#open verse

[doinkdoinkdonk]

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[overflowingtide]

my wheelchair is how im able to function on a day to day basis. my arms are my legs. my legs are in pain. my arms are in pain. if i cant use my arms because of the pain then i lose the single bit of mobility i have. i miss the gym. i miss walks. i miss being able to shower myself. i miss standing in showers. i miss being able to go out with my friends and not have to calculate if im even able to. i miss not knowing how slanted pavements were. i miss having a job. i miss not feeling like the elephant in the room. i miss not being seen as lesser than due to my wheelchair. i miss being able to make myself any food i wanted. i miss being able to make plans beforehand and not have to take it day by day. i miss not being pushed by strangers because they think its okay to move my chair. i miss being able to go for the train without booking it HOURS in advance. i miss going for meals without having to check if its wheelchair accessible. i miss clubbing. i miss my individuality. i miss how life was in january.

most of all tho; i hate how no one has any idea what is happening to me. how i lost my mobility in less than a month and just.. nothing.

[nailahcarrie]

this Sailorr song goes hard so I had to write a verse <3

[thoughtportal]

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[thepinkbandanakid]

Lil tracy ( open verse )

[vileisims]

am I makin' you feel ╱ sick .ᐣ

[angelicgcn]

#       ᴀɴɢᴇʟɪᴄɢᴄɴ       ,     ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀ 🩰̼⠀ ⠀ ˚ ⠀⠀ eris taven ⠀ ⠀𓈒 ⠀ ⠀☆     an   open verse / fandomless muse. mature themes will be present. MS / MV. model / dancer. baddie with a heart of gold. crossover friendly. 21+ ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵃᵈᵈⁱᵉ.

[thepiningpoet]

f. o. l. d.

Within this cage of skin and marrow, we lie ensnared within ourselves. For what has the depths to cradle a soul as ours and not render us rudimentary in the face of our complexity?

Through this façade of sturdiness, we fall flat as paper, and with an ill-advised word, a careless action, we fold, and burn just as easily.

- k. a. h.

[blandbutfunny]

worlds getting warmer, we're going the other way!!

In another life I am the zeightgeist

This worlds mind resting comfortably in the plains of able

Utopia is just a cruel past

Platonic forms warping around my fingers like Play-Doh

The contemporary fashion are boots of clay with diamond heel counters

Short lives celebrated for unbridled ambition for the deep beyond

Shapes are but snacks in the vending machine

Cardinal unlimited the layman is the virtuoso

Subversion a cheap joke

Tears in the rain Dust in the air Smoke in the lungs Life being lived

In this age of architecture the sky is but bedrock for the betterment of all matter.

The age of dream has become the era of nightmare. Optimism has been bled like a stuck pig and we house ourselves in its corpse clinging to bones sucked dry by our ancestors children. We have become accustomed to live on nothing, to starve, to remember instead of reclaim. Our prerogative should be violence, revolution, the heads of our masquerading beneficiaries. With our remaining strength we are obligated to fashion shivs from the ribs until weapons are naught but spikes decorated with heads. Yet, our god-given right to choose has blessed us the ability to be passive, to stall, to drain out until our corpses too feed our children. Our primal instincts are the only tool left to preserve us, but instead we lay our heads restless and pontificate about other worlds. The human condition has become longing. When others die, we celebrate that we were chosen to exist another day.

Life, it is still.

Our only respite are the stories we have conjured from the arid soil about better times, better people, and better lives. Every day I wish my body less organ was afforded an appendage, a thrall, a voice. Anything to move me from unflinching helplessness.

In another life I am the zeightgeist

[trash-town-mayor]

I was once told that

“You learn from your mistakes”.

Though, I soon learned that

they only make me more determined

to make yet another mistake

in hopes of

proving myself

right.

~ Mads

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

LIKE FOR A STARTER FROM JACAERYS VELARYON

[youngblood2208]

INSOMNIA

Two in the morning Sleep is hard to come by I've lost track of the minutes the ceiling has captured my gaze

Something stirs

I throw my legs off the bed I walk into the bathroom and lean against the sink The red stain drops on the porcelain not without burning my throat

I scratch my insides a bit further I look in the mirror and I look back at myself Not today Today I don't have the time to think about what this means

I roll up a cigarette with the tobacco I got left all loose and almost without taste I light it up and walk to the window with a lighter that can't hide the lack of fluid

Smoke numbs the pain Puts it to sleep Like death passing by and saying Darling that's okay That's all gone For now

There's nothing left to inhale Cigarette on the floor Foot on top I go back to bed

Two in the morning Sleep is hard to come by

[zxmbieponies]

"But she’s so brave, though. Just like a tornado - She’s taking us by storm. You can’t stop the girl from going. You can’t stop the world from knowing. The truth will set you free."

Crossover, AU and OC encouraged!

She/Her. Somewhere between 22 & 32 years old depending on the day. J(Japan)ST. Fan of the side characters. Multi-ship, multi-muse. Crossover, AU and OC's encouraged!

Depending on what/who you're looking for - I'm open to giving it my best shot for you!

Rules || Muses || Starter Call ||

[stars-written]

Nil-Rae huffed softly to herself. This was ridiculous. She just needed a little help and there was someone right there who clearly had the know-how and experience to guide her. Why she couldn't just waltz up to the beautiful blonde girl and ask her a question was beyond her. It wasn't inappropriate or forward or even that much of a hassle really. Blue or green. That's it.

So why was she floundering over it in her head like this?

A derisive little voice in the back of her head, one that was her own voice but sounded an awful lot like his, was mocking her inner monologue with every word it spoke. Normally she would simply ignore that voice, the one that clearly didn't know what it was talking about, but the more she heard her own words repeated back at her like that, the more ridiculous she thought she sounded.

Swallowing thickly, and deciding once and for all to just go for it, Nil-Rae forced her legs to move as she commanded and approached the blonde woman standing just a little ways ahead of her in the little tailoring shop. She cleared her throat to announce her presence and held up her hands. In each one she held a different pair of delicately woven, intricately decorated flat-soled shoes. One was a brilliant shade of sky blue while the other was a deep forest green.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to intrude but... well, I'm having a dilemma and I think you might be able to help me. You see, I'm supposed to be attending a wedding next cycle and I need to pick the right shoes to go with the dress I bought. It's a really pretty shade of coral pink and I've read that pink goes well enough with, well, green and blue. I--"

Nil-Rae laughed sheepishly and darted her blue eyes to the floor, feeling her cheeks rise in temperature. "I've never been to an event like this and I don't want to embarrass myself. You... you seem like someone who knows this sort of thing inside and out and I just hoped perhaps you'd help me decide?"

(@valorums liked for a starter!)

[fairymint]

"i should really change my employment to Douchebag With A Guitar."

[vileisims]