I Who Stands By Love's Edge (but Never Falls)
I who stands by Love's edge (but never falls)
All my friends are...falling in love,
and they can't seem to get enough
or they lose everything else,
for their blind love
(you fall too fast, too hard, too soon, too blindly, and all you'd be left with is pieces,
And I am the bystander that can't help but help pick up the shards.)
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wishing on the farthest star
It seems I am wishing on the farthest star
To achieve what I, alone have earned,
The destruction of what once was home,
seems like a faraway memory, instead of a tomb.
I miss the hunger-smells, and the deathless soil
lively and untouched by the tyrannical hand,
I should've known
that I was wishing on the farthest star
in this lonely night sky,
where family is torn apart at the seams,
and little stars burn out,
and big Suns explode.
I am the slow burning fuse planted 'neath the earth of my home
Ne'er did they find the core of the tick, tick, ticks of time burning,
For the final bow was inevitable,
and this home of ours was never meant to be,
I am this slow-burning fuse,
Forever, lay the scent of TNT.
...Now, the reminiscent stench of gunpowder,
Clings to my coat like an old friend,
that once stabbed me in the back some time ago,
I frown when this sweater of mine smells of cigarette smoke,
The last remaining memory from Before,
tainted with the poignant, lingering smell of who I have come to be,
I chose this path myself,
Please, do not follow me.
The Sun needs not the Moon
The Sun needs not the Moon,
For if the Moon in the sky had burned as bright,
How come it's canvas remains a pitch black sight?
For if the Sun needed the Moon,
How come it holds it's own,
How come the Moon only reflects the lambent wishes of the Sun?
But what if the Sun sees himself as the Moon,
And the Moon as the Sun,
If the Moon sees himself for what he truly is,
And the Sun so bright he basks in it.
The Sun needs not the Moon,
And the Moon knows this,
He prefers not to shade the Sun's light,
Would never want to reduce the hopeful rays to pathetic halos,
For halos cannot light up the world.
The Moon sees everything in the Sun,
And what the Moon brings is what the people believe as madness,
And truthfully, what he brings is darkness,
If the Sun may bring the people happiness,
If the Moon did not hold their best interests in his cold heart,
Then the Moon will fear not the day he leaves.
But what the Moon does not know,
The day that he fades away from even the Sun's view,
The Sun will weep, raining gold,
The Sun will feel...cold...
The Sun isn't meant to be cold.
(What used to be golden and anew, burst into fading light, and followed the Moon)
Please help Hanan and her family!
hi! as some of you know, about a year and a half ago, my beloved golden retriever Luke passed away from cancer. he was my very best friend. my mom and I had finally healed enough, so we got another golden retriever, Honey, and she is just the sweetest thing in the whole world—she’s practically Luke reincarnated. we haven’t had her long, but we are already enamored.
unfortunately, my mom came home from work recently and Honey was limping badly. she was taken to the emergency vet, and it was $400 just to have her be seen and ended up costing $600. she has a serious fracture in her hind leg. initially, we were told we may have to consider euthanasia, then we were told maybe just amputation. now they’re going to do a surgery to see if maybe they can save her leg. if not, amputation may still be on the table.
this initial surgery is going to be at LEAST $2,000. right now, those kinds of unexpected costs are just a lot for my mom right now, and I’m fresh out of college with not a lot of means to help her out financially. I know times are hard for everyone right now, but if you had even $5 to spare, I know it would help us out so much. I created a GoFundMe here, and my kofi is linked here. and if you can’t donate, even just a reblog, or a thought or prayer is much appreciated!
if you’re invested in my writing at all, you can shoot me a message showing you’ve donated and if you send me a little writing prompt, I’ll try to get it written for you as a thanks. I’m willing to write irondad, harry & sirius or remus, chris pike & jim kirk, ciri & geralt—basically any sort of parental relationship bc I have issues, whoops. if it’s something I haven’t listed, seriously just ask.
anyway, I’m so sorry to be doing this and I know everyone is struggling right now, my mom’s just been hit constantly with shit lately and I want to help her in any way I can.
