#rainbowrosegames writing

[rainbowrosegames]

This Is What a Hoarder House Is Like

An original poem by Rainbowrosegames.

I wake up and trash is all around

Deafening silence I try to drown

I get up and I kick things out of my way

"What wrinkled thing shall I wear today?"

I do my daily laundry out of necessity

I throw it on the floor saying that I'm too lazy

There's crumbs and hairballs at my feet

I go in to the bathroom and there's endless dust

It's been awhile since the shower's been cleaned

I don't do it for my lack of trust

I can't do a thing so I've convinced myself

I've trapped myself in this living hell

Nobody to call

I feel the shame when they see into the hall

There's endless dishes in the kitchen

There's not a free square inch

I dust the crumbs off my feet onto my leg

I'm never gonna sweep

I'm surrounded by boxes filling me with dread

I go out and thrift up things that I don't need!

Oh, I'm presented with so many options

To cure this house that leaves me haunted

My family worries for themselves and me

I keep on buying things I think I need!

I call myself a pack rat

But they know I'm just lying when I say that

"The house isn't really so bad!"

I say as I dodge and weave side to side

I refuse to better myself to the life I once had

There's mice and roaches all inside

It's a miracle with traps they haven't died

Don't you see it's not a problem and I'm fine?

We don't have an infestation

I fear for government investigation

Don't take my children away

They're the ones keeping me from endless decay!

I call myself codependent

Even though I'm a narcissist

I live on emotional defensive

Why can't I have the life I wish?

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Written through someone else's perspective. This is for awareness purposes. This is how hoarders live.

[rainbowrosegames]

Ash was falling from the sky until it stopped, like there was nothing left to burn. I was left the only one alive with the castle and family sword, Stázhōr that would sometimes be the vessel my god Yarrou would speak through to me. I don't understand how this came to be. I did everything right...! I killed my wretched, corrupt father and sister, and took the throne, I brought prosperity to my empire and made amends with the foreign nations! I repented and went to Yarrou, expelling the demonic energy upon me... Was this Ymitru's doing? Was there a piece of the contract I couldn't break free from? Will I start decaying again? I'm scared and Yarrou is not answering me, it is almost like he has left this land behind... The land he made, the people he watched over... The emperor he forgave for her sins... I'm all alone here now, all alone like I was in the battlefields fighting in place of my father for his cowardice. Blood poured all over the field, bodies of comrades and then unrecognizable foes torn apart by me in a terrifying trance. All alone among the wreck, limping home. But even home is gone now. It's no longer home but an empty shelter that I have to stay in.

There are no bodies in the castle or streets, I ran for miles, too. Not even a single rat, fly, or ant. Nothing is here, the world was deathly silent. All that could be heard was my breathing, my footsteps, and my screams.

How could this happen? How could Yarrou turn his back on his people? How could he turn his back on me... His loyal disciple who fought so hard for freedom and the glory of Yarrou...

I guess I'll sit in this castle and sleep... Maybe I'll starve to death or slowly decay over thousands of years in this wasteland.

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I DIDN'T SEE THE FIRST SENTENCE TIL I WAS DONE WRITING OH NO welp it's probably fine

The spell worked. In a flash, the entire world was rendered dead. All plants and animals were killed in under a second, reduced to skeletons and dead plant life. Except… for you. You failed to read the fine print: You are now completely immortal, unaging, and invulnerable.

[rainbowrosegames]

Through the Broken Glass

A poem by: RainbowRoseGames

You're looking through the glass

Hammer in your hand

You know it cannot last

Yet you stay in fantasy land

It's greener on the other side

Than here so rotten from the inside

You try to hypnotize yourself

You ignore your reflection's help

The illusion is shattered

Broken glass is on the ground scattered

You run from the door

Desperate to stay in your gilded cage

There is no gold on it anymore

It was scavenged and scraped

"What are you doing to yourself?"

Your reflection is still trying to help

"We feel the need to stay addicted"

"All while our thoughts contradict it"

You see her image distort

Your reflection can't hold this form

She looks on, writhing with pain

"Only you can save yourself!"

