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[theresidenteccentric-writes]

orpheus

a terrifying and mundane thing, love.

a subject of dewey-eyed artists,

soulful musicians and lovelorn

poets, such as my own self.

yet what a common word “love”

has become for the creator!

here i sit, a young dreamer

writing and writing and writing-

and pining, pining for a love

once thought to be out of reach.

terrifying, indeed! such a love

that is stronger than hatred,

stronger than death,

stronger than boundary itself.

a poet such as i knows this,

for she has studied the works before,

and learned well the word “love”.

but then, when i first laid eyes on you,

the word i had known only in poetry

was robbed of all its meaning, defamed.

what strength in this new “love”! 

and how strong, indeed, this love.

strong enough that it scared me just so.

yes, i was so terribly afraid, not of

you, but of that which you’d do;

for me, you have said before at night,

you would journey to hell and back.

scared as i, the young poet, may be,

even the vast heavens above know

that i would do the very same

for no one else but you.

and so this is the definition of “love”.

[theresidenteccentric-writes]

melpomene

ah, what little can be done

when one’s heart is aligned

with the deepest of blues?

the soft rain croons a song

of sweetened loss and pain,

joined in her chorus by the

pristine whisper of silver fog.

the sun does not shine here.

the tears of the sky form the

tears on the mask i hold dear.

such empty eyes! what emotion

is conveyed in such darkness!

and there, a mouth so downturned 

in despair, it nearly melts off of

the face to which it belongs.

a terrible sight, indeed!

and yet, my poor heart is stirred;

not by the sunlight that stirs others,

but by this tragedy before me.

ah, what little can be done

when one can see such beauty

in the bleakest melancholy?

[theresidenteccentric-writes]

"I asked ChatGPT-" well I asked the rain and it whispered its answer to me. I asked the grass and it sang its response. I asked the fog and was met with quite conclusive silence. I asked the wind and it chattered on and on. I asked the moon and she told me to ask myself.

And so I did.

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I am coming home.

I didn’t think much of coming home before. The end of travel meant nothing to me other than a conclusion to rest and relaxation.

That was before.

Before, when I was sure no one cared for me.

Now, someone’s waiting for me at home. Someone I love. Someone who loves me.

I am coming home to them.

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Though I was never “just right”

For anyone else I knew,

I seem to now be “perfect”

When seen from your point of view.

And if I made my shadows believe

That those words of yours were right,

I would lose the last of my darkness

And my heart would soon turn white.

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Tempesta

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Together

When you hold me like that

In your arms,

And you tell me that who I am

Is all you ever wanted,

I feel warm.

Hold me like that more,

Your fingers across my cheek,

Those big brown eyes

Staring back into mine.

It rocks me to my core.

Someday I could let myself be yours.

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Three hundred sixty five days.

We met for an instant,

We’ve talked for one year

Yet known each other a lifetime.

Were we aware of it at the time?

That one evening in the city?

That night in the halls of a school

Neither of us attended.

Playing it cool, looking pretty, we were

Uninvited guests that blended in fine

In our ink-coloured suits, shoes all shined.

The young night brought conversation

And music above the din, and in

That moment your eyes stared into mine

I felt my heart miss a beat. Did you feel it?

It was a break in the rhythm of the jazz piano

And the dim lighting. You leaned on the

Side of it and smiled at me, the shy girl

Standing in the corner, stumbling through

Conversations I had no interest in.

Brought on by chance, or maybe your glance,

I walked over to you, the boy with a smile

And eyes that made conversation worthwhile.

You told me we’d be great friends.

I smiled yesterday when I realized

You were right then.

And you still are right now,

Three hundred sixty five days later.

Well howdy howdy there, poetry people! You guys are all absolute geniuses, so I don't even have to tell you guys what day it is. I'm going to anyway though because it's fun for me and you can't stop me.

That's right, its time for another One-word poetry prompt!

I would like to give a very special thank you to @i-am-the-writer for suggesting this week's prompt Serendipity!

If you're new to the idea, we pick one word to base an entire poem off of. Then you tag me in the poem so I can reblog it and let others read your work!

This prompt speaks volumes to me, I've had my own serendipitous moments and the poem I've written for it is about one of those very moments with someone who means very much to me. We actually met twice! Once here on Tumblr, and then randomly in my work one day! We didn't even know we were in the same city, let alone the same state, and then there she was. She said she loved my poetry before I even said who I was, and then we figured out who eachother was! So serendipity is the name of the game here!

I can't wait to read everyone's poems!

