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my last post of the year<3

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I have to share this because its so fucking stupid.

I was having a conversation tonight with my SIL about something (I don't even remember WHAT it was about) and I was trying to think of a band name and THIS is all that kept coming into my head.

The band? Sleep Token.

Help.

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Lmaoooooo I didn't get the internet until 2008.

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Brass In Silver

Today I saw a tuba for the first time in my life In a lull amongst the chorus It fell into my eyes In lifting them from order I looked upon the hall My gaze did settle 'pon her That girl, she was so small Beside her stood a tower That case upon the floor It held me with its power It filled me up with awe That shining rim of silver That glowing disc of light Today I saw a tuba For the first time in my life

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Vulnerability

What is this little feeling, that I cannot leave behind? This hollow strangeness in me, this void within my mind? A certain empty lives here, its shape too new to know, It mists itself right through me, like gently falling snow, Try to catch it and examine, try to learn what shape it takes, It slips right through my fingers and so sullenly it aches, This thing I can't identify, this pain I can't quite name, Feels everywhere and nowhere and evades me like a game, Though deep down if I'm honest and reflect upon my heart, Some little glow's now home there, a tiny fragile spark, And from it's grown this feeling that surges in the night, This pleasant pang I cling to, that I hold and wrap up tight, A newly empty space that I'm aware of when you're gone, It lingers in my memory from the dusk right through til dawn, It follows me down hallways, it gathers in the rooms, In sunlight and in shadow, in daytime and in gloom, Its surely not quite lonely, specifically its you, The absence here is noted, although its all quite new, I'm not sure when this started, when it truly came to be, But I often think about you when you're not right here with me, The times we are together sharing laughs and games and food, Or staying up past sunset in an endless talking mood, Or getting off a call when we've confirmed its time for bed, Then laying there till midnight texting back and forth instead, And wishing I was with you for a moment more each day, I don't want to put the phone down - we can talk all night, okay? And I know that this sounds crazy to be bothered by this stuff, But I really must admit here that three hugs is not enough, Yet I feel so frail and fragile, you could break me with a breeze, With a single word I'd crumble from your arms down to my knees, Down my spine I feel it sliding, that ice cold flow of fear, That chills me when I want to say I'd love to let you near, 'Cause vulnerable is danger and the words die in my throat, So I'll put them in my poetry, unsaid but not unwrote, To summarise these feelings that are swelling from my heart, I must admit this longing that was not here at the start, This wish to just be with you all day and all night long, I worry its too early and that feeling this seems wrong, I worry what you'll think if would I say these words out loud, Not quite ready to speak clearly with my head held high - unbowed, So I'll mumble them on paper 'til I find the scrap of strength, That unknits my throat for speaking and unbinds me from its length, And I finally have the courage to share what I now know's true, There's a little spark I'm shelt'ring and it says that I miss you.

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ah yes i figured it out apparently

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Sunrise

This peace within my heart has banished all my strife, Now I'm sitting by the window and looking out at life, The trees are swaying gently, limbs waving in the breeze, And dancing 'fore the skyline, the fluttering of leaves, The wind is cool and gentle, like a lovers' fingertips, Caress my cheek and jaw now, softly graze my lips, I close my eyes and focus on this earthly healing hand, As it whispers in my ear a little love note from the land,