She starts to wither right away

"There is only so much I can do to help!"

What are you waiting for?

Go on, get out of the door!

Don't let your sacrifice be in vain

You are mentally awake

You can see behind you

The horrid place you brought yourself to

It's all self-inflicted

Tripping on the glass you were bound to break

You realize all the things you did

You were too scared and rotted away!

Oh, what's wrong with you?

"Truly, tell me what's wrong with me!"

I want to see, believe and breathe

I'll do whatever I have to do

To maintain the greener side

Rather than living in false paradise!

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this sounds edgier than it really is im not gonna lie to you

basically

stop falling for distractions and start living, man

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I've always loved the imagery that comes from themes like mirrors, angel/demon splits, and generally looking at two sides at once. It's part of why/how I made @decaying-royalty !! (it doesn't link the side blog for some reason)

[rainbowrosegames]

High Sugar Flying Wishes

By: RainbowRoseGames

Life may be really convoluted

But laying here in my bed

There is truly only one thing I want

I wanna eat so nonchalant

Unbothered by the label

I don't want to cry at the table

Oh, I don't want immense riches

I just want to go straight to bed

And forget what the hell a needle is

Ah, the sugar is getting to my head!

When waiters list their options of sugary drinks

I want to say that's what my drink order is

Get this CGM shackle off my body

That 185 reading is not truly me

All I want is to be normal

And not worry about numbers or levels

Ah, no matter how much I pray

All I get is silence

From my God every day!

Oh, lying in bed won't deliver this

Oh, my pancreas kills me

I just want to be free like the wind on the sea

Ah, when the hell will I get some rest?

The receiver keeps on beeping

Oh, every time I am sleeping!

I'm so tired of the poisonous valley Lilly

Ah, my liver must be going next, really!

Ah, I must keep it calm and Keto

Shooting stars and NovoNordisks

The Endo wants me at One Zero Zero!

I should be fine accepting this unfulfilled wish

Oh, God tell me plain and truthfully

Is Diabetes a Devil from which you can't save me?

Or is it just America and greedy companies?

Oh, I despise my circumstances

Of how I ended up this way

In life I got no second chances

Ah, it feels exactly like what they say

"Oh, it's all your fault"

"That the rising sugar won't halt!"

"Ah, I told you to be better"

"Shoulda followed me to the letter!"

"Oh, these are your consequences"

"For eating the way that you did!"

Passing the blame

Never bettering the system

Never feeling any shame

Of what you did to me and them

Education is a lower priority

Now we see in full Dexcom Clarity

Diabetes gets stigmatized

Until the sugar darn near takes their lives

I'll tell you how it feels

It's so dumb and the shock is just surreal

"This is how I've gotta live the rest of my life?"

"Yeah, take this thousand dollar insulin"

Man, this crap just isn't right!

Have I got no right to healthy livin'?!

shoutout to Tumblr and it's crappy formatting

also shoutout to AMERICAAA RAAAHHH and it's crappy handling of healthcare because it makes like billions of dollars or trillions idr

[rainbowrosegames]

"A Promising Defeatist"

An original poem by RainbowRoseGames

An ethereal light inside my soul

Glows out of my core out of control

"I am too good for that, it seems"

If I really am in the condition I wish to be

My thoughts cannot be accurately captured

In the beauty I could be I lay enraptured

I think of all the good

I could do if I was in the right conditions

"If it wasn't hopeless, I would!"

My mentality beats me into submission

Beating an ethereal angel

That is how life is in my minds angle

Bruised on the ground

Ethereal light fading out

I could perhaps pick myself up

But I've convinced myself I'm not enough

"I don't want to do this"

I say to a task task that's necessary to rest

"I want to stay within heavenly bliss"

Too good or afraid of tomorrow's trials and tests

An angel with glimmering potential

Hindered from skin to what's mental

"I can be the next giant star in the night!"

