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Hell is full of fish

(A Content SMP poem):

They told me that Hell had nine layers

They were wrong.

It has three floors

They told me that Hell was dark and full of jagged rocks

They were wrong.

It's only dark in some parts

And there are no rocks, only pristine and smooth tile

They told me that Hell was full of fire

They were wrong.

Its full of water

Blue, vast amounts of water

Water that reaches far above the toes

Water that can drown you if your not careful enough

They were right about one thing though

Hell goes down.

Down into a great abyss

Down where the only light comes in small green specks

Sometimes blinking

Sometimes moving

In Hell, there is no Satan

There are no devils

There are no sinners

Hell is full of fish

And the only faith that exists down here

is to consume or to become consumed.

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The Favor

(A short Skyblock Kingdoms fic)

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Carrying Viking back to the station was more easier for Avid than he thought. Other than the surprise he got by the guy’s cat ears (he’s had those under his bucket hat the whole time?), and the bit of blood from the unconscious man’s head from where he hit him, the operation was smooth sailing from there.

“Hi Trog! Hi Ruby!” Avid said as he descended by the bodies in their respectable tubes. “Now here we are!” The monkey announced in glee to the man he was carrying with him. “This is where you’ll be staying!”

After Avid put down an unconscious Viking, he went over to the empty tube to set it up. “Before I put you in here, I just got to make sure that everything is good…”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Avid stopped. He was sure that Viking would stay asleep, but it seemed that the guy woke up too soon. For some reason this startled the monkey, not only because he just got caught in the act, but something seemed off, mostly with Viking’s voice, yet he couldn’t seemed to put his finger on it.

“And why’s that?” Avid asked, trying not to show that he was a little scared.

“Because,” said Viking as Avid turned around.

“I still have that IOU.”

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falling down

(A Content SMP poem):

Ship of flight

Ship of flight

Ship of flight

I soar on tonight

After journeys

and after hunts

Please let things

be right for once

Ship of flight

Ship of flight

Oh why do you give me

such a fright?

What is that noise?

What is that sound?

Why is there explosions

and chaos around?

Ship of flight

Ship of flight

Consumed in red fire

that burns so bright

Your sorry sight

gives me such a frown

As you plummet to earth

falling down

falling down

falling down

falling down

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A Small Anathra Fic

(inspired by fanart made by @moxijunk)

Anathra was walking.

He can’t remember how long. He stopped counting the days, along with the footsteps that he left behind in the white powder from under him.

He had no food left, and barely any clothes that suited the condition he was in (but he didn’t really care about that as much as the food). All he had left were the few non-eatable things he was able to take with him and the memory of having to get to somewhere.

He just had to keep walking.

He doesn’t exactly know why he was told to go in this direction, only that he was in a hurry when he left. He has no idea what has happened now to the place where he first came from.

Perhaps it didn’t matter anymore…

Anathra felt tired. So tired that he could feel eye bags engraving themselves on the skin of his face. He had to keep walking though, he needed to get to where he was told to get to, wherever or whatever that place may be.

Despite this, the body gives out eventually, and with one small trip made on the path, Anathra felt his body fall and collapse onto the snow.

Anathra could give himself no energy to get up, much less even move at all, despite the desperate plea in his head that he had to keep moving.

He had to get up, he must.

But again, the body gives out eventually, and Anathra was pulled into a deep sleep.

————— Anathra heard voices, small like whispering, yet still recognizable in the quiet place of… wherever he was.

“Good morning sir, how is everything?” He heard a feminine voice speak to someone.

“I’m doing alright,” this voice was more masculine. “Just came to check up on you, and the patient.”

Despite being able to hear conversation, Anathra felt too weak to open his eyes, and too weak to make any movement or get up. It was as if he was trapped in some sort of haze.

He was able to make out that he was somewhere warm and soft, and that something was covering him. From the sounds that the people’s speaking voices made, he was able to deduct that he may have been in a small room. As for what the room looked like, along with the people talking, he was unsure.

“Everything is fine,” said the woman. “I guess…”

“What do you mean ‘I guess’?” asked the man concerningly.

“Well…” the woman started. “The patient has obviously suffered from exhaustion, and perhaps some malnutrition. We were able to take the correct and precautionary measures to make sure that was taken care of. It’s just that…”

“Go on…” ushered the man.

There was a pause in the air. “He’s cold.” said the woman. “And I know it sounds weird but he’s just… unnaturally cold. We checked his temperature and it is much lower than that of an average human. We’ve tried everything to warm him up more, but nothing has worked. We’ve been worried that he could be at risk for something, but we checked him over multiple times and have found nothing.”

“hmm…” contemplated the masculine voice. “How low is his temperature, may I ask?”

“The temperature of an average human is 37 degrees Celsius.” Replied the feminine voice. “The patient’s temperature is 20 degrees below that.”

Anathra was able to hear a small sound of shock from the man.

“Does he show any signs of hypothermia? Frostbite?”

“No, as far as we can tell, he’s just… cold.”

There was another pause that punctured the air. “As long as he is breathing,” the man finally said, “and as long as he wakes up, that is all that matters. Now please get back to your work.”

“Yes sir,” said the woman.

The man walked away, and as his footsteps started to vanish, so to did Anathra’s thin consciousness, and he found himself being lured to sleep once again.

