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listen to the sound of a broken guitar;
solemnly plucking its tunes to a crowd of expecting onlookers- to which, they eventually depart from the sudden performance of unending emotions, leaving a single man in its wake, painfully heaving out the final words of a song written only for that moment, designed to be forgotten in the coming days.
while that night meant nothing to the singer, later finding what appeared to be his purpose, his destiny, there was a single person in that audience that heard more than notes; instead, a desperate cry.
maybe that one person could've called out to him.
yet instead, the musician was left to himself, and he chose to rise to a height he was too young to reach.
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guna or pnyyrq nalguvat nyvxr
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gur qrrcre zrnavat bs zl fbhy
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Something about love...
From adages to experiences, what kind of lens is love being perceived as to oneself and the world around them?
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They call her my prison, my limitations, my bane, my weakness, my own trial, my poison.
No she is none of that.
She is no blessing, she is difficult indeed, but she is not more than an inconvenience.
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Sparkle on beasts it's Wednesday we stay soaking wet
#alterhuman#therian#nonhuman#my mission today+tomorrow: be the pauses on your dash. mine is at 99% i assume yours is too and i aim for 97%#i cannot say anything that isn't being said. someone still has to post birds#cryptic poetry?
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cryptic transmasc season is coming:
lots of deep purple flannels and purple eyes, lots of grays and velvet, thick combat boots with spider charms, apple cider beer, scruff that’s grown out a bit because it’s a little brisk, dragons breath incense, clothes shopping season at Spirit Halloween, peach cobbler and eating like kings on Native Heritage Day, tank tops and being scolded for wearing tank tops in 40 degree weather, voices feel deeper in the cold, the man flu, black fades more into the background now
cryptic transmasc season is coming.
#lgbtq#lgbtqia#transgender#nonbinary#trans men#transmasc#intersex#bisexual#asexual#aromantic#pride#mlm#fall#autumn#cryptic#thanksgiving#trans#poetry#maybe idk#maybe like#freeform#idk how to tag this
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gather round
in a circle
tell me if you love me
you skip over
that's okay
i love you enough for both of us
-k.c.
#poems and poetry#poems on tumblr#poetic#poems#original poem#poetry blog#poetry#poetry by women#poetry by me#poem#cryptic posting#shitty poem#poets on tumblr#short poem#poet#writers and poets#female poets#poetsandwriters#poets corner#original poets on tumblr#poets#poemsbyme#poems and quotes#words words words#poem community#poetry corner#spilled words#spilled thoughts#spilled poetry#spilled ink
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#hexadecimal#library of ruina#poetry#projectmoon#angela lobcorp#angela lobotomy corporation#angela lor#angela library of ruina#lobcorp#lobcorp spoilers#cryptic#android girl#in character#in character poetry
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Hey but what if Arthur is waiting for the people's he hold dear in the after life 👀
At first he just asks to the newly death people how Camelot is doing, what is happening, etc. Then he began to see people that he knew, knights and nobles at first, (he lied the first "person" he recognised that die after him was that damned Dragon and he is going to have words with Merlin—), Gaius, Hunith,... 40 years after his death he saw his queen again too.
He also see people he doesn't know but cherish anyways : his wife's new husband, their children, his knights' children, their children's children,...
And yet, he does not see Merlin. He does not wish that he dies but it has been 150 years surely Sorcerer can not live that long?
Slowly but surely, Merlin began to loose his connection to Camelot's children. He began to travel, he began to leave and Arthur becomes afraid. Arthur does not know where he will go, Arthur is losing his track. Arthur is dead and Merlin is alive. All he can do is asks, asks and asks again.
Until one day, one day, no one can answers him anymore and so he waits...
#Merthur#arthur pendragon#merlin#merlin bbc#merlin emrys#Fanfic#canon compliant#Technically#At first I was going to go for a plot where Arthur asks to go back to life#So he can find Merlin again#But magical creature Y347 say something cryptic like “the once and future king will rise again but not now”#And Arthur would have responded something like#It's Arthur the man who is asking#Not the once and future king#Then they would have agree at the condition that Arthur will not tell Merlin who he is and that he shall live and die like any human would#But I just could not write it#I don't know why#At least when Arthur will come back in this AU he will hug Merlin as tightly as Merlin hold him!#Because they both wanted 1500 years for each other :)#There is some kind of poetry in it?#Two halves one dead one alive both waiting to be whole again#And perhaps it is the greater grief#after all#to be left on earth when another is gone.#my shit
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Today it rained.
