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"Oh marceline, my marceline, what is it about a little sun's sheen that scares you?" "Is it that burn-at-touch like snow or that slug-like swimming from below?" "That shadow is no omen's crow -- and those little sunbeams shrill for a home." "Let them sneak into your thighs, artery, vein, and declare the black to cast a blacker rain."
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Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 4:06 AM UTC
Marceline
“The fool laughs—he picked his lover like a drink at closing time, and now wonders why the hangover won't end.” “I chose with my pulse instead of my brain; now I pay rent to my own mistakes.” “Love is a bad investment, and I’m the idiot who signed the contract in blood.” “The fool laughs—because crying would only remind him he married his heartbreak.”
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Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 5:01 AM UTC
Haha
I have always been a dog at the end of a great table And everyone at the table is eating a feast. Some eat & eat & eat, while others peck here and there. Some won't eat because they're too busy talking and laughing. And some are visibly eager for the feast to end. "I wish they had better food instead of this slop" one says. Another has found a hair & a bone in their food. "Gross" they continue to hesitantly eat around it. Every once in a while someone will hand me a scrap just so I know what it tastes like. So I know what I'm missing out on. "One day you'll be up here. Hell, sometimes I wish I didn't have to eat all this junk. But you get used to it, like we all do." I take their word for it. And then I'm sitting at the table. But I'm still a dog. I've been dressed up like a person, & trained to present myself like a person. But I'm still a dog, sitting in front of people my age. The people my age begin to feast. It seems like they know which foods to eat slowly because it's too hot or cold. They could tell which food had bones & seeds that needed to be removed. They knew when to take breaks from eating to spare themselves from tummy aches. And Most Importantly they begin to talk amongst themselves & start to build connections & an order of who would lead these conversations. And I'm still a dog. I start to eat from the plate in front of me and immediately throw it all back up. I had eaten too much. I didn't know. Embarrassed, I stop eating & just watch the eaters around me. I study the way they eat, the way they talk, the way they smile & look around. I want to copy what I see. I try talking to the ones sitting next to me, and they respond with kindness. But they could tell that I was just pretending. They knew I was still a dog. I keep studying and I become decent at talking. My brothers are very skilled eaters almost like it's just natural to them. I frequently compare myself. "Why can't I eat & talk like them?" I'd ask myself this, completely forgetting that I'm still a dog. "All in good time, you just have to keep growing up." They tell me this, knowing fully well that I'm just a dog, and for some reason refusing to acknowledge that. I keep eating & keep throwing up, because no matter how much I study those around me I am still a dog sitting at a table with a feast for people. But the table is the only one seen for miles in every direction. Dad and Mom say that once you leave the table you can never return. So, I have to eat by the rules and stay until the end or else I'm wasting the opportunity Given to me by the Large Man at the end of the table who is the most important person to ever exist. "If you eat enough, and eat correctly, you get to sit by Him & talk to Him & that should make you love sitting at this table." Sure, the food is delicious and the people are kind. But I'm still a dog, regurgitating all the food I try to eat, because this feast wasn't meant for me. I didn't notice before, but there are other dogs roaming about. They're not allowed to sit at the table and eat the feast, and we pity them. I pity other dogs for not having the chance to eat the food that I can't keep down. And the people around me watch as I keep regurgitating my food, and they say "It happens to the best of us, let me know if you need anything." I need to leave this table. But if there really is no other table out there, I guess I can stick it out & try to eat people food. Even though I am a dog.
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Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC
I got that dog in me
I have always been a dog at the end of a great table And everyone at the table is eating a feast. Some eat & eat & eat, while others peck here and there. Some won't eat because they're too busy talking and laughing. And some are visibly eager for the feast to end. "I wish they had better food instead of this slop" one says. Another has found a hair & a bone in their food. "Gross" they continue to hesitantly eat around it. Every once in a while someone will hand me a scrap just so I know what it tastes like. So I know what I'm missing out on. "One day you'll be up here. Hell, sometimes I wish I didn't have to eat all this junk. But you get used to it, like we all do." I take their word for it. And then I'm sitting at the table. But I'm still a dog. I've been dressed up like a person, & trained to present myself like a person. But I'm still a dog, sitting in front of people my age. The people my age begin to feast. It seems like they know which foods to eat slowly because it's too hot or cold. They could tell which food had bones & seeds that needed to be removed. They knew when to take breaks from eating to spare themselves from tummy aches. And Most Importantly they begin to talk amongst themselves & start to build connections & an order of who would lead these conversations. And I'm still a dog. I start to eat from the plate in front of me and immediately throw it all back up. I had eaten too much. I didn't know. Embarrassed, I stop eating & just watch the eaters around me. I study the way they eat, the way they talk, the way they smile & look around. I want to copy what I see. I try talking to the ones sitting next to me, and they respond with kindness. But they could tell that I was just pretending. They knew I was still a dog. I keep studying and I become decent at talking. My brothers are very skilled eaters almost like it's just natural to them. I frequently compare myself. "Why can't I eat & talk like them?" I'd ask myself this, completely forgetting that I'm still a dog. "All in good time, you just have to keep growing up." They tell me this, knowing fully well that I'm just a dog, and for some reason refusing to acknowledge that. I keep eating & keep throwing up, because no matter how much I study those around me I am still a dog sitting at a table with a feast for people. But the table is the only one seen for miles in every direction. Dad and Mom say that once you leave the table you can never return. So, I have to eat by the rules and stay until the end or else I'm wasting the opportunity Given to me by the Large Man at the end of the table who is the most important person to ever exist. "If you eat enough, and eat correctly, you get to sit by Him & talk to Him & that should make you love sitting at this table." Sure, the food is delicious and the people are kind. But I'm still a dog, regurgitating all the food I try to eat, because this feast wasn't meant for me. I didn't notice before, but there are other dogs roaming about. They're not allowed to sit at the table and eat the feast, and we pity them. I pity other dogs for not having the chance to eat the food that I can't keep down. And the people around me watch as I keep regurgitating my food, and they say "It happens to the best of us, let me know if you need anything." I need to leave this table. But if there really is no other table out there, I guess I can stick it out & try to eat people food. Even though I am a dog.