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Spruce - An SBK WIP

There lies a kingdom aglow

covered a bit in snow

As is floats in the sky

oh ever so high

from the deep and dark void below

The people there would exchange

spruce logs for a good deal of range

But one day their clothes

and their looks I suppose

turned colors and started to change

Perhaps it was something out of hand

That no one could quite understand

But someone recalled

A broken crystal once sprawled

Now there must be a curse on their land

As time marched its merry way on

With the falling snow thereupon

The void made its call

To one and to all

Like a large and black feathered swan

Skulk had started to grow

On their beautiful land below

The snow fell more

With more ice than before

And the winds had started to blow

Like a terrible horrible dream

A dark feeling, wanting to scream

Covered in ice

Something not so nice

The snow would continue to teem

It’s starting to take its tight hold

Watching its poor victims fold

If you still cannot tell

It will show you well

That no one escapes from the cold

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Cherry (a SBK Poem - WIP)

Should I tell you of what I hide?

The secrets that I keep from you?

Would you still be at my side?

If I tell you of all that is true?

Should I tell you of the things?

That keep me awake at night?

Of what my existence and presence brings?

Would that, for you, be alright?

Should I tell you of myself?

Of the things I lock away

And put on the top of my shelf?

Would that be okay?

When I show you what you’re about to see

My darling, my love, please stay with me.

What do you seem to hide from me?

Keep close to the center of your chest?

What do you not want me to see?

You say that it’s all for the best…

Do you think I will be frightened

By whatever you may bring?

My chest feels oh so tightened

Like my body is tied with string.

I just want to be as close as I can…

To you, with no doubt or remorse.

Falling in love, without any plan

despite any unchecked force.

Whatever you may bring me into,

my darling, my love, I trust you.

(I wrote this one before Ruby got tubed lol)

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Dark Oak (a SBK Poem - WIP)

A million machines and farms and fissures

All this power in my hands

All this love within my hands

All this love built with my hands

A million structures and walkways and wood

All this power in my hands

All this love within my hands

All this love built with my hands

A million pieces of redstone and iron and pistons

All this power in my hands

All this love within my hands

All this love built with my hands

A million bets and trades and conversations

All this power in my hands

All this love within my hands

All this love built with my hands

A million books and words and pages

All this power in my hands

All this love within my hands

All this love built with my hands

A million contracts and deals and promises

All this power in my hands

All this love within my hands

All this love built with my hands

A million IOUs

Made with power

And love

From my hands

Within my hands

Built from my hands

My hands

My hands

My hands

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Somewhere Haunted

(A Dominion SMP poem)

What makes a place haunted?

Would it be a ghost living there?

Seems obvious that a ghost

would make it haunted.

Or would it be the way

that the room feels cold,

even when the walls

are covered in lava?

Or the way that the more

you spend in this place,

the more insane you start to feel?

The way you swear

you hear someone else,

even when you know

you’re the only one in the room?

Or maybe it’s haunted

because you’re not the one

that’s supposed to be here

dear reader…

You’re still alive…

And this place…

Is called the Ghost’s Vault for a reason.

(anyways please vote for the Ghost’s Vault!)

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Mangrove (an SBK poem - WIP)

It calls to me

I can’t ignore it

I hear it screaming

I hear it’s voice

The void is calling to me

The void is calling to me

I hear it’s voice

I hear it screaming

I can’t ignore it

It calls to me

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Let’s light a floating lantern

(A DSMP poem for Doomsday):

Let’s light a floating lantern

to all we lost on this day

Let’s light a floating lantern

to those whose lives were taken and shattered

torn from them

blown to smithereens

Let’s light a floating lantern

to the hole that is left from the aftermath

a place now overgrown

flowing with life where life was once taken

Let’s light a floating lantern

to the president

to the founder before him

and to the vice president

by the side of his friend

exiled

and by the side of his friend once again

Let’s light a floating lantern

to terrorists only partly forgiven

and to traitors forgiven long ago

Let’s light a floating lantern

to the baker girl

who found comfort in the act of arson

Let’s light a floating lantern

to the ghost that first made these floating lights

Let’s light a floating lantern

to those that fought

to those that are still here despite it all

to those that are no longer with us

and to those that still sing our song

and keep the legacy alive

Let’s light a floating lantern

for me

for you

for all of us

for our home

for all the things that were taken away

and for all the things

that can never be taken from us

Let’s light a floating lantern

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We’re still here

(A DSMP poem):

You say that this place is haunted,

and I’d tell you you’re right

it sure is.

I still feel the ghosts in places long past.

Sometimes this entire place

feels like one giant graveyard.

But if you told me that this place was empty,

I’d say you’re gladly mistaken,

for this place is still very much alive and full.

We’re still here in the hole,

making farms in a destroyed country

we were too stubborn to leave.

We’re still here in the city,

putting graffiti on the walls

and wasting our savings in the casino.

We’re still here in the Kingdom,

sharing our joints

and getting high off of shrooms.

We’re still in that snowy town,

making nuclear warheads

and drinking hot cocoa.

We’re still in the arctic,

playing with many dogs

and discussing anarchy at book clubs.

We’re still in the bunker,

admiring the floating lanterns

as we hold each other close in comfort.

We’re still underground,

worshipping an egg

that only ever calls for violence.

We’re still at the hotel,

a popular hangout spot

for a place long abandoned.

We’re still near the prison,

making fun of how we thought such

a building would ever protect us.

We’re still in the ravine

daring each other to press the many

randomly placed buttons.

We’re still near that place of exile

too cautious and too afraid

to go any closer.

We’re still on the path,

walking from home

or walking to it.

We’re still in the church,

praying to a god

that probably never care about us.

We’re still in the desert,

admiring the great structures,

so big and so grand.

And we’re still in the museum,

talking about all those haunted places,

still full and still lived in.

Yes this place is haunted,

but we’re still here.

We’ll always still be here.

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Intro Post

Hello! I'm madkat! I'm a multifandom artist that usually draws art. Sometimes though I like to make poetry and take pictures!

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