Welcoem to posts!!
in the future - u will be able to do some more stuff here,,,!! like pat catgirl- i mean um yeah... for now u can only see others's posts :c
your name stitched itself to mine,
tight stitched,
grinning.
the world tilted,
shaking,
but we held on—
feet in the sand,
heads in the citrus-colored hum,
of something quite real,
sweeter than honey.
and i believed you,
Who could not?
Her breath is the space between storms,
the pause before the lightning.
It stays with you,
even when she’s gone—
a taste of salt and memory,
dissolving in your lungs
until you start wondering
If you dreamed it all.
the air holds onto her,
like it doesn’t want to let go.
She speaks.
soft wind through pine trees,
The most beautiful eyes in the world,
two eclipses sipping rust,
flickering like film left in the sun too long—
full of questions that already know the answers.
we floated—
not up,
but sideways,
into a place
where nothing hurt,
and the light
tasted
like us.
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There’s you…
It’s hard to believe we’re made from the same blueprint—
the same web of guts, bone, blood, and skin.
Seemingly cut from the same cloth,
And yet, you're something else entirely,
Fully and meticulously crafted,
Glowing as if lit from within.
You’re sculpted, elegant, effortless,
like the word beauty just fell from the sky and landed in your bones.
And then there’s me—
a thing that lingers in the periphery,
not enough to send them running,
but enough to make them shift uncomfortably,
like the faintest, most unpleasant odor—
present, there, but easy to ignore if you try hard enough.
I’m not the kind of ugly that shocks,
that drives them away with a sharp recoil—
something harsh, something that cuts,
No, that would be power.
But I’m the kind that sticks with you, quietly.
The kind that makes them avert their gaze,
move a little faster when they pass me by,
like they’re afraid I might somehow cling to them,
like smoke,
as if ugliness itself might stain them,
mark them with some invisible residue.
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But then again, it's hard to believe he doesn't, either.
The problem of suffering. Is it as easy to blame it all on sin?
Then again, would you respect a shooter's freedom of right to shoot someone? Give them a gun & and say - "go ahead, make your choice."???
And in that, aren't you taking out other person's free will??
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It's very hard to believe that god exists
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Seed from a thousand others drip down from within
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I'll be the drought that cracks the Earth,
And the flood that drowns it,
A million pound heavy foot,
That looms over you,
A disease, a knife, an infection,
Swallowing everything in its wake,
With unrelenting, unending huger.
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Everyone’s hooked on this idea of "getting on,"
like there’s some sacred standard to meet,
something shiny and perfect,
like it’s carved in stone and you’re supposed to kneel before it.
Guess what? If that were the truth,
we’d all be living in some kind of fairytale paradise,
but look around—it’s a mess.
It’s not the chaos dragging us down,
it’s the lack of guts to push back against it,
this blind obedience to the same tired routine.
That’s what’s dooming everything.
The world’s a circus,
and it’s packed full of clowns,
all puffed up with self-righteousness,
too blind to see they’re the joke.
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Can only hope these are growing pains & not dying ones
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