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sorry not sorry bout' what i said
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sorry not sorry bout' what i said
STA: 6 EVA: 7 STR: 1 WIS: 8 ACC 9 ACC: 9
abilities: transfig DC -5
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Shhh lets move to ooc chat
Often lying, but not to you.
Often lying, but not to you.
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So I wrote a poem. I'm a little- no, very- nervous to share it as my style is free verse, and I tend to just write as I think. I don't know if it makes much sense to others because of that. Well, uh, here you go, I guess. Just a warning, it's kind of dark. Well, it's also kind of long, so I put it under Reducio. Anyways, here.
The trees cry in autumn because their hearts are growing cold.
Phoebe McCrary
Reducio
"My Last Embrace"
I've wondered before,
"Does Heaven exist?
When I ascend,
will I meet all of my best people,
or will they still be people?
Will they look like clumps of white light
floating in the air, defying the laws of
the atmosphere?
Will I still know them?
If I go to Hell,
will it be cold?
Will the chills run up my spine,
work their way up from the base of my being
to my neck,
and strangle me?
Will the frost bite off my fingers, toes,
and nose and have me watch as it digests?
Will I be left paralyzed?
Will I burn
like everyone tells me?
Will my soul turn to ash
and be blown away by
the monstrous breath of He Himself?
Who is He?
Is he my father,
the one who left me in this trance,
never to fully awaken again?
Is He the monster
whom only I can hear,
contradicting everything I live for with His words?
Is He the unshakable fear
I feel when I go to sleep or
look into the mirror for too long?
Is He everything I've never wanted
or everything I've always dreamt of?
Is He me?
A whirlwind of this and that,
but never this nor that,
nothing and everything
at the same time?
Is His name God or Lucifer
or Destiny?
If Heaven doesn't exist,
if none of this matters,
will I wake up when I die?
Will my life return
to this damned Earth,
never to be unchained from the ground?
Will I be a baby,
eyes glimmering with hope,
only to have my pupils dilate
until even the sclera is coated in black?
Will I once again go blind
after years and years of built up
mistakes and tragedies?
Will I lose my sense of self,
forget my purpose, and
descend into nothing?
Will I be nothing when I die?
Before I die,
when I give my last embrace,
will it be for a lover?
Will it be for a friend or a
sister or a brother?
Will it be for my mother
whom I may or may not have taken advantage of
depending on who you ask?
Will it be for someone
I forgot existed
while I was blind?
Will I remember whom I shared my warmth with
after I die?
Am I already dead?
Have I just forgotten to whom I gave
my last embrace?"
I've wondered before,
"Does Heaven exist?
When I ascend,
will I meet all of my best people,
or will they still be people?
Will they look like clumps of white light
floating in the air, defying the laws of
the atmosphere?
Will I still know them?
If I go to Hell,
will it be cold?
Will the chills run up my spine,
work their way up from the base of my being
to my neck,
and strangle me?
Will the frost bite off my fingers, toes,
and nose and have me watch as it digests?
Will I be left paralyzed?
Will I burn
like everyone tells me?
Will my soul turn to ash
and be blown away by
the monstrous breath of He Himself?
Who is He?
Is he my father,
the one who left me in this trance,
never to fully awaken again?
Is He the monster
whom only I can hear,
contradicting everything I live for with His words?
Is He the unshakable fear
I feel when I go to sleep or
look into the mirror for too long?
Is He everything I've never wanted
or everything I've always dreamt of?
Is He me?
A whirlwind of this and that,
but never this nor that,
nothing and everything
at the same time?
Is His name God or Lucifer
or Destiny?
If Heaven doesn't exist,
if none of this matters,
will I wake up when I die?
Will my life return
to this damned Earth,
never to be unchained from the ground?
Will I be a baby,
eyes glimmering with hope,
only to have my pupils dilate
until even the sclera is coated in black?
Will I once again go blind
after years and years of built up
mistakes and tragedies?
Will I lose my sense of self,
forget my purpose, and
descend into nothing?
Will I be nothing when I die?
Before I die,
when I give my last embrace,
will it be for a lover?
Will it be for a friend or a
sister or a brother?
Will it be for my mother
whom I may or may not have taken advantage of
depending on who you ask?
Will it be for someone
I forgot existed
while I was blind?
Will I remember whom I shared my warmth with
after I die?
Am I already dead?
Have I just forgotten to whom I gave
my last embrace?"
The trees cry in autumn because their hearts are growing cold.
Phoebe McCrary
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Pheobe, the beautiful thing about art, is the fact that it doesn't have to make sense. Your poem is lovely. Definitely makes you think.
Before me, you rightly tremble. But, fear is not what you owe me. You owe me awe....
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Before me, you rightly tremble. But, fear is not what you owe me. You owe me awe....
Stamina: 12 ~ Evasion: 17 ~ Strength: 2 ~ Wisdom: 16 ~ Arcane Power: 4 ~ Accuracy: 17
Student Account: Martyr Daeva-Lazarus
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Thank you.
The trees cry in autumn because their hearts are growing cold.
Phoebe McCrary
The trees cry in autumn because their hearts are growing cold.
Phoebe McCrary
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Phoebe, that poem was very insightful.
Btw guys, sorry if I haven’t been replying quickly. I’m trying, but I haven’t had the time to get on. Idk how long I can stay on tonight.
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Btw guys, sorry if I haven’t been replying quickly. I’m trying, but I haven’t had the time to get on. Idk how long I can stay on tonight.
[pc] koko riddle · 'pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.'
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Read my story please!
Honestly, why do people judge? People need to learn to accept. To look past race, gender, age, sexuality, and appearances. To be open-minded. To give people a chance. To rid their hearts of hate and learn to love others for who they are. That is my wish.
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Wow. Apparently my aesthetic is “soft grunge,” from multiple tests I’ve taken and then when I looked up the style, it did reflect my personality.
[pc] koko riddle · 'pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.'
[pc] koko riddle · 'pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.'
'it always starts and ends with birds.' · cyrus darsel [inpc]
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I’ve done quite a lot of other aesthetic drawings, but this one was litteraly one out of three aesthetics that are appropriate to post on this website
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