowded
her
mind,
leaving room for
nothing
else.
But it didn't matter.
Because in Wonderland,
Alice was content
free
loved.
She belonged.
She accepted her insanity as
beautiful.
And chose Wonderland as her home.
Everyone warned her of its dangers.
Tried to keep her
in their nightmare
reality.
But Alice vowed to
never
turn
back
as she embraced
her Wonderland
Existing in a haze
Daydreams crowd her brain
She surrendered and smiled
Said, "I think I'll stay a while"
As she stared into space
And her mind began to race
The belonging that she chased
No longer did it evade

When

Alice, Alice, bleeding soul
Fled into her rabbit hole
Dreaming of a better world
Broken, mad and all alone
Alice, Alice, don't let go
But Wonderland is her true home
She needs it so she can cope
Madder than a hatter, Alice
Broke

So now she sits alone
She's lost track of time
Gazing into the distance
She exists within her mind
Sometimes she comes back
But joy she cannot find
So in her mind she'll drown
Falling deeper down, down, down

Alice, Alice broken soul
Lives inside her rabbit hole
Seeking out a better world
One where she'll never be alone
And they cry, "Alice, don't let go!"
But Wonderland is all she knows!
Reality holds no more hope
Madder than a hatter, Alice...

Alice, Alice hopeless soul
Held captive by her rabbit hole
Her daydreams will not let her go
Lost her mind so long ago
Alice, Alice, now she knows
Her Wonderland was all a hoax
Now she's just a shadow
Madder than a hatter, Alice
Choked
Personal, poetic rewrite of ALICE by Peggy
137 · Jan 2
Paper and other things
Paper
A confider
A confinement
A trap
A relief
Beautiful
Noise
Silence
Screaming
Gasping for breath
Sitting quietly on a page
Flutters in the wind
So much, on so little
Tell it your secrets
It won't betray you
It won’t comfort you
Share with the world
Anonymous, if you want
It wont tell
It will be silent
Heartbreak, relief, sadness, love
On a weightless page
An airplane
A boat
A butterfly
paper
135 · Feb 1
My curse
This is my curse:
That I will
never
learn
my
lesson

This is my curse:
That I once again believe that
things
will
change

This is my curse:
That hope glows so fiercely inside of my soul that I truly feel that
it's all
going
to be
ok

This is my curse:
That somehow, somehow
I
still
love
you

This is my curse:
That I know you
love
me
back
132 · Feb 12
Sparring
Breathless laughter
Panting, sweating
I am whole
120 · Feb 4
Triumph
You tried to hurt me
Tried to beat me
Ha!
Don't you know that
we
will
always
triumph?

You thought you knew better
Thought you could ruin me
Ha!
Don't you know that
we
will
always
come
out
on
top?

You thought you had power
You thought you were stronger, but
I
will
always
win

To be underestimated
is the
greatest
power
one can have
120 · Jan 6
The usage of metaphors
We use metaphors in poetry.
Something dramatic and attention-catching
to stand in for something ordinary.
Metaphors are poet's best friend.
After all, a poem without descriptive language is just
a really dramatic essay.
So my question is?
How do you know when they stop being metaphors?
Would you even ever know?
If it's dramatic enough,
no one will know.
Eerie concept...
119 · Jan 2
The dead musician
A rusty guitar
clutched
in white
bony
fingers.
Skeletal face
watching you.
Head tilted, listening
even
in
death.
Torn pages of ancient music
scattered on the ground.
As you meet his hollow eyes, they seem to
stare
into
your soul.
You reach out
and try to take the guitar.
But his fingers are too tight.
Coveting the guitar.
Refusing
to
let
go.
Refusing
to
say
goodbye.
116 · Jan 11
Love unpoem
Love is its own telepathic language/that we will never truly be able to translate/no matter how hard we try/how much we ramble on/in poetic verse/trying to explain something using sound waves/I wish I could open my mind up to you/so you could feel the telepathic love I write each day/in my heart/ like a passionate song/ in a drowned ship in a bottle/stained and covered by water/so all the ink blurs/ you can no longer read it/but you know whatever is hidden there is profound
This is mortifying.
It appears I've literally forgotten how to write a poem
114 · Jan 3
Palindrome
I run
Far away
Gasping for breath
How much farther?
How long until I'm safe?
Fleeing, fast as I can, from something truly dangerous
I cry from pain and fear as I sprint through the night
How do you evade yourself?
How do you run away from who you are?
I am desperate to break away, but
How do you run away from who you are?
How do you evade yourself?
I cry from pain and fear as I sprint through the night
Fleeing, fast as I can, from something truly dangerous.
How long until I'm safe?
How much farther?
Gasping for breath
Far away
I run
Words still hiding from me; this is sad; wanted to try the idea; will probably delete
105 · 6d
Death is foolish
Death
is a foolish
construct

