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Clove Laden

Sandy dusk and heavy hearts Truth spoken amid clove laden smoke heals me in parts Call my bluff, knowing smiles we borrow Seething tempers and consuming sorrow Protected hopes afraid from being dashed and trampled on The storm beneath dissipates into the clove laden smoke, a piece I mourn Heart lightens and bond tightens for this broken maiden A fleeting anchor, see you in smoke so clove laden

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Painting by Holly Warburton, A face in the crowd

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The First Wave

I close my eyes and dream of a place

The island on the other side of the calamitous ocean

My raft held together with scions

Will it fall apart at the hit of its first wave in my indevotion?

I close my eyes and dream of a face

One that must lend me sails to set

Instead it hammers on the cracks

Will it heave me back from the first wave with the remorse I beget?

I close my eyes and dream of a heart

The antidote to my exhaustion and anguish

But the heart is broken and cuts cracks into mine

I try to make it to the first wave sans it before I perish

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Meet Me In Every Universe

If I can't say it ever, I'll say it now in this verse

Please meet me in every other universe

Even if fate obstructs the path in its crowning

Take my hand, stop me from drowning

You said it feels like family when you spend long enough time

I knew it in my heart your song and mine rhyme

I send out my prayers into the cosmic thread

That unites us in a timeless pool of rearranging emotions unsaid

Our silences have the loudest nostalgia

We sit among words that spell so much that ease my dysphoria

If I can't say it ever, I'll say it now in this verse

Please meet me in every other universe

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Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 🎶🎧💜💙🤗

Helloooo Rickie, how are you?

@exquisitecrow has also tagged me in a similar challenge a little while ago and I couldn't respond 😭

Anyhooo, I shuffled my playlist and here are the first five songs that come up:

Stella Brown by Jelani Aryeh

Greek Tragedy by The Wombats

Ghostride by Crumb

Meteor Shower by Cavetown

Are You Bored Yet? by The Wallows (ft. Clairo)

This is an indie pop/rock playlist I shuffled (I can't get myself to switch genres in one music sesh hehe), so these songs came up :)

I saw both of your posts on your music shuffle and we have similar tastes, gotto love that <3

Love

The Creaky Writer

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by alexbeckett_

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The Restraints Of Hope

The past continues to hold me back.

Even now. 

It almost acts like a chain.

Chains that not even bolt cutters can crack.

So instead, I'm stuck.

Reliving the very moments that created those restraints

And all the while, I'm quietly wishing

Wishing that these bounds would loosen

Hoping they would stop carving into my skin.

But they never do.

The shackles just continue to drip with crimson.

As I continue to hope.

By: exquisitecrow (Makayla) *meee*

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my dad was talking about how love is a ghost. it slips under door frames, lies forgotten in the attic, leaves the windows open for the breeze to blow in and scatter the papers on your desk. love is a storm, it's what haunts you at night. he said that love is a ghost we chase our whole lives.

my mom said that love is a garden you water everyday. you can poison it, or grow it with love and sunlight. there will be disasters that uproot your garden, but just like the patience with which you wait for plants to grow, you have to let your love grow back like apple blossoms after a winter storm.

maybe the most important question you can ever ask someone is, "what do you think love is?" because understanding is instrumental to love. you have to love someone in their language, you have to fight for someone who thinks that love is won after a hard battle, and you have to wipe away the blood of someone who thinks that love is a sword held by its blade.

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She's Not Your Enemy

I see through glistening eyes the way you look at her

Like she’s an unleashed monster setting fire to your treasure

I hear through the creaks in my door, what you say to her

The words she is used to, tear my heart asunder

The daggers of hatred shooting from your eyes in this battue

The poisonous spite you spit molding her waxy heart ever since she saw you

She’s not your enemy, yet in her tolerance is an expanse of battleground you find

She’s not your enemy, yet you purge her of the sins that exist in your mind

This is shattering my heart and soul as I ask your anger, “Where are you from?”

She’s not your enemy, yet your treatment of her weighs on my peace when I do anything to becalm

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"Let's meet again, for the first time"

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Evermore as paintings:

Gold Rush / Luis Ricardo Falero - A Classical Beauty (1889)

Champagne Problems / Siris Hill - Cruciation (2018) 

Long Story Short / Joseph Lorusso - Lovers In The Garden (2017)

Tolerate It / Irving Ramsay Wiles - Memories (1891)

Happiness / Frederick W. Elwell -  The Wedding Dress (1911)

Ivy / James Sant - A Thorn Amidst The Roses (1887)

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Neural Networking

Watercolor and Glitter on Black Cotton Paper

2023, 22"x 30"

Mysotis, Forget Me Nots

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I wouldn't take down the Christmas lights, and I wouldn't let the smiles turn away. You see, I am fond of staying back - and never leaving. So, if you asked me to stay, I would. I like keeping things for a very long time before I let them go because I can't be harsh with my heart. I'll let my heart have little things that are in my control, like the Christmas lights even while it's past January, like the pictures of a moment so magical, like the seasons long past they've crossed. I let winter stay till it feels the warmth of summer blending in the wind. I hold onto people long after they have left the previous pages of my story, sometimes time steals them away, sometimes they just don't let me. So I hold onto things that make the transition a little easier. I don't know how to skip phases, I have to walk through grey before I reach white from black. I have to explore all the shades leading me to the light. You see, I hold onto seasons, lights, and so many other things only because at times I cannot hold onto people.

- trustonlystars

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Brittle

Oh my heart, brittle as the winter air

Frigid to feeling yet delicate to words

A countenance of icy expression

Yet, a soul melting at sight of love

Piercing gaze and biting wind

Dissonant feelings and desires

Brittle as the winter air

I yearn for the joy of the season

I relish the dreariness too

A season to look forward to

A month to look back in too

Ring in the new year

The final moments of this time are an eternity of memory

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A Melancholy Ache

This small corner of the world

Giving me a chance to step into an another

That's all I've ever wanted

And yet this melancholy ache I feel

All these friends have moved on

And I'm still behind trying to reach the cliff

Will the cliff be my flight or fall?

The questions keep me awake and fragile

And the expectations pull me into a slumber

Didn't see it coming, loved where it was going

Those doors I never had the key for were unlocked

How do I close them back now that you took away the key when you left?

I am a rock in most weathers, for me and everyone else

But there comes once in a season shift and I fall apart albeit for a moment

In that vulnerability lies what I wish to conquer

A chance to step into another world, for better or for worse

I want to find out

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Hello

How have you all been?

I haven't posted anything new for a while now. Perhaps, I could say that I have being through things that I can plentily write about now haha.

You guys have been keeping up great work and I'm glad to be back!

Always open for a chat :)

Love,

The Creaky Writer ❄