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  • What is poetry but a fancy way of saying
    “I love you in a way we will only hope to describe”?
    What is art but a fancy way of showing
    “Your beauty is unparalleled, save for Aphrodite herself”?
    I might be Achilles.
    I might be Patroclus.
    You will never know.
    I guess I should touch on it here, in this foreword
    Put forward, a jumble of sounds I think is
    pretty,
    And hope you do too.
    The theme of
    ❤️love❤️ and strife, then the connection and war between, was an allusion
    To some Greek philosopher named Empedocles.
    Something about the elements and their isolation and lack thereof.
    Something only someone smarter would understand.
    I am lying in the ditch, and you are too.
    Only difference is that I’m looking at the ✨
    stars✨,
    And you’re listening to me describe them.
    I doubt I will ever know
    What people mean when they say
    This world is
    kill, or be killed,
    But I refuse to become a
    murder.
    The thumping of the piano keys,
    While I sit in the
    sun’s warmth,
    Playing with my toys,
    Feels like home,
    And I think my legs have
    forgotten
    The way to get back there.
    Chaos followed by calm waters,
    Serenity followed by shambles,
    Writing followed by reading,
    Poetry followed by art,
    Love followed by strife,
    Connection followed by war,
    Me followed by you,
    You followed by me,
    A letter written to you,
    A response composed by you,
    A description of how important you happen to be,
    I’ll let you in on a secret:
    The human experience was supposed to be last.
    A falsity was written first.
    I was never supposed to be a poet.
    But here we are, I suppose.
    The most beautiful parts of the human body
    Are the collar bone, and shoulder blades.
    The collar bone, the
    gate
    To the garden we call a neck,
    Decorated with
    roses where kisses should go,
    And the shoulder
    blades, trimmed wings
    Tied up in skin in a way that reminds us
    That we are flightless
    angels, doomed to walk with our feet.
    They are chains, to the
    ground, to love, to being human.
    Or more importantly, to
    not being an angel.
    Rewrite the story but once, only to fix typos, never ideas.
    What is the story?
    Explain it to me once more please, no matter what you say, I just can’t wrap my head around it.
    Is there something
    wrong with me?

    I hope not, for both our sakes.
    Silent Child
    Silent Child
    Honestly, that's fair. But the story could have a purpose other than one viewpoint. So though someone may take "murder is good" from the story, someone else could understand it's entertainment. Or another could believe something else entirely like the power of friendship triumphs all. It really depends on how you relay the messages and which one people choose to believe.


    This made a lot more sense in my head, lol
    BackSet
    BackSet
    So basically Death of the Author, right?
    Silent Child
    Silent Child
    Essentially, yes
    Here I am.
    Do your worst.
    Become everything evil.
    Become the only good.
    Become a Shakespeare or a failure.
    Do your worst.
    I’ll bear it.
    Your destiny is in your hands, I put it there.
    The ⌛older⌛I get,
    The more I appreciate🎵music🎵
    I’m thankful to have something that can 💧drown💧out
    The 💭thoughts💭 in my head
    On 💻command💻
    Darling, can’t you see?
    The beauty in the mirror is your reflection.
    It’s your own achievements,
    It’s you.
    If you don’t like it, then change it.
    If you do like it, then why don’t you like yourself?
    Stop looking down.
    If you need somewhere to get lost,
    My eyes are a good part to start.
    sen, you failed to publicly reaffirm if you continue live or not for a while.

    here's a cake for you.

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    (You can send the 58 skull payment to me directly using Parcelforce or Eurosender only)
    Ezina-Kusu
    Ezina-Kusu
    hmmmmmmmmm, i suppose i can give you the long term servitude discount... but then you've been so distant as of late. Ok fine, but just this once. 48 Skulls it is, you have till Friday.
    Silent Child
    Silent Child
    As you wish. *Epically identifies that today is Tuesday* that's... 3 days... Easy enough
    Ezina-Kusu
    Death is a scary thought,

    Not because I’m afraid of what comes next
    But because I’m afraid of leaving behind what I love
    And finding joy in something new.
    I never want to betray what’s dear to me.
    I never want to be a bad person.
    I never escape the feeling that I’m not enough.
    I’m nowhere close
    And I can’t help but feel that I’m a thousand-pound weight
    Pulling you down to the ocean floor with me.
    _Yua Watanabe_
    _Yua Watanabe_
    how very depressing mi Amor
    is it wrong to pick up girls in a dungeon anime girl GIF by HIDIVE
    But maybe they'd rather be the side character than the hero.

    Let the dragon live.
    This life is about love, not anger.
    Yes, a sword may lay beside my nightstand,
    But a pen lies on my desk.
    I suppose it is time for me to ask the age-old question:
    Which is mightier?
    The gunshot?
    Or the keystroke?

    My solution is neither:
    To make something, you first have to ruin something else.
    When I put ink to paper,
    Sure, a beautiful world pops out of it,
    But it lies on the grave of silent perfection.
    All I ask is that you smile.
    I only get so many days to love you,
    Don’t overthink it, dear,
    I just want you happy.
    Don’t smile for me,
    Smile because you feel it.
    Don’t smile for me,
    Smile for you.
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