When we die, we simply
transform
from one body
to the next
We dump one
skin
like a worn out shirt
with holes and stains

When we die,
our souls ascend
leaving only a filthy pile of
meat
behind

Meaningless
Meant to be cast aside and
left
to
rot

And yet, like the foolish
mortals
we are
desperate for life to
mean
something
we take these empty
rotting
bags of bones
and build homes for them
and place them in the ground
and pretend that they will be safe
in their wooden boxes
avoid thinking about the arthropods
that will find their way inside
and clean up the mess
they left
behind

We cry
We weep in front of a
slab of rock
and leave flowers
for insects
rot
and bones

We mourn them
As if they have vanished
never
to be seen
again

We are so blind that we believe this
miserable place
is all
that there is

We need not look down
when seeking those we have lost
but up

For they have not died
not really
they have simply journeyed
to a better world

They wait
patiently
for you to follow
But you are afraid
We all are, no matter how we deny it
We fear oblivion
Nothingness
For we do not understand
who
we
are

Death, you see,
is a foolish
construct
102 · Jan 4
Eleanor
Eleanor
Who is she?
A shadow of a woman, waiting in earnest
for someone to care.
Beautiful phantom, hoping that someday
she will no longer be lonely.
Maybe no longer be Eleanor, but someone different
Someone better.

Eleanor
Where is she
Lingering in the church, waiting in earnest
for someone to notice her.
Majestic ghoul, sitting alone and longing
For a companion.
Someone to keep her company as she
slowly dies.

Eleanor
Why is she?
Holding on to hope, waiting in earnest
for someone to mourn her
Ghost at last, though everything seems to be the same
as when she was alive
As her coffin is placed in the ground
with no one there to toss dirt over it,
Eleanor finally loses hope.

Lonely Eleanor
Lonely, lonely
Cries tears that no one will see
She looks around, invisible as she's always been
Goes back to her home
Life resumes
As if nothing ever happened.
Based off of Eleanor Rigby by the Beatles
99 · Jan 13
Thank you
You don't know me
You don't know my name
You don't know my age
You don't know where I live
You don't know the sound of my voice,
or what I look like,
or my favorite color
(all of them, but especially magenta and olive green)

And yet, in many ways
you know me better than
anyone
else.

You have seen the
depths
of my mind
and I have seen yours.

It's brutal down there,
but you don't care!
We poets see brokenness as beautiful!

My point is, I've
finally
found
my people.

I know this isn't really a poem, more of a letter, but I really just wanted to say:

Thank you.
You have been my light in great darkness,
giving me hope.
You don't know who I am, but
you
still
care.

And even though I don't know you,
I adore you all
I feel like we're friends,
in the way you have to be
when you understand each others'
deepest
souls.