I love the rain so I went outside.
I was wearing a plain black t-shirt and orange corduroy pants that I rolled up to above the knee.
I stood on the porch in my backyard.
I slipped my phone in my pocket and stepped off.
My bare feet squished onto the grass, brown and orange leaves litter my yard.
They stick to my feet.
I start to walk.
One foot in front of the other.
I loop around my yard, pacing feverishly.
My hands set firmly on my hips.
I don't remember walking this trail through my yard.
It feels new every time.
swish swish swish
My angelic wings sprout from my back.
swish swish swish
They are dark like those of a fallen angel yet they are still perfect.
swish swish swish
Water roles off my feathers like those of a duck.
swish swish swish
Feathers sprout all over my skin in spots.
swish swish swish
Moth antenne sprout from my head.
They swish too.
My feet are numb, they are not feet anymore.
They are huge paws.
As I pace the grass, my trail grows wider with my paws.
swish swish swish
I can feel my top hat floating between my antenna.
swish swish swish
The rain picks up and drops like a child shaking a tree.
swish swish swish
I don't know how long I pace the yard.
But water runs off the feathers of my face and my glasses.
I head inside.
I avoid looking at my reflection and shadow.
I don't want my wings, my feathers, my antenna, my paws, my top hat to disappear.
I walk into the bathroom.
Sorrow fills me as I shower, knowing what I'll see once I'm done.
I don't even remember my face.
#otherkin#alterhuman#cryptidkin#demonkin#nonhuman#otherlink#banned from the gates of heaven and hell#actually cryptic#actually demonic#fictionkin#bill cipher kin#alterhuman shift#physical shift#phantom shift#wingedkin#therian#wing shift#moth therian#poetry#poems#writing#rain#rainy days#rainyweather#rainy#I love the rain
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do you hear them?
the screams? the wind? the breath of the person in front of you?
the sigh of the murderer behind you?
a regretful memory passing its way through. it weaves its way through your skin. hollows out your bones. shoots through your veins. inserts itself back to where it was borne from; a brain filled with monotonous reminders left with nothing but numb nerves and an empty stomach.
breathe in
breathe in
breathe in
breathe in
breathe
#random writing drabbles#writing#tw: murderer mention#tw: repeating words#tumblr#tumblr writers#cryptic writing#poetry#cryptic poetry#cryptic#horror#aesthetic
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sitting on a tree stump, staring at the rain.
a chorus of noise drowning out the sounds of impact.
I know this to be true,
the birds aren't chirping to each other,
they're laughing at you.
the sky grows dark,
the drops of rain turn to sheets,
run far from here.
the birds are still mocking you.
#the edible kicked in yesterday. and i mean kicked.#midwest gothic#southern gothic#american gothic#cryptic#wisconsin gothic#regional gothic#poetry#cryptid
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what the fuck do you mean soul brother is about brian may. what do you MEAN freddie mercury wrote a song about brian harold may that went "he's my best friend, he's my champion, and he will rock you, rock you, rock you, cause he's the saviour of the universe, he can make you keep yourself alive, make you keep yourself alive, cause he's somebody, somebody you can love" what do you mean he just wrote that and then casually told brian may about it in the studio one day and was like surprise! i've written a song about you, but it needs your touch! break out that guitar! what do yuo mean they both wrote songs aimed at each other at least once but brian wrote so many for freddie he can't remember which one he was working on at the time. WHAT DO YOU MENA
#queen band#THAT'S SO. THAT'S SO#that's the sweetest fucking thing holy shit they really were besties huh#that's genuinely sooo. cause like i don't think freddie ever wrote songs for any of his other friends!#his lovers sure but as far as i know brian's the only one who got a song dedicated to him#(i mean. he says that he's not sure whether it's actually about him or not but like. why would freddie lie about that?)#'god bless my soul here he comes now / the man with the most how does he do it? / sure he's got style he's so heavy / he's a trip'#'he can do anything anything / cause he's my soul brother'#that's so genuine and sweet and encouraging!!! no flowery metaphors#no poetry or cryptic lyrics#just freddie mercury going I LOVE YOU!! I LOVE YOU!!! YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND!! YOU'RE SOOO COOL!!! SEE HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU???#for three and a half minutes. it makes me SICK#btw if you tag this as ship it is on SIGHT ok thanks xoxo#and the way most of the queen songs he references were written by brian. godddd#he just wrote that for no reason at all‼️‼️ fucked UP!!!!