Then I lift them to the heavens, to the little peeks of blue, So deep it makes my heart ache with a feeling not quite new, And clouds float by of every shade from pure white through grey, Rolling gently over as they have these past few days, Then once upon a heartbeat, 'tween every other thought, They open up to show me what my gaze has always sought, The brilliant burning sunlight that warms my smiling face, It captures every moment as it holds me in embrace, And its sheafs of buttery sunlight scatter all throughout the trees, Like a thousand gold mosaics in their stained-glass canopies, Then great drops of this blessing fall and scatter all around, Dripping down to grass and flowers as it splatters on the ground, And then the wind does give a little extra gusty push, The trees and scrub start dancing, silent music in the bush, The currawong that's been there on the ghost gum's crooked limb, The tree that none will nest in, but he's perched there on a whim, He turns his head on sideways, and that beady golden eye, Regards me for a moment, 'fore he gives a tuneful cry, Then another 'cross the wetland answers back a heartfelt song, And surely dozens more then lend their voices to the throng, He cocks his head again, fixing me with that long stare, Then he spreads his glossy wings and leaps from branch to air, He flies across the clearing, soaring high above the trees, And the others sing in welcome as he sails in on the breeze, The sun is setting soon here, the cool air's turning chill, The magpie's joined the singing, the lorikeets are shrill, And other birds are calling, a dozen kinds at least, On the wing they're flying and on the ground they feast, But soon the night will fall here and the sun replaced with stars, And the clamour of these voices will give way to distant cars, And sounds of freight trains rumbling 'tween platforms in the dark, While the birds are sleeping soundly in their nests around the park, And the possums creep and climbing as they bound from tree to tree, Their graceful acrobatics barely lit enough to see, By the soft and silvery moonlight that comes peeking 'tween the cloud, But the night wind spreads them o'er and the sky they soon enshroud, And apon the crooked branch of that old ghost gum 'cross the street, My eyes fall on a frogmouth whose position's not discreet, For her plumage soft and speckled's great for hiding in plain sight, But when sitting on a tree that is a beacon in the night, She's not exactly hidden or difficult to spot, Though she thinks herself invisible, she certainly is not, And I sit here by the window now the world has all turned dark, Look and listen to the earth turn and what sounds come from the park, Feel this peace inside just settle, going deeper every day, I know I can come and sit here, no matter what comes my way, And bask within warm sunlight, or revel in the breeze, Or listen to birds singing, see them flying through the trees, Enjoying every moment of clouds rolling 'cross blue skies, And as dusk does settle gently, watch the moths and dragonflies, I can sit here by the window, watching day turn into night, And then stare up at the universe with brilliant old starlight, I'll enjoy these little moments that I sample from the world, The quiet joy of nature, like a flower just unfurled, So no matter what might happen now I've chosen how to live, I'll savour every moment that this life to me will give, I'll run and dance and hop and skip and swim and journey too, Together or alone I'll live this life until its through, I'll hope and dream and maybe if I'm lucky I'll find love, Some things I'll make happen, but others will need a shove, I'll hold these hands so dearly than their owners ever know, And some pried from my grasp by fate while others I let go, No matter where I am I'll carry this within my heart, These little quiet moments, immortalised in art, And every once again, when the whirlwind starts to ease, I'll come sit by this window, let the world restore my peace.

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apparently i cant fkn post my poetry wtf tumblr

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DO YOU KNOW THIS CHARACTER?

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Wanderlust

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Sunrise

Its been dark here for a while, the midnight sky is cold, The ghosts of old decisions lay lightly 'cross my soul, Those stars so dim and distant, have brightened up the night, The moon bursts through the treetops, beaming with delight, And suddenly my chest feels so unburdened from the weight, Those shadows that had home here now begin to dissipate, The clouds break o'er the mountains and stretch across the sky, Wind rustles through the treetops and those leaves begin to fly, The horizon starts to lighten and the birds awake to sing, The magpie babes are crying, parents taken to the wing, Then from the far horizon, the brilliant golden sun, My heart bids it warm welcome, a new day has begun, Its rays reach through the bushland, parting every tree, Stretching 'tween the branches, warming everything I see, It touches every stick, every stone lit by a sheaf, It caresses every petal, it kisses every leaf, Every insect, every critter, they are all warmed by this light, Every bird and bee and dragonfly arise and then take flight, They soar above the treetops and bank on rising air, Full of hope and happiness, not a stress and not a care, And with this painted picture of brilliant warm sunlight, I must tell you of this feeling that fills me up tonight, Its small and it is fragile, but if nurtured it will grow, It will bloom and it will blossom and it warms me with its glow, There's a tiny twinge of fear, wrapped up in disbelief, That this all might just work out, that this sunshine isn't brief, But I must push down those doubts, bury them within the dirt, Wash them 'way with rain and storms, and render them inert, For right now I'm filled with hope for what this could become, I am living in the moment, and by god I'm having fun, And so I'll reach my hand out, let the hesitation die, So far it all seems perfect, I'll be damned if I don't try, To push through all the worries and take your hand in mine, See where we lead each other, and how we spend our time, It could be fun and friendship, found family or more, Lets go on an adventure, lets journey, lets explore, Lets paint, lets sing, lets dance, lets see if we might fit, Like pieces of a puzzle that's been missing one last bit, And who know if it works out, cause 'maybe's all I've got, But 'maybe' turns to 'never' if I don't dare shoot my shot, So here's to the tomorrows, to sunset and sunrise, Here's to hope, here's to joy, here's to finding this surprise, And if it doesn't happen, if there simply is no spark, Thanks for lighting up my mornings, my evenings and the dark.

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wtf I haven't posted anything since november prepare to be poetry sdpammed

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LMFAO HOW IS 'BRAT' WORD OF THE YEAR???

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nevermind i had the dumb and clicked the cat on the boop-o-meter ooooooooooooops

who wants to be my 1000th boop

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who wants to be my 1000th boop

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We’ll have to do dinner Thursday night instead.

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RIP to whoever's at the top of my feed. Y'all will know VIA getting boop-camped.

mutuals, non-mutuals, ops of years old posts, you can all catch these paws