Thank you for everything

❤️❤️ Indie
Seriously, it probably doesn't feel like much, but it means the world to me
A whole world at my fingertips
Mine to create and explore
To fill with people and cultures
To bloom from nothingness

Mine to take care of
Mine to destroy
Mine to avenge
Mine to protect
Mine to adore

I have sought love and found it a million times
Lived happily-ever-afters for millennium
I have crafted worlds where everything is perfect
And worlds where it doesn't matter that it's not

Boredom and loneliness are things of the past
For in this place I have all that I need:

A
Home
A dimension
A grand adventure
A sanctuary for my soul
A place where I can finally belong

I live two lives:
My life there
And my life here
Here, in reality
Dull, plain reality
Where I am Cursed
And love skillfully evades me
Where my happily-ever-after taunts me just out of reach
Where there is pain and danger
But without the promise of love and adventure
Sometimes I wish I could stay
Stay in my world
But I could never pick just one
One Para or character to become
Because I love them all
One world to inhabit
Because they are all so wonderful
And good things wait for me
On the other side of the Metamorphosis

One day, everything will be great
We will always Triumph
Alii Semper Vincemus!

And my worlds will always be there for me
I will always have my power: to go wherever I please outside the realm of reality

Someday, I'll share my power with the world
But for now it is my sanctuary
My one reprieve
Nothing
Can ever make me give it up
As a Maladaptive Daydreamer, I have a sort of real life superpower: to enter fantasy worlds in my head. Too bad they're so good I wish I could stay there. Even if it's the literal zombie apocalypse, I still find myself longing to live there for real, at least for a little while. Every blessing comes with a curse I guess.

The world I'm writing about is Lindsavadia, a fantasy world of my own design. I drew it, and am world-building and culture-building right now. I actually created it for a book I'm writing! Writing a novel is HARD, but really fun. This is the first daydream that I introduced Lindsavadia to. I decided to use my daydreams as a technique for world-building, because it needed a lot of work. So I threw some of my favorite Paras in there and took them on a grand tour of Lindsavadia. Best idea I've ever had! The world-building is going GREAT! Way better than if I'd stuck to writing only.

I never thought I'd get this far. Truly amazing. I don't know what I'd do without my Paras and worlds. I hope that someday, I'll be able to share this magic with everyone

Sorry for the ESSAY haha!
I am the darkness!
Fierce and unafraid
Monsters in the shadows of my mind

You shine your lights
but cannot **** me!
I blind you
and you stumble on
in the night

I am the wolves!
Howling at the moon
We revel in the black forests
of impending fear and doom
and laugh at the screams of terror that echo through the woods

I am the phantom!
Crying out to be set free
Wandering aimlessly through the trees
Growing accustomed to the dark and the cold
Did I choose this fate?

I am the magma!
Flowing deep in the core in the earth
You do not see me
but you know that I am there
You marvel
You fear

I am the fire!
Surging furiously through forests and hearts
Igniting undergrowth and passion

I have no enemies
I have no friends
I only rage, consuming everything in my path
until it's all gone
I cheer at my triumph!

I am the rain!
Falling in rivulets into the midnight
I extinguish the flames and leave nothing but ash
I cry for what once was
before the unforgiving fire stole it away

I am the storm!
Screaming, screaming screaming in thundering cries
Striking down anything and everything that gets in my way

I am unstoppable
Flooding the world and drowning all who claim to be good
Laughing mercilessly, leaving no stone unturned!
Anything I cannot reach is struck down
by lightning power
unrivaled

I am an ant!
Intelligent and strong
patient, persevering, hardworking
Serving my queen
Caring for my colony

When intruders come to **** and destroy
I fight bravely
Tiny warrior in a vast army
Struck down cruelly by giant, fumbling hands
Dying a warrior's death
of insignificance

I am the monster!
lurking in the night
I torture and ****
anyone who dares to set foot in my forest
Wiping my bloodied hands on ashen trees
and laughing in twisted pleasure
as my victims scream for mercy

I am an angel!
Watching the bloodbath from afar
and caring for the mourning innocent
as they ascend to heaven
I weep for the life lost to the monster's hands

I am the darkness!
I am everything
I am nothing
I am beauty
I am fear
I conceal
and I illuminate
Fear me
and revel in my beauty
93 · 2d
When I die
When I die
I wish to be
recycled

Cut up into pieces
of useful and useless
parts
and distributed
where I'm needed
most

To serve the world
one
final
time


When I die
I don't want a coffin
Or to be dressed up and posed
as if I am sleeping
For we all know I am not sleeping

I do not want to be burned
Or preserved by chemicals that only
delay
the inevitable

