The Asylum of Poetry
the poet, alexithymia and their brainchildren.
most conceived and delivered, some bastards.
others came as orphans stolen by inspiration.
they are all unique and have different personalities. most psychological.
some romantic, sweet, dark, realistic, and others in their world of childish fantasy.
if you like, sit around the table and my beautiful children will entertain.
they are my pride and joy, happiness, sadness, boredom, fantasy, anxiety and shame.
alexithymia isn't too great of a mother.
so i nurture them with my own words and wonders.
hopes that they'd flourish to go out and greet the souls.
most conceived and delivered, some bastards.
others came as orphans stolen by inspiration.
they are all unique and have different personalities. most psychological.
some romantic, sweet, dark, realistic, and others in their world of childish fantasy.
if you like, sit around the table and my beautiful children will entertain.
they are my pride and joy, happiness, sadness, boredom, fantasy, anxiety and shame.
alexithymia isn't too great of a mother.
so i nurture them with my own words and wonders.
hopes that they'd flourish to go out and greet the souls.
Reducio
in short:
although im not actively rping at the moment, (edit: 20/12 now i am) i enjoy writing poems.
i will dump them here once in a while. enjoy.
if you want to talk or dive into any of them
dont quite understand the poetic imagery used ect
or just want to let me know you like them, love, dislike or hate them,
dm me, beldam #7726 on discord
try not to share my poems outside of hio.
although im not actively rping at the moment, (edit: 20/12 now i am) i enjoy writing poems.
i will dump them here once in a while. enjoy.
if you want to talk or dive into any of them
dont quite understand the poetic imagery used ect
or just want to let me know you like them, love, dislike or hate them,
dm me, beldam #7726 on discord
try not to share my poems outside of hio.
Last edited by Aurelia Notresvace on 19 Dec 2022, 14:03, edited 14 times in total.
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“One can never be too careful,” STM — 5 | EVA — 19 | STR — 5 | WSD — 12 | ARC — 5 | ACC — 9 |
Lovely Creature — Evasive Manoeuvres — Monster Hunter — Terrible Presence
The Asylum of Poetry
Title: - the moth and the flame -
Before beginning: N/A
magnetic, the visage like the warm glow she beguiles. the glimmer so alluring with a glance drew. but an iota of time spent the contrary realisation will dawn. a vessel of an unyielding dark force they were on. like an unexpected frigid chill of wind, coils the bumpy gooseflesh to embitter the surface of skin. the warmest rooms and the sunniest fields will not bury the shadows she carries. an aura ever so out of place, ever so supernatural. nature nor magic cant have conjure a presence so unsettling. fathom why, an adolescent with such grace has such aggravation laced. when all she seems to do is breathe. but humans and their own thoughts, emotions, prejudice to jump quickly to conclusions, will seek warmth not reprieve. away to remove themselves from discomfort they go. but the detrimental flames bewitches and sings songs of sirens. oh dear little moth.
Before beginning: N/A
magnetic, the visage like the warm glow she beguiles. the glimmer so alluring with a glance drew. but an iota of time spent the contrary realisation will dawn. a vessel of an unyielding dark force they were on. like an unexpected frigid chill of wind, coils the bumpy gooseflesh to embitter the surface of skin. the warmest rooms and the sunniest fields will not bury the shadows she carries. an aura ever so out of place, ever so supernatural. nature nor magic cant have conjure a presence so unsettling. fathom why, an adolescent with such grace has such aggravation laced. when all she seems to do is breathe. but humans and their own thoughts, emotions, prejudice to jump quickly to conclusions, will seek warmth not reprieve. away to remove themselves from discomfort they go. but the detrimental flames bewitches and sings songs of sirens. oh dear little moth.
Reducio
analysis:
Auri's Lovely Creature + Terrible Presence ability package.
Like and moth to flame, people are drawn to her because of 'lovely creature'.
But with 'terrible presence', most people wont like being around her.
Yet, the 'lovely creature' wills many to stay.
Auri's Lovely Creature + Terrible Presence ability package.
Like and moth to flame, people are drawn to her because of 'lovely creature'.
But with 'terrible presence', most people wont like being around her.
Yet, the 'lovely creature' wills many to stay.
Last edited by Aurelia Notresvace on 27 Jan 2022, 09:19, edited 1 time in total.