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Reading For I'm In Your Walls
It’s not a place, exactly, but the best way I can describe it is still: once I found myself in another place. And when, later, certain other things happened, that place returned to me, and I found to my surprise that it was familiar. I’d expected to go somewhere, but I thought it would be an undiscovered country, and it wasn’t. I’d been in this room before.
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It’s a different place, but it’s not a different location. Maybe a better way to put it would be that you suddenly perceive new aspects of the place you start from. Imagine if you were a carpenter ant chewing through a portion of wall and one day, briefly, you could see the whole house. Or smell it, with your antennae. It wouldn’t seem like your home. It wouldn’t feel like somewhere you completely recognized.
But it does seem like my home. That’s the part that I think is unusual. It feels like I’m actually supposed to be there. It feels like I was born in it, but someone threw something over me— like a bandage over a hole in the skin, like a plastic cup over an ant— and I forgot. But maybe I’m wrong about that, maybe everyone feels/would feel exactly as I do. When I’m not there, I kind of wish I was. It’s hard to remember, moreso as time passes between visits. The parts that are great and the smaller parts. The parts that hurt. It’s hard to remember exactly what it feels like and how it’s different— but it is different! It’s hard to remember what you can see through the windows of that room.
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Like how many things are made of paper and smoke; they look solid, but you can push through them with a thought. Paper walls don’t have to contain you. The difference between you and an ant is not very much (zoom in) is everything (zoom in again) is nonsense; there are just shapes and pieces of material (zoom out) is ordinary and vast. You can hold her in your hand and you’ll never know each other, but you’ll know she’s there.
XXI.
The difference between you and a house is that houses were built to serve you. Similarities: good bones, weeping, black mold. The joy of inhabitants. You, the dream of so many cells, so many bacteria. The culmination of so many thoughts inside your brain, which you know looks and feels like clay. A clay city of ghosts. A maze of many rooms. A million tiny yous looking back through the windows, and then other things behind them (it’s not just solipsism). Other things like quick flashes of lightning, patterns.
X.
It’s hard to remember any of that. Yeah, it’s like trying to smell the air off the Ionian Sea by looking at old vacation photos. That specific quality of the air, not your general impression of what it was like, synthesized later. The air as you breathed it in the moment, in that specific place, at a specific time.
Only the place and time I’m talking about may be reachable, may come back, may be called.
#iykyk i guess#i feel like some of you are going to find this very cheesy and obvious and some are going to be like 'lol whut so cryptic'#that's the way it goes!#poetry
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When I step outside sirens wail as a warning to the townsfolk that they need to run and hide in their cellars. They need to protect themselves from the pack of invisible creatures that follow me at all times and the poisonous plants that sprout at my feet as I walk along the roads
#cryptic#cryptid#horror#mild horror#monstercore#creepy#cryptidcore#scary#fear#short story#poetry#? i guess#maybe?#horror writing#and creepy#writing#goblincore#gremlincore#gremlin core#invisibility#invisible#creature#creatures#poisonous plants#townsfolk#weirdcore#terrifying#sirens#sprouting
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When Jack Stauber said "I've tasted dying and it tasted good, but that's dessert, you can have it when the dinner is gone" when Animorphs said "How big a moron do you have to be not to figure out that at least if you stay alive you have some hope, as opposed to being dead and having zero?" when the Talmud said "Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world's grief, act justly now, love mercy now, go humbly now, you are not obligated to complete the work but neither are you free to abandon it" and when Welcome to Night Vale said "Don't become a statistic."
#this is NOT a note to self. i am fine#this is note to anyone who needs it. message to all bitches please survive#suicide mention#cryptic poetry?
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