#secret life poetry

[thecoddaughter]

I wrote a lil poem about Lizzie and Jimmy

I don’t know you anymore

My brother I hold so dear

I don’t know you

I never will now

I gave my last breath in your name

A final act of defiance

Cause I must always win

Even if that means I lose

Cause I am always first

-eldest sister / strong egg

[nerdyenby]

Sorry, your boyfriend got reincarnated. Yeah, he doesn’t remember that time you murdered him with your bare hands. He doesn’t know how much you love him. He doesn’t know that you’ve killed for him. He doesn’t know that you’ve killed him. He doesn’t know it’ll happen again. As he takes your hand and your heart, and you laugh from atop an animal the two of you ride together, he doesn’t know you’ve been here before. He doesn’t know it’ll happen again.

[wedarkacademia]

In the first week of April the weather turned suddenly unseasonably, insistently lovely. The sky was blue, the air warm and windless, and the sun beamed on the muddy ground with all the sweet impatience of June.

– Donna Tartt, The Secret History

[inkskinned]

"it's so embarrassing you like that popular thing" "oh ew that geeky/strange thing is so cringe lol" "oh it's kind of weird you get excited about that harmless shit"

dude i love how ironic and jaded you are and that's so cool and sexy of you. and i am so so glad to tell you - you won!! we all had a meeting and we decided that you won, and we are writing your name on the inside of a burger king crown. the marker smeared, sorry, but we knew any form of real effort is ugly to you. but anyway. congrats! you are officially the coolest, most ironic, most jaded person in-the-world-right-now. we would throw you a party but you would think it was totally boring - and besides, we're weird so we wouldn't have been coming. we would have brought our love of beetles and of baking and of little canapes. we would have brought our artsy videogames and pages of writing. we would have written a poem with you, our hands covered in ink, and spread out a canvas to dance on, the night so lurid and pink.

but do not worry. we will not throw the party. we will just get you a ringlight and that crown i mentioned. it is a nice crown, except for where one of us dropped it.

the vote was a really hard one because we had so many cool ironic people to pick off the shelves. all of you have hands that rot fruit, how strange is that - you can't look at something without destroying it for other people. you like it when you can squeeze a person into a pinpoint - all us small ones scampering our little feet around our ugly joys. the vote was also a hard one because we kept our voices down because you don't like it when we talk too loud. you were on your phone at the time, talking to people other than us. you are a ghoul of every moment - half in, half out, you resent us for being here without shame or embarrassment.

so good news! we have invented an island for people like you. you get to go there and speak into the air things like if you still like watching harmless twitch streamers in 2023 you're fucking boring. you will say things like liveplay podcasts are fucking ugly and it's kind of awkward they try to make everything gay. on the island we made you, all of your words will have weight. they will form in the air like icicles, large white behemoth letters that will crumple in anvils around your feet. maybe we will send someone there once in a while to sweep, but honestly you might be there for a while, alone, waiting. we are busy being outside looking for mushrooms and flapping our hands and humming. we are busy kicking our little heels while we watch cringey tv. we are busy - sorry! as an apology, we have pre-filled the island with every bland, mediocre, unscented thing we could find. the island has the texture of american cheese. the island has an ocean that never gets angry. the island is perfect for you, trust me. you will be so happy there - as happy as you can be, ironically.

we want to say we are sorry for doing harmless things that you find annoying, childish, or unappealing - but we are not sorry. we thought we could help you, because we don't mind laughing at ourselves, but it turns out you are allergic to color and noise and atmosphere, so this is the best that we can do for now. we are all making a big shirt that says i voted in the ironic monarchy. we got you one that is just a fast fashion buttondown. i am so excited for you and this island and the big life you have won. you have a cool jaded grey life and miles of irony to roam. i love you! be well.

now leave us alone.

[theminecraftbee]

also you know what feeling something about how, given that cleo is the person with the inexplicably huge wolf pack this season, for once it's not a lone wolf who has it. hell, with the wolf spawner, they even share it. don't even know what to do with that just. staring at it with some kind of emotion. they shared it. they shared the wolf pack. the thing that had almost always previously been associated with a weird loner who replaced friends with dogs they shared it--

[thebrainrotsreal]

EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK!!! I want to be coherent about this season but please picture me foaming at the mouth and running on the walls. S2 being what if Mark's just like his Dad? Insanity. I love this show. Anyways, AU where an Evil!Mark tries to make Our!Mark worse, and Our!Mark tries to make the other better. Something something confronting your idea of the worst version of oneself. Plus, tweaked black and yellow costume because I saw it and immediately went murder hornet lookin' ass and knew I had to draw it. Evil ass Mark. Horrible. I think he should be dragged kicking and screaming into redemption.