A confidence that fights

With the fear of imperfection

A negatively biased "prediction"

Only time will tell

If it's rumor or prediction

That this promising angel

Will not be enough

[rainbowrosegames]

Wake Up and Do Something About It

A poem about doomscrolling by Rainbowrosegames

Snapping out of my trance

Just when did the dark come out to dance?

This gaping hole in my heart

I need to make art

Or else I will break apart inside

I can't move and I don't know why

Staring at the screen

It's all things that make me feel empty

Tell me why it's so addicting

Properly is not how I'm thinking

Someone get me out!

The silence is just way too loud!

I can hear all of my sins crawling

Chores aren't done and I am dying

It is oh so late

All I can feel is my self-hate

My own mind is keeping me from crying

Why can't I get out?

I keep on hiding

There's got to be another route

I must get moving

My rewards are waiting

Ignore those evil sigils

Smash it to rubble

I can't waver

Even though everything hurts

This dumb device does not reward me

Get to the task at hand!

Enrichment is what I need

Stop reading romance!

Stimulation is not in those short doses

My attention span is dropping several notches

This is a sweet poison in my drink

It makes it hurt to think

Why on earth do we still do this?

This device does not grant any wish!

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Trying to be better about doomscrolling ^^ doing something productive makes you feel more whole.

Personally, I get stuck (on YouTube shorts lmho) and procrastinate playing the music to do the task to, a solution for this would likely be using a phone assistant and setting a routine (I use a Google phone so I can make a custom prompt and make it play a playlist, dunno about other phones)

Work on ways to get unstuck for yourself ^^ good luck and go get something done <3

[rainbowrosegames]

A Lack of Perfection Sends You Into the Abyss

A poem by Rainbowrosegames

The halo of an angel is a tight choker on their necks

The wings of an angel are as heavy as planets

Perfection and kindness take their toll

Until they snap and their heads all roll

Down into the depths

They have agonizing fiery breaths

Staring at the semblance of what they once were

Any resemblance was murdered

All they can see in their mirrors

Are evil faces so disfigured

Their reality crumbles

As the heavenly voices thunder

"You have lost your way!"

"For this evil you shall pay!"

They had made only one err

They're now realizing their friends do not care

Perhaps one day

They can get out of their shame

And return to the heavens above

To those who they love

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A poem about losing your own kindness

It sure is hard to stay pure forever, right?

[rainbowrosegames]

Working on this for the final grade of my class asides from finals. YES IT IS IN COMIC SANS MS

Edit: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-S0gMWBw64Lm1ZOLGu7CsghndhVMlehcgdiEp7ASfCY/edit?usp=drivesdk

this is the link to the essay if you want to see the end result!! Please do not use this for your own assignments

[rainbowrosegames]

A Dog Without a Raft

(Poem about hoarder houses, by RainbowRoseGames)

Amid this journey on the sea

We'd find others who have boats

But for whatever reason they can never help us in our need

They'd give us advice and sometimes gloat

"You shouldn't try to boil the sea, it takes too long"

What's the point of it?

I don't want to boil the sea

All I want is to not have a fit

This damned mess is all that I see

How does one fend for themself

If they're never taught

How to even organize a shelf?

Now what kind of home is this?

Here on a trash island of the leaders' making

They want me to clean and simply not have a fit

You'd get fed up, too

If lying around in trash wasn't all that you could do

I'm supposed to love you

And I really do

But sometimes I hate you

For keeping me stranded on this island and not helping me all the while

I'm just a child

What do you want me to do?

I'm not going to fix everything for you

Maybe I'm being presumptuous

But what you do doesn't help fix the root of the problems

Even if you bake something scrumptious

I don't want to boil the sea

I just want someone or something to help me

What is the point of boiling the sea

If nobody helps me?

I didn't know even outsiders are worthless

But alas here we are

With no hope left in my heart

Why can't they boil the sea?

Why can't they even boil a bathtub?

I should consider this child labor

It feels like every responsibility is on me

And on my shoulders

Why do I have to act first?

I can't lift these boulders

Why can't the sea boil away?

