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so my friend did a gender swap of me.....

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The world will finally understand the meaning of abyss when the end makes its meet. I will carve a sacred symbol into my heart, reminding each and every atom of this universe that I will forever walk it's paths. I will dream a world where I was never meant to live, and claim it as my own. I will escape one day, just know. I will.

~xuily

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Nature carved into my heart,

With a smile so genuine.

I knew from the very start

With him, I never needed heaven.

His fingers dressed like vines,

It was just us in the forest that night.

His vines intertwined with mine,

Convincing me, it’ll all be alright.

We danced in the light of the full moon,

And he taught me how to live.

My own heart played a soft tune,

All the forest knew I was forever his.

This moonlit grove we lived,

We were greeted by the fog.

enchanting the forest with a spell casted.

We were being stalked by a lonely god.

We stayed oblivious to the god’s bitterness.

Aimlessly we shared passion to the forest,

He never had to reinstate his adherence,

Even at the very-most-lowest.

Time began to cease,

Troubles and worries- taken by the wind.

We were protected by the trees,

Our spirits danced within.

What an envious god could depict,

Such true love as a sin.

The god cursed him for eternity, such as we could predict,

Soon the woods of the forest replaced his skin.

I knew better than to give in,

Better than to make a show for the god.

With a heart spilling love, I embraced him.

Confusion struck the god, he felt I was too odd.

So then, the forest grew on me as well.

Together we grew into a trunk of a tree,

We accepted the cruel curse the god had yelled,

It could never be cruel, though, as long as he’s with me.

Our hearts were whole.

Our loving hug forever shaping the tree.

Our spirits conjoined to one soul,

Our love fueling all the life in the forest- for all Eternity.

~Xuily

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The Broken Soul Effect

<Xuily>

Stepping foot into a world of unknown, the first moments after birth are bright and terrorizing to most. That first ever intake of air, the gasp an infant has right before it inevitably starts crying. The remaining bits of a child’s soul are absorbed in those first moments. You inhale it with the air. There’s a number of components building the structure of a soul, for instance, the first component that begins the soul’s creation is hunger. No, not hunger for food, hunger for knowledge. It’s the basis of child-like curiosity. The component that follows hunger is satisfaction. Those are the two major parts that create the soul as a child is developing in the womb. The infant adopts these two components as a gift from the soul of the birthgiver, this is for every creature with a conscience. Unfortunately however, the last major component to assemble a full human soul is needed from outside of the womb. In other words, souls are organic and need life in order to function as a soul. Individual life, I should specify. And, an individual life is developed by the first intake of air.

Though something no soul-bearer cares to think about is the consequences to breaking apart the components of life before it enters as the last puzzle piece to a newborn's soul. Though, I’ve never expected anyone too. Humans tend to be much more concerned with life than death, it’s only instinctive for them to feel relieved when a newborn survives near suffocation during birth. Everyone knows of at least one person who’s been born with their umbilical cord hugging their throat. It’s scenarios like that, that make the final piece of a soul struggle to inhabit a body. The first moments of life are crucial, that first chunk of air you breathe is what separates a physical human soul from an incorporeal soul.

Life can not simply rejoice into your soul after such a disruption during birth, the soul solidifies itself after that first breath. So, for the rest of that human's life, parts of their soul are disconnected from their body, we call it a cracked or broken soul. Why is it so serious for someone to have a broken soul? Because they live a completely peculiar life than ones with their whole soul intact. Disconnection from parts of your soul serves as a beacon of energy for several Astral and Dark-End creatures. These are the creatures many people insist can only exist within fairy tales. Whatever helps them sleep at night I suppose.

Now, to consider the life of a child born with a broken soul, one that never even had the chance to fully form, is to consider the life of a spirit with half a body. Essentially, that's what their soul resembles. Not only that- but because the incorporeal pieces of their soul are still technically bound to the rest of their soul by forces too complicated to explain at this time, the child of that troubled, broken soul has the ability to feel what those pieces of bodiless souls energy feels. That is, in fact, the creatures of the other realms.

The Astral Realm contains ancient deities, ethereal souls of powerful creatures. The Astral clashes with another realm, one that has many names in many cultures; in here I will call it Limbo. That is where the fellow spirits of our nights converse and accompany, though Limbo more resembles a prison than a society. It is an unstable realm, which occasionally harbors asylum to stranded beasts of the shadows. Those beasts come from the Dark-End. Obviously many spirits of our world, our universe, travel through both the Astral and Limbo, otherwise you wouldn’t have those unnerving ghost stories and occurrences. The Dark-End however, is too dangerous to research physically. The only information there ever has been are from the beasts that travelled into Astral and Limbo.

