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A Knife Held

A knife, held by your hand, Hidden from sight, but the weight still felt. Secrets buried along with my corpse, Murmurs of conflict rise from above. Scars linger wherever you cut.

Sharp or jagged—the scars will remain, Like greed consumes, blood will drown. A knife—only a weapon, When wielded by your hand.

Did you pause before the strike? Did you hesitate when trust lingered? Did you savor the silence before the wound? Did the silence comfort you more than the sting of betrayal?

The blade bears no enmity— Its steel is silent, but the edge runs red. It's the hand that holds, that carves the wound.

Now in darkness I lie, Yet the weight still lingers— The burn of silver will fade, But the weight of trust will suffer—

A wound carved by your hand, and mine.

For the one-word prompt 🔪KNIFE🔪, courtesy of @nyx-tenberis and hosted by @picklemafia.

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The Map You Are

Your skin, like a map, shows me the way— the battles you fought, the triumphs you won. I trace the lines, each its own story, secrets you have yet to tell me, tales of storms and cloudy skies.

I follow the roads, let them guide my path. You hide them all, tell me to look away, ashamed of your past. But I am proud—proud of who you became, proud of the man who rose from every fight.

You are alive—your story etched, and here you stand, right by my side.

For the one word prompt skin by @butwhyareyoureyessosad and hosted by @picklemafia. This one took some time to figure out, but I’m happy with it, even if it still feels like a work in progress.

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FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF (1986) — dir. John Hughes

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Sparks

The Sun lights our path, While sparks obscure all our sight, Leaving us astray.

Sometimes even the smallest spark can cause more confusion than guidance.

This is my second poem—and my first ever haiku—written for the one-word prompt spark, created by @peepeepoopoo3d and hosted by @picklemafia. hope you don't mind

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“The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.”

Muriel Rukeyser, The Speed of Darkness (1968)

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Honestly, you might as well rip my heart out at this point… 😭

Sirius: he just sits there Remus, he never leaves, he hardly sleeps

Remus: I know

Sirius: I don’t know what to do, I’m worried about him

Remus: I know

Sirius: I just don’t get it, it’s like he’s waiting for something

Remus: I think he’s waiting for Reggie, sweetheart

Sirius: he’s gone Remus, he’s gone and he isn’t coming back, James is waiting for a ghost

Remus: I know, but I think he feels Regulus waiting for him too

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Veiled Light

Bright sparks light up the dark night sky, As I await your gentle reply. Whispers caught by air, Borne with tender care, Now all that's left is silent goodbye.

When it starts with a spark, but fades into goodbye. Written for the one word prompt ✨SPARK✨, hosted by @picklemafia and thought up by @peepeepoopoo3d

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PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005) dir. Joe Wright

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No, because why would you do this?? THEY WERE THE STAR-CROSSED LOVERS, AND NOW I’M A MESS. 😭

regulus black got asked to be james' boyfriend on january 4th, 1976, his fifth year and the day the sun was closest to earth. he thought it was always meant to be like that.

and he died on july 5th, 1979. the day the sun was farthest from earth. with his last breath, he realised it was also always meant to be like that.

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"All that is gold does not glitter; not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither; deep roots are not reached by the frost."

J. R. R. TOLKIEN

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Between Stars and Silence

With the sky dark and glum, I think of you. Looking at the stars — wondering where you've gone. Words left unsaid and actions undone. Did you ever know?

I look up and hope you'll hear my whispers, carried through the soft night air. So many regrets from a time long past, wishes left ungranted, conversations unfinished.

Games we had yet to play and books yet to read now collect dust on our my shelves.

Regret fills my being — leaving me searching for words that do not exist, not in this galaxy or any other.

Reflecting on the quiet ache of those left behind.

@picklemafia @noxnightingales

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Amazing ❤️✨

hey first post I make musical fanart hi🥀

everyone seems to be here so testing out the app tehe

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An acrostic poem inspired by the Jegulus ship—exploring a love fragile and fleeting amid darkness and war.

A Love Never Meant to Stay

Join me in secret, under the stars Every night spent sneaking Gullible, hopeless, we were Utter fools to think we’d last Love conquers all, they say Unless it’s us, it seems— Secrets that stay buried, now we’re gone

James and Regulus — a love that could only live in whispers ��� What do you think? I’d love to hear your thoughts, especially as I’m new to this fandom!

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“Boromir apologist” he doesn’t have anything to apologize for????? He fell victim to evil ringTM like once. and then immediately redeemed himself. Guys come on.

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Haunting 

Lurking, always near — yet never seen, Oblivious to my very presence, Vulnerable to my every whim, Even now — close together — my thoughts remain deep within.

Love has many shapes—some gentle, some haunting.