miradragoncat

[miradragoncat]

Strange poet has returned, enjoy my depressing poetry.

The Box of His Postcards

The box of his postcards that sits under my bed, where nobody can find them. Not even my roommate, who will never find out. It sits there, gathering dust until I’m alone enough to read them again and again. Until he sends me new ones, from across the world in his small town with no remarkable features.

While I’m here, a grade ahead of a school filled with geniuses. Geniuses that don’t understand, that I can feel. That I am more than a boy who can do math in seconds, who plays two instruments well, and writes papers more elegant than any poet.

But maybe that’s because I’m also a poet, but only to him. Who must keep his own box of postcards, from my school that the world knows. From the school he could never get into, with his little money and poorer grades.

But he’s mine, and I love him. Even if he’s not of high class, or even a woman. Even if the world tries to separate us. Even when we send postcards back and forth like it’s the first world war. Even when I barely hear from him when he’s busy. Even when I know that if the letters stop coming for too long, that he’s gone. And he didn’t tell me.

Though I’m waiting for my escape, so I can go back to the nearest big city, so I can see him on the weekends. Earn my degree while there, with him. Where I can offer more support than a few poems on the back of a card, more than just xs and os and promises that will fulfill in over a year.

I just tell myself to get through this day, this week, this month and this year. Until I can see him, make sure he’s still alive. Make sure he eats. Make sure he’s not hurting. Make sure he has friends. Make sure he knows I love him more than the entire world and the ones beyond ours.

But until then, I lie on my back in my dorm, alone on a weekend where I want nothing more than to be with him. My friends who invited me places, but I said no, to be here. Lost in my own thoughts about him.

The broken boy across the world, who sends me tear-stained postcards. Postcards I will never stop reading, even if he’s gone.

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Yeah... some pretty big stones. I suppose.

So indeed, I took Nevis to see Stonehenge, near Salisbury. You're allowed to take animals up to here, but even Nevis, despite being a god, isn't allowed any closer.

As before these are edited a bit to have Nevis and the background both in focus (I take a snap with him, then move him aside for another). Sometimes the background eraser erases my hand and sleeve and I don't notice. Hopefully nothing like that has happened this time.

In town there is also the cathetral, where one of the original copies of the Magna Carta is kept. Couldn't look around too long as Nevis had to attend a secret club meeting. Real ultra hush-hush stuff. You won't even be able to tell what building it was in.

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Baby borrowed their sisters clock :D

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who tf is thunderclan i only know emeraldclan

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They kinda cute I guess.

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Fanart of Pearl from the latest chapter of my fic: How to accidentally get adopted (more than once). She had to wake up at five am because Technoblade kept invoking her name, and she is now very tired

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59763454/chapters/152439997

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Pebbix propaganda.

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"I know chatgpt is bad but you just don't really have any choice" you literally do. Don't use it. Have some moral backbone.

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Eldritch!Cleo

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hands off our Democracy!

For many Americans reeling from Trump's cruel and irrational actions, yesterday, April 5th provided a welcome outlet to voice their grievances and demands. All across the country and several nations world-wide, millions of protesters gathered in all sorts of weather in the largest protest of the Trump administration yet.

It was heartening to see reports today of millions demonstrating in major cities like Boston, LA, Chicago, NYC, Atlanta, Washington DC, Denver, or Portland. But what really made me feel hopeful and connected were all the reports of medium and small-town gatherings all over the country. Thousands showed up in Corydon, IN, Tryon, NC, from Oshkosh, WI to Bisbee, AZ and every state in-between, all across the nation, red or blue. People everywhere are worried, shocked, fearful, and angry. And they are showing up and speaking out.

My daughter and I joined a Hands Off protest in Louisville, KY in the rain. It was exhilarating, heartening, and encouraging. I highly recommend it. (the rally, not the rain.) A rally can make you feel hopeful and counteract our sense of helplessness. Try it. There will be more. They can make you feel better and they can make a difference.

Last month I suggested that you call your Senators and Representatives for the same reasons: it makes us feel better, and it can make a difference. I stand by that.

We have to persuade Congress to stand up for our rights and institutions. And we can, if enough of us take action. Numbers count. Every call you make gets tabulated. Every crowd you join is one person bigger. Every text you send gets added to a list. Politicians always count potential votes, whether for or against.

We can't afford to stay silent. We can't disengage now, no matter how alluring that may be. Too much is at stake. That's clear now. Our democracy, our Constitution, our Country is on the block.

So sign that petition. Join that protest. Call you Representative in Congress. Make yourself heard. If they hear from a million people, they will listen. Numbers count. You count.

Source: hands off our Democracy!

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I've decided I'm a poet

now accept a poem from me, I maked it about depression :>

Your Fault

They tell me it’s mine

The fault of my mind

They say I can act just fine

Then why am I asking why?

Why am I built this way?

Why are you asking ‘What?’

So irritated at my kind

Who’ve done nothing but try

Try to simply live and to strive

But you say it’s my knife

My knife that I’ve drawn

The skin that’s been donned

And I beg

And I plead

For you to say you’re wrong

To admit that it's a gag

That you’ll send me to the feed

Where I can cry out my need

But I’ll be put on a list

A list of people like me

So you call me a liar

And ignore the prints on my ‘file

The scars that I cover

the things that you missed

And you mist it over

Till you’re as numb as I

I who numbs only to hurt twice more

Until there is nothing but gore

Skin torn ashore

Until you’re the one begging and pleading

Until you’re the one hurting and needing

Until you feel

And you ask to heal

That it was only you

You who is untrue

You who is simply fool

Until you’re saying it’s my fault

My fault for your torture

When the fault is yours

You fucking monster

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i love eating food and being fat and happy like I was starving and underweight two years ago and I was so fucking depressed while everyone kept complimenting my skinny body

but now I feel healthier being fat and eating delicious big food... i feel good and confident...and cute....

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We were watching the glass blowing competition show on netflix because it's really cool to see those talented artists do their thing...

But I will NEVER forgive the judges for eliminating an amazing artist who's concept was that plastic hamster tubes are actually dangerous for hamsters yet they are normalized in our society so they made a beautiful glass rendition of an endless loop of colorful hamster tubes as an expression of how we can be trapped by society in a loop of behavior that is normalized but actually killing us

And the judges were like "this isnt DEEP ENOUGH" because they dont care enough about hamsters to learn and interpret the artist's statement at the level it was meant for.

They literally saw the glass renditions of colorful tubes that represent suffering and being trapped in a glossy predesigned hell and went "this is too normal and isnt saying anything important actually" Fuck them!!!!

Anyways Gemma should have won and I'm so happy to see that she didn't let it stop her amazing concept and she continued with it outside of the time constraints of the show. Fuck yes Gemma

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i love eating food and being fat and happy like I was starving and underweight two years ago and I was so fucking depressed while everyone kept complimenting my skinny body

but now I feel healthier being fat and eating delicious big food... i feel good and confident...and cute....

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catfish