Some poetry from my writing page ^^
"Why are you being so sensitive" My mother would say I am not being sensitive I am showing emotion
I do not speak out when spoken to Afraid of the actions of those around me It doesn't matter if it is good or not It will always set me on edge
I tremble in fear and anguish Anxiety eating at me like a virus Or like humans Feeding off of the drama around them
They go back and forth Leaving my mind going in spirals Downward into Tartarus The place that my goddess mind has turned into.
A place of fear A place of stillness A place of never ending despair
Now I'm starting to realize, Oizys Why you are the way that you are
Poison: It’s dark in here
Juliette: Don’t worry babe I got this
Juliette: *Stomps her feet*
Juliette: *Skechers light up*
Poison: I should have expected that
Hello lovelies. I spent a bit of time remaking my playlist for my ex lover. The songs are in a certain order for a reason.
We are on neutral terms! HOWEVER
They are an amazing liar. And I happen to know when they're fucking lying to me. So...these next few poems...Will be how I really feel and what I know.
Stay tuned
I sit on my bed, crying for another night. I’m curled up around my giant black bear, Isadora got me for my birthday. It still smelled like her. “My Isadora…” My cries grow in volume, burying my face into the bear’s soft fur. “Vivienne.” I hear a knock at my door and I almost instantaneously change my facial expression and my mood entirely. “Yes?” He opens the door and makes eye contact that I can’t break. “Sir.” I bow my head respectfully. He sits on my bed, making me look at him. “What’s wrong.” I shake my head.
“Nothing.” I cross my arms but I end up holding my stuffed animal tighter. “Let it go and throw it away.” My eyes widen. “No.” My voice is stern and full of venom. “You’re blaming yourself about Isadora’s death.” I look away from him. “Can we not talk about that.” He snaps his fingers twice making me look at him. “We are going to talk about that.” I sigh, sitting up, bringing the stuffed animal with me. “What do you want.” I cast him a hard glare and he just smiles and shrugs.
That’s my father, sly as a fox when he wants to be. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” He says brushing a thin strand of hair from the way of my face. “Now, what’s wrong?” I sigh, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind my ear. “I regret it…” He looks up, “Regret what, princess.” I glare at him, “Queen.” I roll my eyes, “I regret loving her.” He tilts his head, keeping eye contact. “You shouldn’t regret that, Vivienne.” I throw my hands up, “Well I do! I got her killed!” My father grabs my hands, holding them looking me in the eyes.
“Don’t regret love. Love is powerful even if I hurts.” I tug on his hands. “Sir, I got her killed do you not understand?” He tugs my hands, “Don’t call me Sir when we’re having Father-Daughter time.” I nod, averting my gaze. “Look at me.” I make eye contact with him and he tilts my head up. “It is not your fault, princess. You can’t control everything.” I don’t mean too but I raise my voice a bit. “I got her killed! You said that people like us shouldn’t love. I should have listened…” He runs a hand through my hair.
“I was angry and heartbroken when I said that.” I roll my eyes, “When are you aren’t?” He sighed, “You loved someone and you lost them. I know how that feels but it’s not your fault.” I raise my voice again, this time meaning to. “Yeah, it’s their fault for falling for us. They’re fools for doing so. As you said, it’s not my fault.” I growl under my breath. “I was angry when I said that! What do you not understand?” He started to yell, and I did right back.
“I understand everything! I understand that you are so full of yourself that you can’t take the blame for something I did and won’t let me take the blame for what I did on my own!” I yank my hands from his. Taming the anger on his face, he sighed rising from my bed. “Pull yourself together. We have things to do.” He closes the door before giving me a second to respond. I bury my face in the fluff of the stuffed animal and scream. “Quit that!” I hear my father yell before I hear the slam of another door.
“It’s going to take everything in my being not to come up to him one day in slap him in his face.”
2022 is the year of gay sex
Wyst and Asra are on yet another midnight walk. They talk about completely nothing as they stroll down the sidewalk of San Francisco, California, beneath the street lights. the two of them have identical ghost-boards in hand. Asra drops his board in the middle of the road, preparing to jump on it.
Does he not see that car?!
"Asra! Car!"
He doesn't move in time but the ethereal being acts on instinct. They drop their board and dart into the road in a gentle pink light. They push the boy out of the road just in time. But the boy's board shatters at the wheel of the car.
"Fuck! My board!" "Dude, you almost died!" "I know, but my board!"
The etheral being pushes the goddess boy. "I am so tired of your shit," they say with a slightly worried look. "I'm sorry." Asra finally says. Wyst sighs before looking at him. "It's cool, just...be careful, dude." He nods, looking down.
"Take my board, I'll buy a new one." "Thanks!"
He smiles softly before dropping it down on the sidewalk. He skates beside Wyst and they start talking nothing again. Things go silent for a moment.
"What would you do without me?" "Get hit by a car probably."
Song: Lunchbox Friends by Melanie Martinez
That's why my 2022 started off depressing.
the title of the last song you listened to is how ur 2022's gonna go
Medusa: Afternoon, ladies.
Aphrodite: Hay~
Medusa: Nope. I'm leaving
*Medusa walks out of the locker room.*
Aphrodite: Why did she leave?
Arachne: Because she doesn't like you and nor do I. So~ Imma bounce.
*Arachne exits the locker room.*
Aphrodite: You're not going to leave...Right?
Athena: I was going to when Medusa walked in but I'm not so you're fine.
Congratulations to our girl!
We love you, Maggie!
Congratulations on winning best performance as Lady Alcina Dimitrescu in Resident Evil Village, Maggie Robertson! You deserve it!
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Bubbles are seen as portals to another realm. They can be used as a mirror. A window into the future or the past. Bubbles are magic. But they are rare to contain and keep. Pop one, and you dissappear into whatever bubble realm you popped. The thing is…once you are in a bubble…you can’t get out.
My aesthetic says Goth. But how I act is totally different. I look and sound intimidating as fuck but I'm not unless I need to be.
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