This makeshift prison I'm living in feels like an ocean

I'm like some dog someone threw inside

I won't stay afloat over time as the time flies

Just want to escape

To never look back

And be self-sufficient

The sea is hot and it burns me and any residual hope of mine

All that I get are fake signs of a boil

Until the sea quickly cools down again

Will the sea boil this time?

Will their actions get us to shore?

Or will their paddling

Bring us somewhere worse?

Stop dawdling

Bring me to a real home

And not a trash island on the sea

I've been doing poetry lately and it helps me get through some stuff (mainly by trying to find out how to describe problems) and I figured I'd do one on hoarding and spread awareness. Often times people see videos of people cleaning hoarder houses that have all sorts of trash and pests and it's always some old lady who owns it. Hoarders don't need to be old or feeble, their houses don't need to be at such extreme conditions to be bad, or to affect household mental stability, and more terrifying of all, they can have children living in the houses with them. Why don't they just, y'know, get a cleaning crew? Or why didn't DSS or CPS find out? Usually they're good at hiding it, and are scared to get help because they're afraid authorities will take everything away from them, or some can be afraid to let go of things. It can depend greatly. And if they have children, the authorities will take everything away that they love, aka the children. This, and many other reasons, are why you don't just call authorities on someone. Please if you know someone with a hoarder type situation, just be there to support them, help them decide what to keep or get rid of, and DON'T just call authorities or cleaning crews without their explicit consent and/or knowledge.

[rainbowrosegames]

A Surname of Shame

A poem by RainbowRoseGames

Some days I look at my name

I'd go and think

"I don't want to keep my father's surname"

Simply forgetting

Like how I forgot the humanity

That was once in their faces

An emperor doesn't get rid of his surname

He makes it so they don't see it the same

Even when your family

Loses all familiarity

You can change your own empire

Burn with fame and fire

They only love an artist's surname

For what they themselves accomplished

They point at their family and shame

For giving the artist a death wish

So when you see your name on paper

Build your empire over it's history

tumblr refuses to space my stuff CORRECTLY so thanks tumblr for that

[rainbowrosegames]

GAMERS... IT IS HERE.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-S0gMWBw64Lm1ZOLGu7CsghndhVMlehcgdiEp7ASfCY/edit?usp=drivesdk

THE FLIPPY ESSAY IN COMIC SANS!! tomorrow gonna submit this to my teacher

Disclaimer: DO NOT USE FOR YOUR OWN ASSIGNMENTS.

[rainbowrosegames]

I didn't care, I made the contract anyways, but I wasn't expecting it to be my own daughters paying for my immortality. Luckily, I had the best necromancers at my beck and call, and made immortality contracts on their behalf, killing probably some random peasants. Ever since then, my favorite daughter, Lian, was clinging to me more so that she wouldn't fall into any pits of despair. However, something was off with the normally more obedient one, yet still stupidly imperfect, Ellen. Sure, she still did a lot of paperwork for me and even killed some rebels for me like normal, but it wasn't just her half skeletal face that was making her seem more... Hurt, emotionless. There must have been something deeper, more sinister going on, I'm sure of it! That child has always been like a demon, ungrateful for all I do for her! Surely, she must be so ungrateful for me making her immortal!

“I will grant you a wish. BUT… your gain will be someone else’s loss. If you want riches, someone will be stripped of theirs. If you want health, someone will fall ill. If you want love, someone will get their heart broken. And whatever you choose, that someone will know your name.”

[rainbowrosegames]

The Minky and Satin Bird

An original poem by RainbowRoseGames

Every now and then, I visit the place

Where I used to live before

I look into their dirty mirrors to see my face

And I don't see as much despair anymore

As a free bird I can't help but feel

Like they should learn too how to be real

That bird of minky and satin ripped up at her seams

Abandoned with many sorrows and needs

Ignored by the one whom she needs the most

All while I must leave and not get too close

As a bird of the sky

I can only sing my freedom's song

As I fly high above her eyes

I know she won't listen along

She's stuck in her cage

All she feels is hollowness and rage

"Why the hell am I locked up here rotting?!"