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A Serendipitous Song

You stepped into my life like a cool breeze, gaining all of my focus for a moment in time

You were unsure of your words

I was unsure of their meaning

You sang your tales, poetic songs of love and longing

You sang your tales of a poet in the ether

Of a poet who stole your attention with his pen

A poet who stole your heart

How surprised I was to hear my name in your song

Serendipitous was the name of your song

It was beautiful and it carried my name

You came into my life like a warm drink, felt keenly and comfortably

You staved off frigid temperatures with only your words, unsure of their meaning as you were

You sang your love songs, tales of a favored poet somewhere in the vast cosmos, surely roaming amongst things far too distant to comprehend

Tales of a poet somehow standing just before you, his roaming and his searching leading to you and to what you offer

How surprised I was to hear my name in your song

How surprised you were to know I heard your song

Fortuitous was the name of your song

It was grand and it carried my name

You told me a man with my name spoke poetry into the world and stole important things from you, things this man would cherish

A man with my name stole more than your heart

Love was stolen from you

Was it serendipitous

Was it fortuitous

Was it anything but the single greatest mistake of my life

Was it anything but the end of a song

- J.Lamana

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[theresidenteccentric-writes]

I am string and silk in your hands,

As I have been in the hands of others before.

Seeing where the stitches lay,

You take note of where each rip is,

Where I’ve previously been opened and

Taken apart and built new, again and again.

I wait for the needle, not in fear,

But in dissonance, my expression placid,

My body steady, my heart heavy as I wait

To be ripped into and made different.

My eyes close and I brace myself, but,

You tear neither my seams nor my heart.

I feel the gentle patches you put over me,

Caressing me with utmost care and love,

So far removed from the possession I’ve felt.

You unravel not my body, but my heart,

And even when you kiss me, I do not flinch.

Your whisper to take care of me is your vow.

I can only hope you will uphold it,

But your word, like your love, is strong.

Hey there all you wonderful party people and poetry pals! I hope you're all doing absolutely fantastic! I know I am, because it is that time again! That's right, the One-word poetry prompt strikes back! One word to rule them all, One word to find them, One word to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them! Or some such, I've been awake too long.

Anyhow, without further ado, I would like to announce this week's one word writing prompt, Unraveling!

This bad boi was suggested by the wonderful @myharshwordspoetry !!! Thank you so much for suggesting such a great prompt!!! Yall give her some love!!!

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Unraveled

You unraveled me

Thick bands tightly constricting, keeping all inside

Every anguish

Every joy

Everything that made this clock keep ticking

All of my secrets laid bare

Your soul spoke in ways both louder and more soothing than any other

Your soul knew mine better than most

Your soul knew mine in ways I dared not allow

You unraveled me

Was it just to see how far you could permeate my being

Was it just to see what lies behind the wrappings

Was it just to see what made me tick

You built me in ways I could not fathom

In ways these calloused hands did not know

Fed me your secrets and your smiles

Your anguish and your joy

Wrapped me in your thick bands I called home

Constricting me tightly, warmly

I'm sure you meant to tie the wrappings, held firmly in your hands

I am sure you did

I reassure myself

You unraveled me

- J.Lamana

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[theresidenteccentric-writes]

Pulse: For Someone I Secretly Love

You're warm, firelike You glow, flickering and gentle But you hurt to touch, it's dangerous But being with you keeps me alive

The cold shrinks back in fear From the wave of heat you give The ice melts, the snow retreats, And the wind's incessant howl stops

You know I am an isolate, So you dance your fingers across mine And you hear my shallow breathing stop, as if You've never held my hand before

It's not intimate, far from it. We're sitting there, hand in hand, together Anyone can see us, anyone can say something But my focus is only on your pulse

It's not intimate, and yet still I'm shivering as if I'm freezing, or scared But you stop me, your hands moving up To wrap around my back and pull me in closer

You know I rarely let myself feel So I decide to give in and melt into you, Placing my head on your shoulder, I feel Your silent laugh against my skin

It's not love, we're not calling it that yet We're not ready for feelings, for risk or reward But we are ready for touch and comfort and All the silent ways love makes itself known

You're warm, firelike And you melt me like February's frost, And even if it's dangerous, I'll trust in you, Because being with you keeps me alive

Hello poetry people! It is that time again! I am very excited to be revealing the newest One-word poetry prompt!

Without further ado, the prompt this time is Skin! I'd like to give a special thank you to @butwhyareyoureyessosad for coming up with such a great prompt!

If you're new to the idea, we come up with a single word to base an entire poem off of. You would then tag me in the poem so I can reblog it and let others read your work! Thank you!

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Skin

Your skin

So soft and beautiful

It holds something wonderful inside

If only I could somehow slip through it and find what wonders make your soul so alluring

My skin

Etched with lies and broken things

It holds something terrible inside

If only I could peel it away to find what rot makes this soul so loathsome

Perhaps if I could touch you our skin would meld

Perhaps what lives in you could be enough to excise the rot

The many broken things etched into me

The terrible paintings on my canvas

Perhaps they could be filled

Could be washed away

Perhaps I would mirror you

Your skin

So soft and beautiful

- J.Lamana

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[theresidenteccentric-writes]

Detonation.

Trigger thinner than a hair,

Slowly and softly, it ignites itself

At random, and I never can tell

What might happen when time

Runs out and I find myself facing

The inevitable outcome of my actions?

