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Bettanu: Autumnbound

September creeps in As the summer’s wearing thin A new season’s found Early comes the dark As I wander through the park Leaves upon the ground Watch the hands of time As they ring the bells that chime We are autumnbound - SMP 🧡🍂

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This happens with so many of my little games that I play to chill on my phone while listening to music. Darn those noisy ads!

no because apps turning off my music is lowkey offensive. i take that personally.

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I am a damaged bag of feathers flying

On an unforgiving wind

& every moment I am dying

While I also try to mend

A delicate animal, trapped in a snare

Appealing for mercy and love

I am a bruise, I am a tear

I am a broken-winged dove

I wish that I were stronger

That I could heal on my own—

Every time takes a bit longer

Sometimes I feel so alone

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My star looked down on me tonight,

And I smiled back,

Just as the sun was setting.

"I won't need you tonight," I said

With a cheerful wave.

"Everything is just lovely.

"I can't wish upon a star

When every wish

Is already granted! My life is perfect.

"But don't forget me as you twinkle -

My childhood dreams…

Memories of them shine in you."

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Do you have any poems? the trees beg. Don’t you have any at all? 

the quiet air rubs at your skin like a balm and a bullet and you hate yourself.

for not loving it back. 

for not taking September between your hands and kissing her slowly 

for looking at her with dumb desperate eyes 

gasping I’m sorry, I’m sorry, im sorry

and pushing away her caresses.

I do not know how to love you and I am 

nothing but a fire someone forgot to put out 

clinging, dying, fitfully alive. if I sit still 

I will become an loamy animal. scratching.

searching in the leaves for something better —

you take september’s fingers; slide her hand 

down your ribs. do you feel the lump? that

is a heart. and I think mine

is breaking. 

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crow singing along to flute music

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Hanger tangle

it's just a hanger it's just a hanger

it's just a hanger

it's just a

mantra

for when they get tangled and my frustration

rises to the actual boiling point and

sometimes

a hanger or two has to die to satiate my fury

@poppiesandpromises

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i.

the end of the day like the last stop of a train, the sun too  is on its way out of sight,

past the horizon with its  dusk and all the stars.

ii.

tomorrow is a window onto hope, growing like a flower in soil gently tilled,

like the way you are gentle flow  and ebb, between here and now, there and soon… and in between 

the pages tucked, feather light  the mark you booked — through all the cracks, 

the shimmering edge of everything  disappearing into this… a halo  of softness, what is an angel anyway 

but a disguise… for all the places  you didn’t look, some being  holds the torch quietly… when you don’t. 

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why is this me

when you think you relate to elizabeth bennett, but you're actually more like anne de bourgh. sick, and tired, and only here because your mother made you.

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I like people who get excited about the change of seasons, the sound of the ocean, watching a sunset, the smell of rain and starry nights.

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Rutilant to rose, unfolding in repose

Dawn wandering the crest, I confess

An aching stillness as the clouds

Split open in soft, delicate light

Lingering lethargy, a kiss in my sleep

I am feather-folded and weightless

The exquisite earth opens her eyes

Another day begins

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@utopie-sempiternelle

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It's different this time cause I

I'm walking out

The chains are broken and I

I'm dancing out

This prison isn't for me

These powers, they can't hold me

The bars are breaking, the walls are shaking and I

You know what I'm doing

I'm running out

I hear what you are saying

and I know that it's true but

hope struggles against prior experience

if I've failed before won't I just

fail again

and again

how do I know that this time will be any different

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gosh I love having friends because you can truly Hate Everything In The Entire World and be consumed by the Existential Misery of Being Alive but. there’s this friend.

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Every once in a while

I see a miracle

In the corner of a smile