[flimythings]

I will not water myself down to make me more digestible for you. You can choke

-unknown

[mystilotls]

Canary chirps, Canary cries

unable to accept its demise

Canary flinched from the corner of its eyes

4 more dead in the cage they lie

Canary squawks

while the macaw mocks

the wolves talk

the sheep watch

canary desperately hides its cough

determined to see its worth pay off

suddenly for Canary's delight

it turns to see a joyful sight

a coal miner falls to her knees

Canary dances and chirps and sings

Canary celebrates as smoke fills its lungs

satisfied, he's finally not the first one

[thepaintedchateau]

..."your mind is a walled garden...even death cannot touch the flowers blooming there"...

~Dr. Robert Ford

[zeb-z]

demon girl tina who shaves her horns down, who tries to be everything a demon isn’t. never angry, never pressed, sweet and easygoing. perfect in every sense of the term. who’s traumatized from purgatory, who’s afraid of losing what she loves as much as she’s afraid of being shunned by who she loves for what she is. for all the imperfections that fracture her perfect image. who craves trust, a place to belong, the secret of who she is just bubbling under the surface, shaved down and hidden just underneath the cat ears she wears.

human girl bagi who embraces imperfection, who loves with loyalty and longevity. who would go to the ends of the earth for her loved ones, knowing their worst sins, their terrible crimes, and going I will love you anyway. I will be there for you anyway. who’s best friend is a demon, who she knows is a demon, who she met at his worst, and wouldn’t let him go through it alone. who understands the importance of secrets, which means she knows the value of honesty, and is ready to lay out all her truths once she cares about someone enough, trusts them enough.

tina getting flighty and nervous when she’s told that it’s love what bagi feels - not because she doesn’t feel the same, but because she does, and it’s all she’s ever wanted, and isn’t that just terrifying? because she doesn’t think she fully deserves it. not yet at least! and she doesn’t want to lose it. imperfect, clumsy, secretly a demon tina, still processing purgatory and everything that came before, so afraid because she believes she can’t measure up. once she’s worked on herself, once she’s perfect, she says. once she stops panicking at purgatory flashbacks, once she stops losing her temper, once she can provide stability, once she’s shaved her horns and they stop growing back - then she’ll be ready. as soon as she’s made herself into something easily lovable.

bagi listens to tina as she spills some of this to her, under the moonlight along the beach. not quite all her worries, but some, just like she had given not quite her whole heart, but a part of it, in that room that represents bagi’s mind. and bagi doesn’t press for more than what she’ll give, because she cherishes what has been given already, because she’s in no rush and has no where else to go, because above all else, she’s in love and willing to wait. and in the meantime, she’ll reassure tina that she doesn’t want perfection - she just wants tina the way she is.

[misskaboom]

Little death 🖤

[shadowsesi]

A Secret Life Poem inspired by the victory of GoodTimesWithScar.

[mattastr0phic]

They made you the villain, does that mean your victory is their bad ending?

[teddles05]

Futile - ted

The Sun protected his people, vicious until his explosive end,

The Star sacrificed himself for his brethren time and time again,

The Moon thinned the herd, fighting tooth and nail for the victory of her family, for them to join her in the sky,

Mars fought to defy the odds, to break the curse, but even he gave up on his dream, his team, long before he died.

All this energy, this time, fighting for the weak, those ones who cower,

But it was the Earth who was chosen by Them, reminding the skylings of their weakness against those with knowledge, those with power.

Those who watch will always know more than those who are, they are omniscient,

And they will spend more time and energy than us just to make sure we understand our insignificance.

[sukisukistar]

💕˚₊‧꒰ა Scarian flower language ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 💕

☆ lilacs 🪻🪻

☆ Like many flowers lilac symbolism varies depending on different varieties and colors of the flower. They are often seen as symbolizing love and romance especially first/new love. White Lilacs »»——► Youthful Innocence 🕊️

Purple »»——► New love 💕

Blue/Violet »»——► Peace ☮️

Pink/ Magenta »»——► Passion❤️‍🔥

Yellow »»——►Childhood Nostalgia 🌟 ☆ They are also associated with youth or rebirth because of their spring blooming season. You know you made it through the harsh winter when the lilacs bloom and they are a symbol that better times are to come. Scar also brought Grian lilacs right after his “rebirth” after he lost his second life and respawned.

☆ There aren’t weather seasons in Minecraft but Scar did give grian lilacs and poppies in the first season (third life). The first season of the year would be spring which is when lilacs and poppies bloom.

☆ This more of an interpretation, but most things are. The poem is written by Walt Whitman. Some say the lilac symbolizes death and grief. There are many analyses of the poem, I just think it’s very Scarian coded.

[furrysmp]

... Ok so. In my post I made like 10 minutes ago about Jimmy not dying first I also had, in the notes, the words "and now he's gonna die immediately" and uh. Yeah. I almost punched the concrete wall I'm leaning on over this session. How yall doing?