Those words she's desperately screaming

She curses those around her who are real

She doesn't know how to breathe or feel

She's stuck in her bird brain

Convincing herself that she's helpless

Rapidly she goes further insane

She looks in the mirror thinking she's featherless

A monstrous bird locked up in her cage

Tries to bring me back to that place

Reaching out with frayed satin talons

Crocodile and human tears flowing by the gallons

What she feels is an echoed reality

She thinks she's under five times gravity

If only she would spread her wings

She could leave this awful place

Touch her feathers and focus on the feeling

It's just a two foot leap of faith!

The selfish falconer who stands behind it all

Never once had answered the birds' calls!

She, the last one remaining

Shut herself in saying she's never escaping

Like a Peregrine

She dives right in

To her pit of despair

I'll be hanging in my new tree

Waiting for her to fly back to clean air

Only she can ditch fabric for feathers

Only she can help herself to become free

Only she can make herself better!

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I'm sure we all know someone like this. Godspeed to those who know satin birds and those who do not realize they are satin birds

[rainbowrosegames]

Pitiful Deception

A poem by RainbowRoseGames

You cloud my mind with worry

The way you're in such a hurry

You don't behave normally

You prey on others without realizing

Ah, I'm not supposed to care about you

But I've seen in a similar view

Yes, we were victims of the same crime

You're a huge shadowy disappointment there

You bit me to just bones over time

You don't act with any visible care

You're such a monstrous demon, too clever

I'm not supposed to care about you ever

I just can't help but keep caring

It must be that I feel high when I keep on pitying

Am I an angel or demon like you?

Am I a victim or another abuser who's cruel?

Ah, I don't feel very righteous

When I see you bleeding in the snake pit

But I should really leave you like this

Or else you're gonna drag me back in!

You're a cruel monster from Hell

But your eyes show my pain as well

Am I crazy or are you innocent?

All you did was drain my energy I spent

All you did was devour and kill me

Ah, I'm not supposed to care about you, only me!

Caring about you is the worst mistake I'll make!

If I don't keep chanting

"You're no angel, just a convincing fake!"

I'll be tricked by holy light behind you glistening

Ah, I'm not going to care about you!

Your demonic nature is what I know to be true!

You walk with your father Satan every day!

You're irredeemable anyway!

I see the fear in your eyes like mine

I see you're stuck in your head and online

"You're" just a distraction

That's not the real you inside

Of that angelic flesh illusion

You're no pitiful dog, you're the devil haunting my mind

I can't help but love and hate you

Birds of a feather hunted for feathers in youth

You're just a sick taxidermy of my family

You've come to me for comfort as it's always been

The last tragic yet evil act in your long lost life

Before the devil kills the last light in your eyes!

made this in 10-20 minutes quality is probably bad im tired and ur gonna like it idfk and idfc

[rainbowrosegames]

The Sugar Crash of the Gluttonous Goddesses

A Poem By: RainbowRoseGames

TW: WEIGHT LOSS MENTION/THEMES, READ WITH DISCRETION

Disclaimer at the bottom to avoid spoilers.

Nothing is quite the same

Snapping out of a rose-tinted daze

Staring into the mirror

"I barely recognize her"

Oh, how I've let myself go

This isn't good for my health, I know

I dare not become like her

My beloathed anti-idol

Gorging on deathly desserts

Hardly able to be mobile

I dare not become my own nightmare

Glaring red eyes behind me with their stare

The demon that drags me down to depths

I'll fix this, take some deep breaths

My health is already not very sturdy

Reminded by every dessert I used to eat

Oh, how I'm like a plate that shattered

Simply having desserts isn't the same

The plate can't process the sugar it favored

I shan't let my glue crack and break

I dare not forget what they've done to me

The girl I now cannot be

I must keep on moving

To keep waking instead of sleeping

I must lose weight and learn

So that I don't become my own monster

That evil goddess is absolutely exemplary

I dare not become like her

All she knows is her own misery

A snake gorging on herself forever

Oh, if I don't wake up now

I'll be six feet underground

I understand this life is okay for other people

But I'll get buried under the church steeple

If I even begin living unhealthy

The cycle will come back to claim me

A brand new skeleton

That hardly got to live or to love

Added to the cycle's collection

As they wipe their tears with black gloves

I dare not give Ketoacedosis a chance to kill me

So I'd better run so I can stay free

From that shattered goddess on sugar highs

I dare not let that gorgeous goddess be better than I!