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“One can never be too careful,” STM — 5 | EVA — 19 | STR — 5 | WSD — 12 | ARC — 5 | ACC — 9 |
Lovely Creature — Evasive Manoeuvres — Monster Hunter — Terrible Presence
The Asylum of Poetry
Title: Addicted to O2
Song to listen while reading: start at 2:00
Before beginning: Exhale air and hold. Begin reading. Inhale when your body needs.
Song to listen while reading: start at 2:00
Before beginning: Exhale air and hold. Begin reading. Inhale when your body needs.
`from the abyss of sleep to the moment awake
my chest heaves with self-preserving greed
albeit unconsciously, selfish it makes
an inconvenience that to live we shall needthe viridescent of trees are fed with waste
bane of nature grows on what we throw
guilty we do not feel for what laced
the cycle that repeats with every blowyet my conscience, for now it knows,
with an exhale the sustenance outflows,
for only so long can i forego
before the withdrawal takes it toll,craving for what deprived less a minute,
screams, begs and cries for me to give in
bear more i must not afford to inhibit
a breath of depth taken to utter chagrin,relishes my body of the sweet substance
to ease the pain that was all in vain
an addiction had from birth to existence
it is nothing much to be ashamed`
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“One can never be too careful,” STM — 5 | EVA — 19 | STR — 5 | WSD — 12 | ARC — 5 | ACC — 9 |
Lovely Creature — Evasive Manoeuvres — Monster Hunter — Terrible Presence
The Asylum of Poetry
Title: The bipolar sun
Song to listen while reading start at 1:00
`a comfort that dress colours in their best,
forests and gardens dances and sings.,
awakens the bees and flowers they tend,
green and yellow, orange and blue`
`give in to the hug of mellow embrace,
leave the fireplace lone dust that settle,
long are days while evenings warm
but time is short as the river flows`
`too much noise and he will burn
flames of aggravation wilted brown
chars skin red and trees to frown
with shame hidden behind the clouds`
`firey amber his wife nature grows
tears of storms and thundering cries
then welcomed no longer he departs
shivering under sheets of white she sleeps`
Song to listen while reading start at 1:00
`a comfort that dress colours in their best,
forests and gardens dances and sings.,
awakens the bees and flowers they tend,
green and yellow, orange and blue`
`give in to the hug of mellow embrace,
leave the fireplace lone dust that settle,
long are days while evenings warm
but time is short as the river flows`
`too much noise and he will burn
flames of aggravation wilted brown
chars skin red and trees to frown
with shame hidden behind the clouds`
`firey amber his wife nature grows
tears of storms and thundering cries
then welcomed no longer he departs
shivering under sheets of white she sleeps`
`to await his return as fireplaces burn`
Reducio
analysis of `addicted to O2`
its a psychological poem. for one to be more aware of their own breath. the need but less want, for air/oxygen. something we cannot live without like a bad addiction.
there have been a few times where my attention and mind has been entirely fixated on what i am doing that i have been subconsciously holding my breath. but the discomfort in my own lungs would remind me. and a deep inhale i would regain back normalcy. this is what inspired me to write this poem. hope you enjoyed it.
its a psychological poem. for one to be more aware of their own breath. the need but less want, for air/oxygen. something we cannot live without like a bad addiction.
there have been a few times where my attention and mind has been entirely fixated on what i am doing that i have been subconsciously holding my breath. but the discomfort in my own lungs would remind me. and a deep inhale i would regain back normalcy. this is what inspired me to write this poem. hope you enjoyed it.
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“One can never be too careful,” STM — 5 | EVA — 19 | STR — 5 | WSD — 12 | ARC — 5 | ACC — 9 |
Lovely Creature — Evasive Manoeuvres — Monster Hunter — Terrible Presence
The Asylum of Poetry
Title: Game to play
dwell in the game, a refuge of mind
no matter times played, never replayed
ever-unpredictable yet safe as it should line
attempt of sense, success shall not be made
a cast of unfamiliar faces like old friends known
featured the relative delirium leading within
then three bee stings and ants crawling on skin
delusional hurt nor fear had have i shown
summon the witch which rent she takes
and affairs down the cold prehistoric river
helpless are the cursed unaware lest awake
the cat visits, well questions should've asked
subconscious mirror of my turbulent conscience
reflection murky in the waters left like a cipher
a temporary stay, to return on tomorrow's day
inevitable amnesia for events too many
dwell in the game, a refuge of mind
no matter times played, never replayed
ever-unpredictable yet safe as it should line
attempt of sense, success shall not be made
a cast of unfamiliar faces like old friends known
featured the relative delirium leading within
then three bee stings and ants crawling on skin
delusional hurt nor fear had have i shown
summon the witch which rent she takes
and affairs down the cold prehistoric river
helpless are the cursed unaware lest awake
the cat visits, well questions should've asked
subconscious mirror of my turbulent conscience
reflection murky in the waters left like a cipher
a temporary stay, to return on tomorrow's day
inevitable amnesia for events too many
Reducio
game to play: try and figure out what this poem means. DM me on discord or mention me on let's chat. Reward of 7+1 sickles. 1 sickle (for your thoughts) for your own interpretation.