I want to be a part of nature's
cycle
To be eaten by my arthropod friends
and torn apart by wild things and scavengers
To assist proudly in medicine, science, and nutrition
for all the world's species

When I die
Do not bury my body
For I no longer inhabit it

Cast that rotting sack of flesh aside
and use it for good

When I die
do not mourn me
Do not say
"rest in peace"
for I am not resting
Do not say
"gone but not forgotten"
For I am not gone, and will soon be forgotten here

When I die
Celebrate all of the memories
The good and the bad
Tell all my secrets
Read all my poems and letters
Perhaps you will finally understand me
I've always found funerals and cemetaries beautiful, but a bit silly. After all, we all have the same fate: the beautiful process of decomposition
93 · Jan 23
Love/hate
What do you do when you
Love
Too
Much?

What is the remedy
For the
Constant
Anguish
It causes?

It isn’t fair!
I didn’t ask for this!
I didn't ask
For this pain!

I wish I could
Hate,
Just once.
You cause me so much pain, and yet I cry in silence as you walk away
Do crazy people even know they're crazy?

Or do they just drift through insanity oblivious
to their own undoing?

If that's the case,
what about people who
think they're crazy?

Are we just
paranoid
overthinkers?

Are we only
eccentric
because we are
afraid?
Or is there something more
buried far below
that we
need
need
need
to see,
but at the same time
are scared
to find
out

And
on the other
hand,
what if
we're
right?

How are we to know?
How are we to trust our mind
to tell us we can trust our mind?
Your smile
Your laugh
Your face
Your hair
Your gentle touch
It's just too much
And so unfair

You're just too beautiful
I never stood a chance
You had me, love, with just a single gorgeous glance
from those chocolate eyes of love and peace
That have me chasing butterflies
Cross fields of flowers, gentle seas
Paper masterpieces
And you feel just like a sunset sky
I see you when I close my eyes
And I could spend eternity just
watching you sleep


Falling hard, pretending I'm alright
We're opposites but we work just fine
Thinking about you all of the time
And I really really really just wish you were mine
Wish you were mine

Now I lie awake in bed
Daydreaming of what could've been
If maybe things were different
And I didn't have to be so scared
But I just fantasize instead
Of what it could be like
To call you mine


When we embrace, I breathe in your scent
You're heaven-sent
Evanescent
Like honeysuckle on evening breeze
Or morning mist
And falling leaves
And I could spend eternity
With you, I'm wrapped around your sleeve so tight
And I hope I never let go

Falling hard, pretending I'm alright
We're opposites but we work just fine
Thinking about you all of the time
And I really really really just wish you were mine
Wish you were mine

You
Can
Never
Know

It's funny how I tell you everything but this
how you consume my brain like a wild Florida hurricane
That's named after you
And it's beauty and destruction all in one

I don't want to lose you
If life was perfect, I'd be with you
And then reality wouldn't be
quite
so
bad
but
you
can never
know

Falling, falling falling, falling,
crashing, burning, drowning, dying
You are my undoing
and it's an honor
to be poisoned
by your perfectly drawn flowers
That you adorn my hand with ease
And I just ask Lord, please
Please just one miracle
I promise I'll be good
She's just so beautiful
And better than I ever could be
Why can't she be with me

Falling, falling, falling, falling
Losing the battle with these feelings
Her image haunts my mind in graceful poltergeist screams
AHHHHHHHHH

Falling hard, pretending I'm alright
We're opposites, but we work just fine
Thinking about you all of the time
And I really really really just wish you were mine
Wish you were mine
mine
mine
I rarely get inspiration for songs, but sometimes they just pour out of me, like they've been building up inside and I just have to let them out. This was one of them.