Oh, I must work hard to not be worse!

It's hard for a scarred up glutton's pancreas to work

I say godly status is not worth a body that hurts

And you're destined to become your own monster

This frosted halo above me is overrated!

It's better off shattered, scraped, and de-gilded!

*Disclaimer: this work is not meant to shame for weight, this is written in mind of an abuser who always took the path of despair and someone who does not want to be miserable like them, recognizing the patterns. This individual lives unhealthy and most importantly UNHAPPY with how they're living and unwilling to change. And I AM DIABETIC. This poem is written with diabetes risks in mind!

[rainbowrosegames]

I wake up in my room near the top of the tower I live in, on a sunny day, too sunny, really. It's another beautiful day, and it's time to get ready for work. My cream yellow fur in a mess, drool on the pillow, and a really bad morning breath. I go wash up on the other end of the room, brushing my teeth with a gentle brush that's wet, as to not file down my teeth. I went down a level in the tower and made some eggs in a pan, and made some toast in that magic toaster. "...I really need to get that fixed. It keeps jumping up and nearly hitting me with the toast." I say that to myself, knowing fully well that I won't, in fact, fix it. I can't be wasting my time on these things with my job, after all. It was my job to make some villainous schemes or else the heroes of Toontown would accidentally be "heroes" and "save us" from the good people in the council.

People have grown restless since the Cogs have been defeated for good, and it's been years since we started rebuilding and healing the lands they had taken over for their corporations, and the people are still full of too much energy. Honestly this job is my jam, but it's also a bit sad we need to do this.

"Welp, no need to sit here all grumped up and doing nothing," I had thought to myself as I got up to put my dishes in the sink and take a small plate upstairs for my familiar, Beanana. She was still asleep on her small little pillow that acted as a bed for her, on my nightstand. "Beanie, I got some juice and toast for you!" I called whilst nudging her slightly to wake her up. She slowly woke up, and took the food, saying a nearly-missed "Thank you."

I got to work on packing up my bags with my magic materials and tools whilst she ate. What would I do today? Perhaps make some kind of dessert stand that you could make dessert at and use some magic to make it all go haywire? Make the gags have a mind of their own? Maybe the best thing is to win a lot of kart races and have the people try to defeat me? It's really hard to know what would work for them.

Everyone is tired of playing the trolley, fishing, playing with their pets, gardening, golfing, racing, and throwing pies at each other. It just gets old over time, it's even boring choosing to volunteer to fix up the new playground areas where the Cog HQs were.

"Hey Beanie, should I get Rainbow to go on a rampage and rain down some fire and smash things today? I'm at a loss of what we can do." At this point Beanana is done with her food and also washing up a bit, as I finish up packing the last few things. I looked hopefully at her, and she dried her face off with a tissue and sighed in disappointment.

"Magical Banana, you know we shouldn't do any property damage. Especially if there would be big consequences on Rainbow, as it wouldn't be fair to her, even if it's work-related or not," She pauses to fly a little closer and continues "I think we should just make some kind of challenge or competition at the Estate, especially since it gives you a chance to pay Amethyst Cheetah for helping you take care of your house while you're here for work."

She brought up several good points and ideas, and has definitely helped me remember how glad I was that I made her my familiar. I realized that I sat there all too silently and gave a slightly panicked reply "Ah! Yeah, you're right. Let's do that, I have some materials in the house and lately we have express mail."

I'm gonna stop writing here I'm tired ahh

You live in a utopian society. Really. No dark secret plots or massive covered up horrors. In fact, it’s your job to stage conspiracies in order to give eager adventurers some “evil plot” to thwart to keep them from bringing down the benevolent ruler out of some misguided need to be a hero.