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it's hard for me to let you go, you look like an angel --a deviant against God, beautiful and forbidden --against impermanence ever-lasting; a taste of ambrosia a touch of Midas; gold --yet rarer than the birds that seem to circle around --your crown; not of thorns, but early morning dew and the fruits you bear; not of love, but grief --and indelible prints pressed on your skin... you make my heart beat, for once it never moved, until my shadow was seen. it's hard for me to let you go.
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Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 9:22 AM UTC
Untitled
Sorry I couldn’t get my work done I was too busy writing rap lyrics about how much I hate you I guess you could say I got Diss-track-ed?
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Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 4:22 PM UTC
Critique the Clown
Skipping school Avoid the reminders Say i feel sick Say i feel tired Friends worried Keep missing Skipping Avoiding Ignoring school. Avoid these people At all costs A list of a sidewalk To skip down on When I want to feel pain Because thats all you brought to me Skipping school... Avoid the reminders... Say i feel sick... Say i feel tired...
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Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 10:39 AM UTC
Skip
You Keep me blinder and blinder with your love, With your light, Making me feel that I worth something in this world, For the world we work'nd fight until we realise the world doesn't give a **** about what we do, Blinder and blinder about what you really do, For me, for our future, For your Kind... Yes, my heart used to be true... We fought together and alone for the world But The world doesn't give a **** about what we did or wanted to do. The world doesn't give a **** about what you need, about what we did or didn't do... To think that we all fought (together and alone) And for what?
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Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 2:43 AM UTC
And... For What
****** chicken soup, Yum Yum, Puddles of chicken soup All over the space, There's a tornado of soup These days Plenty of chicken soup In the fridge too. Happy the family, Forevermore For gallons of chicken soup Every day made in the bathtub... Hot warming the heart to the bones ****** Bon on sweet Puddles of yum yum, On a plate the bowl Of YummyYum, ****** chicken soup.
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Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 4:38 PM UTC
BCS
I asked her, why? Why she couldn't hold my gaze Despite the indescribable connection we feel for one another. And she told me That we were like two sides of the moon Always longing, but never meant to even see each other. And nothing good would come from the fight to understand The fight to see one another. The fight to stay alive as two halves of each other. For we do not complete us We love so deeply we swallow ourselves whole Trying so desperately to have more of what we cannot have. We are two polarities And we cannot co-exist together Not like this. I bid her farewell Leaving her only in my thoughts and in the sky That I often see her in. The moon never seemed so dark as it rushed to four quarters Of what it used to be. -Kore
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Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 2:37 PM UTC
Moon Lovers
please don't leave your absence is unbearably hard to swallow difficult to stomach painful to digest but you force me to eat every bite on the plate filled with static it tastes like blood it is so confusing shocking and metallic stinging my tongue and hurting burning my throat please i don't want this but you left and so i have no choice but to choke on this empty breakfast this is not nourishment this is poison
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Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 7:02 PM UTC
if loss was my breakfast
you're "laughing out loud" at me that's good i hope its hearty thank god i'm humorous to bring elation to a life as dull as yours and i'm not upset cause i'm laughing too!
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Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 9:48 AM UTC
L O L
What you said: "LOL" "bahahah" **** "hehe" "😂" "hahahah" What you wanted to say: im in pain i want a hug im mad im sad im dissapointed i miss him im hurting im crying i want to cry im not eating much anymore im upset i dont care i don't know how to feel i know that you dont know how to express your feelings, and i understand you say "LOL" or "hahaha" when absolutely nothing is funny you say it when you're hurting the most but why does it help you cope to say the opposite of what you're feeling
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Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
"LOL"
i noticed on our way back to the bus stop you offered to carry my bag it felt like a weight lifted off my chest i guess you're a flawless angel having hit hell's rock bottom i don't want to stain you like a bottle of wine i swear when you said you wanted to kiss me on the cheek before i stepped on the bus i could've loved you then i'm caught in the middle you saw me right through wanting a new start yet struggling to let go.
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
the bus stop
He liked pringles. So she thought that it would go Straight to his heart.
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 1:20 PM UTC
The love letter she hid in a Pringles can.
i make poems i type and i type hoping one day I'll be known and my talents will be acknowledged and shown
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Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 9:12 AM UTC
i want to be known
i'm not a fool to want you again talking **** about me was your only friend i thought my love for you had no end i don't even want you now as a friend how funny of you to say that i'm not happy to this day i'm more than happy with what i have today more than my feelings for you in may don't go around feeling special my world doesn't revolve around someone so in denial i don't want someone who saw me as someone so trivial you ain't it, you ain't worthwhile losing you wasn't miserable; it was a blessing.
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Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 11:48 PM UTC
blessed without you