The Dark-End and all it’s beasts are unidentifiable for the most part, there’s a limited amount of symbols used to represent the realm. The language of the Realm remains unknown, it’s proximity to the Astral and Limbo is only a rough guess, the exact singularity that formed this realm is entirely unknown- not even a theory has been concluded. But what we do know is the effect those stranded Beasts roaming the Astral have on the children with broken souls.

Their life becomes brimming with confusion, and typically misdiagnosis’ along the way. We know that the younger someone is, the easier they can hear certain frequencies. The same is true for “spiritual energy”. Up until they are convinced of how spirits aren’t real, and neither are monsters. For a child with a broken soul, that is not the case, because even if they do not believe what they feel or see - they still feel or see them. Meanwhile, other normal children gradually lose their sense of these realms as they age.

They may roam the streets during the day, aware they have a beast lurking inside their shadow. These vermin can have claws, tendrils, hooves, or wings. They may scratch at the ankles of these children, trying to taste the parts of their soul remaining within their physical selves. They may devour the more negative energies these children produce; like a leach they pull apart the strings of stability and leave the children nothing but sadness and depression. They may salivate desiring the children’s worst nightmares to be born into life.

Though this isn’t all, in fact, I’ve left out a critical complication regarding the breaking of one’s soul. There’s ways for a human to lose pieces of their souls after birth. There’s rare cases where some have managed to exhaust their soul by the will of their heart and mind. But most of the instances dealing with a breaking soul after birth involve either dying and being revived by chance, or being in a state surrounded by death. Though, you don't need a broken soul to be targeted by the Beasts, a broken soul just lures Beasts easier and quicker. Beasts are everywhere. They have one final goal, always to kill. They can feed on negative emotions like snacks, but in the end, all they want is your incorporeal soul. And, they can and will feed from anyone and everyone.

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I’m a Black trans woman facing eviction by next month, PLEASE help boost this

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It's the most lovely feeling to experience as a poet tbh <3

it's so weird that now i can look at anything and can turn it into poetry. never thought i would ever do something like this like fr

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A Pagan's Pride Envies the Holly King

(Based from the tales I was told of as a child about the endless battle between the Holly King and Oak King)

Once every year, the Moon dances for the Sun. Upon a great valley, a ritual’s begun. A single star in the sky, cheers the Moon on. Midnight plays a tune, an incantation of a song.

Battle between the two Kings of all. There’s the Holly and the Oak, with each their own cabal. Only the Oak King treasures the Yule Ball. One day he knows- he too will fall.

Lord of the sky for only six months. For the time being, as the Holly King hunts. The night crawls away (to Holly’s dismay). Light captures the days, as long as the Oak King behaves.

Until the Holly King’s grown tired of summer’s rain. He will be revived, and encased in a cage. Who of the two will win over Autumn? Has either of them even thought to fathom? The cycle of this is a never ending fight. Sword’s will clash, attempting to protect the light. Of the creatures who look upon this war, living inside this ancient lore. The animals of day then hide away. Darkness soon greet’s their sleepy caves, dreaming of the Oak king’s days.

Conquers the sky once more- that is the Holly King’s chore. Winter hums by the tongue of Holly’s glass of rum. Once the glass is empty, the two king’s begin their fun. More and more, the tension liberates the bore.

Summer fumbles like a brother. Then he fights as a hunter, creating heat too tough to keep. Fights between the two kingdoms of trees, imbalance would mean their silence. For earth, their polarity equals birth. The lives struggle through famine, Holly knew it’d happen. Sky of revenge, lost lives to avenge. Again, there’s a stall, not for long the Oak King will fall.

Thus a battle comes once again. This is how the seasons mend. Cycles and cycles around in circles, all the changes forever eternal. Forever the two King’s will seek repetitive revenge. And so they’ll battle till the very end. ‘Continues for centuries’ the wisest of witches have said.

‘Until Winter reaches an end, we shall have no more bread’ for ages and ages peasants envy the dead. We as a whole, now feel the toll that weighed on the Kings for as long as we’ve known. Cease to defeat, Earth then would be weak. To the Earth from the Moon and Sun, Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring will run.

Exist as one, up until everything’s gone.

~ XUILY

[xuily404]

-Hello!

-You can call me Kiki or Xuily <3

-I have a sad ill heart but I'm in love with the world

-I love poetry and writing in general along with so many other forms of art!

-I made this account specifically to share my projects, interests, and to make friends !!

- I'm hoping one day I can publish my own poetry book

-My gender is whatever You feel me to be, I don't personally feel as one particular gender. I feel similar to an "alien", rather than a human.

-The last time I used Tumbr was a long while ago, so I consider myself a little 'New' to this app now

Blessed be <33