Who can ever truly say for sure

If that spark that begins this reaction

Is inherently good or bad?

I will only find out, it seems,

Once it all combusts in a flash of flames.

...I can feel my skin already beginning to burn.

Hello everyone! It's that time for another one-word poetry prompt! Well, to be fair, my watch is broken and it says it's always time for a one-word poetry prompt, but I dig it, so I'm going to do it!

Without further ado, this time the prompt is Spark. A special thank you to @peepeepoopoo3d for coming up with such a great prompt!

If you're new to the idea, we make an entire poem based off of one word. You would then hopefully tag me in it so I can reblog it and let others read your work!

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Spark

A spark ignited

Burning flames awaking a long dormant beast

Perhaps enough to burn away the rot in this soul

A spark tingling

Electricity in these finger tips painting maps along your skin, so I will not lose my way

A spark ignited

Burning away, fueled with rage

Perhaps enough to incinerate this soul and all within it, left barren

A spark tingling

A prelude of whats to come, violent energies wreaking havoc on all in its path

Sparks led to warmth

Sparks led to flames

Raging fires burned my maps to you

Sparks led to light

Light leads to shadow

Long days spent in shadow leads to light too blinding

Sparks burned much in this soul

Long days in shadow, light too blinding for these weary eyes, one needs a guide

A hand extended

Warmth in its touch

Not burning

Electricity in these fingers

Tingling excitement

Not violent

A spark ignited

- J.Lamana

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[theresidenteccentric-writes]

The gears no longer shine like they used to.

I'm no longer a beautiful work of the mind,

Nor am I some "genius", some perfect image.

My head slumps forward with a screech of metal,

Resting on the table like a dead man's.

One hand is outstretched, empty, the gold faded.

The other is curled tightly around a single slip of paper.

"I fear all is lost. Salvage what you can, if you can."

Script neat even at the end of my "life",

If my period of existence can even be classified as such.

Perhaps you'll find me shined and polished again soon,

Smiling and golden, lively as a wind-up toy.

Perhaps I'll rust completely, and this will be my "death".

As I've heard others say, "Time will tell".

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Late night panic writing, read at your own discretion, I used this font because the voice said so, I'm sorry in advance.

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Well... here goes nothing!

In no particular order:

Fall of the Dream Prince (Original work, not posted)

Nightmare Logic (Original work, posted in bits)

Fight to Remember (Original work, kind of a crapshoot, not posted)

Unusual Incidents (Original work, posted, trying to continue it)

She Came From The Sea (2 OC backstories for Identity V)

Winner Winner (OC backstory for Identity V)

Untitled Danganronpa Spin-Off (Danganronpa Fangame I started in September and kinda forgot about but might continue sometime)

Festival Play (Unfinished play I was writing for a festival entry, discarded, restored, and left unfinished. After reading it over I kind of want to try completing it...)

I have no idea who to tag so if you see this... have fun with it!

got my tag from @alamochaaa-a !

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips I don't know enough people for this ngl

decadence in the delirium (ranpo x reader)

two-way sheut box (aesop x reader)

infomercial for the nonexistent (luca x reader)

self-affliction (philippe x reader)

call me back when you get this (yukito x reader)

kerosene tastes awful good to those with a seasoned tongue (florian x reader)

saint to nowhere (original work)

figments (original work)

aku fic stuff (akutagawa x reader)

midnight rice (original work)

kusuriuri fic stuffs (kusuriuri x reader)

for given (original work)

green beans and barley (original work)

idk who to tag 😭😭 uhhhh @soutsuji @concerete-hooves @hnnnnnnnm @v0idprince IDK OPEN TAGS GO HAM

[theresidenteccentric-writes]

Shima-Enaga

For Someone I Will Always Love

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You, with your pure white wings Like pieces of the clouds, fly Above the colourless town. You are graceful and dainty, Beloved by all who see you, Talked about and praised as if  You were an angel, a blessing.  I wonder if you know this?

Your eyes reflect the world and The love you have been given, The love you now give to others With a smile and a turn of your head. You are a purity, not yet tainted by Resentment, by prejudice or the like. You rise up, you rise above it all, In your own untouchable world.

There are some who would cage you, Some who would catch you and Clip those hopeful wings of yours. There will always be those people.

And then there are the people you chose, Myself and others, the ones you Fly to, the ones you sing to, and The ones who sing back, in harmony with you.

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[theresidenteccentric-writes]

...So, seems as though I've hit a milestone.

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I have woken up, albeit slowly, from that fog.

I forced myself, it was not of my own volition.

I cannot sleep through the night when I'm wired to

Stay awake, reprogramming myself with every

Sip and every pill and every pinch of my skin...

Ah, how much more of these substances must I use

Until my heart once again beats normally

And my mind finally clears itself for good

And I ultimately wake up from these nightmares?

How much more must I put my pathetic body through

Until I'm restored to what I can pretend is "good health"?

How much more can I take until I break and crumble to dust?