It seems to be a blend of just about every single music genre there is- can I even legally call that alternative?
85 · Jan 3
He
He
He is dark,
A shadow, seeping into every corner
of my mind.
I feel his presence
When I stand
alone
in the dark.
He joins me in my solitude
And spreads throughout my soul
as I change to match his energy.
He is the night.
He is the midnight blackness of the trees against a navy sky.
He is water like ink splish-splashing quietly in the deep.
He is cold, his soul almost empty.
Almost.
He kills the light, bludgeons it viciously as the sun's gore flies.
Is there any compassion left in him?
Can he love
one
more
time?
He is beautiful, mysterious, intriguing.
I will spend the rest of my life trying to understand him, but
never
come
close.
He is Love and possession and power.
He is ferocity contained in silent stillness.
He was never a child, and did not come from Earth, but has always been there
in space
waiting
for
me.
Who is he?
81 · Jan 3
Untitled
I promise I'll come back to you, I promise.
81 · Jan 4
The tightrope walker
She wobbles slightly, perched upon her
thin, taught rope.
She prays desperately that she does not fall
does not break.
She has perched up there her whole life, once
hopeful and excited to be
a part of the show, but
She has long since grown weary
of trying not to fall off.
She is sick of the spectacle, sick of perching
on that worn rope.
She misses the pole she once held, that blessed protection
against the wind, rain, and storms,
but it has long since rotted away, as sick of the cruel game
as she was.
She wonders, looking down, down, down
to the jagged rocks below, if it would be easier to just
fall off.
She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and
lets go
She is no longer a tightrope walker but a
skydiver
She smiles blissfully for the first time as she tries out
her new hobby.
7
days till the end of the world
and my mind is a'racing
round and round my thoughts they swirl
I can't seem to cease my pacing

6
days now till everything ends
time is slowing down
I really thought she was my friend
never thought she'd let me drown

5
days and what do I do now?
the fear is taking over me
I'm stuck in a pit, I can't get out
there's no escape that I can see

4
days wow it's getting close
and I'm nowhere near ready!
I feel very much like a ghost
can't keep myself steady

3
days now, what do I do?
everything is going wrong
I don't know how to make it through
I don't think I'm that strong

2
days, in a panic now
I'd really like to breathe
it's far too soon to take my bows
will this agony never cease?

1
day, fog is kicking in
praise God for dissociation
This is not my body, my skin
I've ascended plain Creation!

0
days, and now it's time
my heart beats in my pounding head
watching my world collapse in a rhyme
I cannot tell if I am dead
79 · 2d
Rain Falls Down
Falling
Freely
 Now

                                                           ­                                    Pitter-
                                                         ­                                       Patter
                   ­                                                                 ­           Plop


                        Peaceful
                         ­ Breath
                          Taken





                    ­                                Watching
                        ­                            Raindrops
                           ­                              Fall
Not quite sure what this is...
78 · Jan 9
I'm so tired
Exhaustion
weighs heavy
on me
all I want to do
is sleep,
yet I can't seem to
turn my mind off
(even more than usual)
haunted
by thoughts
pain
lethargy
and total mind-block.
I feel like I'm
dying
and interactive daydreaming
has never been
so easy
(I am not my paras)
I'm scared
that the blanket
of delirious
melancholy
and
moribundity
will
never
leave
What's wrong with me now?
77 · 2d
My type
I don't have a type...
Oh, but it seems that I do
What is your type, you ask
Those who do not like me back
74 · Feb 10
Metamorphosis pt 4
I've always
hated
change

Recently it's become
easier;
the little things
at least

I changed my room
got rid of some old books
never thought that day would come

But this, this
Metamorphosis
is nearly
impossible

Painful
I feel like I'm
dying
sometimes

As much as I hate to admit it,
I'm scared
petrified

My mind
"she always did have SUCH an overactive imagination"
jumping from worse-case scenario
to worse-case scenario

I find myself wishing for something
easier
simpler
like the apocalypse

Let's be honest,
Walkers are kind of pathetic anyway
at least then we'd be too busy
surviving
to worry about all this

I know I just need time
But right now I still just
hate
change
74 · 1d
Someone else
She
Likes
Someone
Else

And I’m stupid
Enough
To care

To scream internally
Gasping for breath
Heart pounding
It isn’t going to last
It can’t
It won’t

I know I can’t have her
But if I can’t have her
Why
Should
He
She’s going to be the death of me
He doesn’t deserve her
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