(Honey is the one on the right, with her head tucked into her sister. 🥺)
Round does the wind blow
Through the thick forest brush
Through the iron and glass
Through the marsh and the damp
Through open expanse of blue
And through the body, of you, and of me.
This poem will not talk
About the silent pillow and sock
As slumber does not wait to tumble
Into indecipherable dreams and terrors
As fantasy blurs with what is real
And what is want,
What you need however,
Is not a taunt
Because the wind will speak
It will whisper, and howl
It will never be silenced
But not all the crowd
Will be able to hear it's pained speak
As the closed will become deaf
And the open become blind
Because the closed will not let the wind in,
And the open will not see the wind, or feel the wind, who it is, and who the cries of help belong to,
No empathy, much less sympathy, for the voices that go with the wind.
And so nature weeps in the drizzle
Screams in the thunder
And remains silent on gloomier days,
The days that feel silent and sad, are the days with no rain.
The wind was not heard, seen, nor felt,
And so it's secrets and it's voices
It's pains and it's emotions
It's sufferings and it's triumphs
Remain only in the unknown
The wind sung but was never heard.
Hello,
My name is Hanan, and I am reaching out from Gaza to seek your assistance for my brother Jihad. He is suffering from multiple chronic illnesses, including high blood pressure, diabetes, kidney failure, celiac disease, and osteoporosis, among various other complications. 🥺🥺 Unfortunately, he does not have access to direct support or adequate medical treatment. We kindly ask for your help in evacuating Jihad from Gaza so that he can receive the necessary medical care abroad. 🙏🙏
https://gofund.me/22862796
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DO NOT IGNORE THEM
Sweet Nothing
I stay in your cold embrace,
Arms right around me meant as a blanket, a home
But all it feels is like rope, tying my hands to my sides,
leaving aching skin and red
complaints behind,
And neither of us is happy,
I'm not happy so you're not happy
And you try to satiate me,
Pressing a face against me,
whispered sweet nothings mean nothing
To someone who is feeling numb,
To someone who lost love for who initiated this hug,
Sweet nothings are sweet,
But bite the tongue that eats and it bleeds,
Bitter iron spilling, you only wipe away the leak,
The corner of my lips betray me,
As I try on a smile like I would a new dress,
I don't like this one, it doesn't suit me
Live your lies like a little movie,
Love your regretted loathing like a drug,
I guess we'd just be both at fault here,
Both at fault yet no one stops,
The yelling becomes white noise
In this bleak and burdened union,
We're only wearing rusted rings, not diamonds but obsidian.
You kiss me goodnight, I say 'I love you' like one would say 'good riddance'
Your words candied words that I grind between my teeth,
Tearing to dust like a personal grudge,
And while I do that, in your arms I watch from afar,
you are mourning me like a lost love.
But I am still here, breathing and screaming
Too alive for someone who's discontent,
Too dead to be someone who once loved you,
We are both lonely, so no one wants to let go,
But what's the point of keeping company
If the other wants to let go?
And a friend once told me
Wise and weeping,
that sweet nothings mean nothing,
to someone who's fallen out of love.
Thinking of just making this a creativity dump account with fake blog RP entries of my characters or any characters I get inspiration for, possibly also art, all I know is that this will be a messy blog
“I honestly have no clue what they see in this vile "human" who thinks himself a "god" ”
- Me while ranting in my friends gc about a certain villain which parts of the fandom refuses to see as a villain, or excuse any of his actions for shits or because he is “hot”
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I am a mother from Gaza, living in harsh conditions due to the continuous shelling and powerful explosions. I have been forced to move from one place to another with my little daughter, Tia, who was born amidst this war. I need your help to buy a tent and supplies for her so we can be in a safe place. Please consider donating to support us in this difficult time. Help Tia; she deserves a better life. Thank you to everyone who offers their assistance! ❤️ #Gaza #ChildAid
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