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In the blanketing abyss of night's prelude
no lamp subdues the dark within
but rather set a hazy stage:
lucidity's awakened hour

Dimly and diffuse you blur
through my drifting lines of sentience
reaping your cruel harvest, slyly
scattering my germinal love

How grim this fate that you have cast
upon my hopes so premature:
aborted at 3 weeks
more loss than I can take
enough for me to bury
enough for my resentment
burning unrealised:

fire of my nascent eyes
piercing through the false eclipse
scorching your covert disguise
the veil I long to rip apart
and disintegrate with verity,
to spit upon with love's acid froth
crude as every image of you
...
crude as dispossessed illusions

For I know you no longer,
and grasp for silent solace:
I can still turn the lights off by myself
by myself
second of the 'nocturnes' series
We’re frantically typing to finish our assignments
and end our Friday night homework confinement.
Chella wants to go to a frat-house soirée
I went to a few of those, back in the day.

No more frat parties, I once emphatically said.
I make rules for myself, usually based on emotion
but once I calm down, rules are made to be broken,
and, it’s good, I suppose, to stay in touch with the kids

Chella does this a lot, finds a hot trendy spot,
and drags me along, enthusiastically or not.
She’ll attempt, and fail, to do a Keg stand.
That’s ok, we’re not athletes, I understand.

We’re just having fun with it, hitting a beat good,
fugitives from the rough passage to adulthood
We feel like old ladies now - it's hilarious.
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Mini playlist for this:
Pon de Replay by Rihanna
Little Things x Gypsy Woman (L BEATS MASHUP) by Jorja Smith
Can't Feel My Face by The Weeknd
Summertime by DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
More Than A Woman (SG's Paradise Edit) by Bee Gees & SG Lewis
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 07/17/25:
Fugitive = someone on the run from something.

*I’ve got a Will Smith track here, I’m ashamed of how much I love his early Fresh Prince rap years - but on the real - OJ was ‘the juice’ before he was OJ, Michael wasn’t always hyperbaric and Will Smith pretended he wasn’t the wifedup jesus pretenda he revealed himself to be.
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slang..    
wifedup  = pu$$y-whipped  
jesus       = nice guy  
pretenda = pretender
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*We feel like old ladies because
(1) these frat boys are just lowly undergraduates and we’re master’s candidates which is vastly, vastly better. and
(2) we're Yale graduates, which is vastly, vastly better than being Harvard graduates (in our opinion).
The sun comes out loud, like it owns the whole day,
It shines like it’s sure I’ll be okay.
It burns through the curtains, expects me to move —
Like light means life, and I’ve got something to prove.

But the moon doesn’t ask me to rise or perform,
It waits without judgment, calm and warm.
It shows up in the silence, when the world shuts up —
And reminds me that just being here is enough.

There’s peace in the dark when the day is done —
I feel more at home with the moon than the sun.
© Copyright 2025 - Limes Carma
Evil passes,
But not without repercussions.
They think they are the trap builders—
But once the woods
Begin to offer small feasts for free,
It’s to devour and erase
The ***** spirit of this world.
I belong to the woods,
To the seas,
To the thunders and the trees.
You never won the game—
You lost your security.
You think you escaped,
But you’ve entered terror.
Welcome to the game, demon.
Game Over.
I’m not a fool for counting the days.

I’m not a fool for missing you,
or bleeding quietly in your absence.

I’m not foolish for keeping my distance from people,
for building walls instead of bridges,

For learning not to trust.

No—

I’m simply terrified...

Because I’m still in love with you.
Still crying for you.
Still believing nothing can erase this pain.
My longing for you has become a monster.

But I don’t fear monsters—

I command them.

I bind them in chains,
silence their screams.
But this one…

This one won’t kneel.

I can’t sentence it to death for its rebellion.

Can’t starve it,
can’t silence it.

Because every time I look into its eyes—

I see yours.

And I weep.
You are my weak spot.

My undoing.
I’m not a fool…

But I love you.
Collision season of ours, it should have felt like strings in planetarium.
I still hold hidden affection in my chest,
Completely enough to fill a stadium.
Filled with patterns of anyone I ever loved, to be a mosaic museum.

Before we branched into different junctions,
If only we had collected more memories, oh the fear of oblivion.
We should've danced just like Mia & Sebastian.
It should have felt like planetarium,
Magical, cinematic, worthy of a scene, 3, 2, 1 - action.
Matt 4d
the clock marks twelve with a
hollow chime.
in its wake, the air thickens, heavy
with absence.
shadows ripple across the walls,
shifting like thoughts half-formed,
dark and untethered.

the corner stretches, widens,
becomes something deeper,
a mouth that might swallow me
if i meet its gaze too long

the ceiling groans softly,
its beams contracting
as if under the weight
of something unseen.

i sit still, breathing shallow,
watching the shadows watch me,
and wonder if the clock
will ever strike one.
Keegan 4d
The nights are the hardest.
Not because of the dark,
but because of the loneliness.
That heavy silence
that reminds you
you only have yourself.

No one is coming to knock,
to ask how you’ve been,
to remind you you’re not alone.

What good is self-love
when it can’t pull you from the edge of your thoughts,
when it can’t wrap its arms around your chest
and tell you it’s okay to feel like this?
What good is it
when it just sits there quietly
while the loneliness hums louder?

What good is it
when it can’t make you feel less alone?

I don’t know how to fix it.

Some nights,
I have no thoughts
just the ache,
just the weight.
So I imagine.
I imagine a version of myself
who doesn’t feel this way.
I try to believe I can become them.

Some nights,
I just hold my own hand
because it’s the only one reaching.
Some nights,
I tell myself to breathe
and trust that it counts for something.

The truth is,
it hurts to need yourself
more than anyone else.
And lonelier still
when even that doesn’t soothe you.

But maybe,
somewhere beneath the ache,
this is what strength looks like:
to sit in the dark
and still choose to stay.

Even when it’s hard.
Especially then.
1DNA 5d
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Let me be your dark,
Your silent black knight.
Sleep, my baby moon,
Huddle in my night.

I'll wrap you around with stars
And every light I find.
Shine all you want —
Even if I fall blind.

I'll watch you from the heavens,
So as to not stain you.
I'll weep in gentle streams,
And bathe you anew.

I'll burn in the sun,
If it'll make you glow.
For your white angel,
I'll be your foe.

And when your eyes are closed,
And your body is sore,
I’ll rise with the ashes
From the red below.

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I'm not really a person to easily fall in love.

So, if I do fall in love,
This is dedicated to my unknown special someone.
Yuzuko 5d
Instead of a frown
Seize the crown
Start with a smile
and watch as it goes for miles

Be the light
On someones darkest night
With all the stars above
Show a little love

Humans are far to great
Not to have mistakes
So accept some correction
Because even the tides need direction

Silence will envelop a heart
So show someone a new start
Help those in need
Because who knows what they've had to bleed

A place a heart will go
is equal to the people they follow
Be leader even in your darkest moments.
Grow with others and help because they also have pain
Mistakes is human nature accept it and find your life
Pain, Hurt, Shame, Love, emotions
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