analysis of ` The bipolar sun`
colours look better under the good natural lighting of sun
dance: leaves swaying from wind. sing: sounds of cicadas and birbs etc
spring is bee season and they pollinate colourful flowers
warm infrared, warm under sun. dont need other heater source
they usually get dusty
sun sets much later, nights arent that cold in spring/summer
ice might freeze rivers later on/they become cold n unswimmable
summer is v hot. sun burn, skin turns reddish
plants die and wilt into brown colour.
plants leaves wilting and n shape liek a frown
cloudy more often later in summer-autumn, blocks sun
autumn leaves are red in colour = firey amber
v rainy + storms in autumn
sun is no longer very bright
winter, snow sets like a sheet of white
keep warm with heat sources. spring will arrive again soon.
analysis of ` The bipolar sun`
`a comfort that dress colours in their best,
forests and gardens dances and sings.,
awakens the bees and flowers they tend,
green and yellow, orange and blue`colours look better under the good natural lighting of sun
dance: leaves swaying from wind. sing: sounds of cicadas and birbs etc
spring is bee season and they pollinate colourful flowers
`give in to the hug of mellow embrace,
leave the fireplace lone dust that settle,
long are days while evenings warm
but time is short as the river flows`warm infrared, warm under sun. dont need other heater source
they usually get dusty
sun sets much later, nights arent that cold in spring/summer
ice might freeze rivers later on/they become cold n unswimmable
`too much noise and he will burn
flames of aggravation wilted brown
chars skin red and trees to frown
with shame hidden behind the clouds`summer is v hot. sun burn, skin turns reddish
plants die and wilt into brown colour.
plants leaves wilting and n shape liek a frown
cloudy more often later in summer-autumn, blocks sun
`firey amber his wife nature grows
tears of storms and thundering cries
then welcomed no longer he departs
shivering under sheets of white she sleeps`autumn leaves are red in colour = firey amber
v rainy + storms in autumn
sun is no longer very bright
winter, snow sets like a sheet of white
`to await his return as fireplaces burn`keep warm with heat sources. spring will arrive again soon.
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“One can never be too careful,” STM — 5 | EVA — 19 | STR — 5 | WSD — 12 | ARC — 5 | ACC — 9 |
Lovely Creature — Evasive Manoeuvres — Monster Hunter — Terrible Presence
The Asylum of Poetry
Title: flowers paid in pennies
Flowers of such beauty caught a greedy eye.
For every posy he gave returned in a penny.
The coins from her heart, she poured out dry.
Cents of gold and silver then red and blue.
Bluebells and asters set in the vase on display
The colours were hers and for no one to touch
When they lost their vibrance, the more she paid
Rouge and lilacs against her heart she clutched
Summer heat scorned the man's the flowers naught,
Bright hues into black and grey and blossom to wilt,
Charming departed with jars of pennies in the lot,
Left her helpless heart emptied and love unrequited.
Flowers of such beauty caught a greedy eye.
For every posy he gave returned in a penny.
The coins from her heart, she poured out dry.
Cents of gold and silver then red and blue.
Bluebells and asters set in the vase on display
The colours were hers and for no one to touch
When they lost their vibrance, the more she paid
Rouge and lilacs against her heart she clutched
Summer heat scorned the man's the flowers naught,
Bright hues into black and grey and blossom to wilt,
Charming departed with jars of pennies in the lot,
Left her helpless heart emptied and love unrequited.
Reducio
i had a shot of rare poetic inspiration today. i'm a little rusty, though as its been a while. while inspired by my own thread title friends like us last as flowers do . i wanted to write a poem of similar context to the title. i hope you enjoy!
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“One can never be too careful,” STM — 5 | EVA — 19 | STR — 5 | WSD — 12 | ARC — 5 | ACC — 9 |
Lovely Creature — Evasive Manoeuvres — Monster Hunter — Terrible Presence