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[soracities]

Richard Wright, excerpt from Haiku: This Other World—The Last Poetry of Richard Wright [ID in ALT]

[amanedachi]

mercury / for a youth with no regrets

Part of LoL Esports Elemental Series.

[finalgirlgretchen]

people on instagram r saying that anyone who enjoys gore in horror is an evil fucked up psychopath again :(

[william-solace-aaaaa]

A haiku from Will Solace:

Shit shit shit shit shit

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit

Shit shit shit shit shit

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

When we fly higher The edge of the world becomes Well within our reach

[terracemuse]

[i-am-the-balancing-point]

John's note to Pastor Jerome

Heretic Jerome, You’ve listened to us. We’ve listened to you. We gave you time to think. LISTENING AND THINKING TIME IS OVER! You can’t protect your people from The Collapse! Only THE FATHER can! John Seed

A note, found in Fall’s End. ❇︎ Notes of Hope County

[ipessimist1]

Haiku

Distance is the bridge that separates our two worlds- A bridge I must cross.

8:51 PM 26/9/24

[tgshydestan]

wait have i not told you guys about me technically being a published author. like do you guys not know

[randomrichards]

R.I.P. ROGER CORMAN:

Genre filmmaker

Started many film careers

Through low-budget flicks

[gravity-rainbow]

the joy of being alive in a broken world Akari

[viablemess]

I was silly goofy and didn't prep my CODAY post so I panic posted some little haiku. I know nothing about haiku, or poetry. So here is my little attempt because I had to have SOMETHING dated with 2-2-24 and I'll add something else later 🧡☀️✨️📙

[blueskipper-photography]

Lüneburg (Town Centre) ©2024 blueskipper

Another rainy day

In the North

Feeding the birds

Makes me smile

©2024 blueskipper

[mossy-tables]

If I were to say soft pain would you know what I mean?

If I were to ask to read a soft pain story, to live a soft pain story, to exist in a soft pain world, would you know what I mean?

Would you want to? No one likes pain. Soft pain doesn’t sound any better than what we have. What’s the different between pain and soft pain? Is there a hard pain?

Or do you understand what soft pain means? Do you understand the desire, the need to have soft pain? Do you understand the emotions that come with soft pain? When the Haiku bot responds not with an echo but with love? When a friend or ex moves on from you? The way it feels when a characters dies, but dies smiling and in love? Do you know what soft pain feels like? Do you know why I crave it?

Soft pain brings joy and smiles, tears and anguish. But it’s so much more than pain.

Soft pain is being rained on while walking home. Soft pain is missing the train and people watching to past the time. Soft pain is losing an award to your best friend. Soft pain is pain. But it’s so much more.

Soft pain is life. It’s how you live, how you die. It’s all the negatives of life, all the sobs yet all the smiles. Soft pain is not pain, because it’s so much more.

Or do you not understand what I’m saying? Soft pain is knowing that there are people who do not understand why I crave soft pain.

Because the world is so much more beautiful when I see the soft pain.

Because the world is beautiful.

Because the people are beautiful.

Yet I crave soft pain. Because I do not live in a world where the pain is soft.

I crave soft pain, because soft pain is not pain. It is not the pain I’ve lived my life in.

It’s so much more.

[all-made-of-stardust]

A haiku about a cat:

i think love can be

letting your hand, one you need,

else go to a cat

you should lift it, and

feed yourself, offer yourself

necessary care

but it is purring.

you still possess another

hand. perfectly good.

you reach beyond what

you would normally reach. a

distance made of air

that would not exist

save for this creature within

your soft, quiet lap

it is making noise

of contentment. affection.

it expresses love

as you find your food

with another foreign hand

grasping awkwardly

the fingers not used

to holding the utensil.

you bring it to lips

smiling in fondness

for disturbing this tired gift

from its peaceful rest

seated here upon

your hand, purring without care

oblivious. oh?

it stretches and moves

your hand is once again free

you can eat in peace

yet part of you thinks

"I would let you stay here, fugue,

lingering, no end

i will always have

another hand, and other

ways of consuming

my banal, bland meal.

so long as you stay above

my skin, all your fur

keeping my hand warm."

alas, it pays you no heed.

it goes to its bowl.

the cat eats its food

unaware of how much you

want your hand smothered.