“Kiss the corners of her mouth, kiss her until she lays down in bed, kiss her lips softly, and then kiss the fore of her head.. kiss her cheek next with a little grin, then kiss her neck and pull the covers to her chin. Turn out the lights and that’s that, until tomorrow night then we are coming right back..”

Softness is always appreciated during bedtime - eUë

“You are a lady on fire and I’d be a liar if I didn’t say you are who I desire, I’m here catching fire in the echo of your smile.. if I’m not careful I’ll burn up in your lovely atmosphere like a falling star. All the stars falling from the darkest parts of my heart like magic on the lips of innocence.. I pluck a few from the floor, oh, how about a few more.. I gently place a constellation in your soul so that I can always find you when it is dark, the delightful fire that you are. Burning just for me, burning with me..”

Come with me into the night and let’s see what trouble we can find - eUë

“You illuminate the beauty in me, you make me glow.. if it weren’t for you, the love wouldn’t flow.”

If it weren’t for you, love would not exist.. flowing deep within me and through my wrists. You are the most beautiful thing that I can think of, yes.. even more beautiful than love.. you are beauty divine, all mine, my love and my star sign.. I rotate below you like a moon - eUë

“Every year is like Neptune with you, raining diamonds in June with 14 moons for a view..”

Every year with you is even more unique than that, it’s raining diamonds when you smile every single day tho - eUë

“The universe gots mad love for you cause your heart is so damn pure.. you are so much more than everything you were.”

Never stop being you cause you are just so beautiful - eUë

Lost

I think we’re lost

Lost in our heads

Lost in translation

Lost in these streets

We hustle through day after day

Make some friends along the way

But we stay lost within ourselves

Who has their life mapped out?

Aren’t we all just floating around?

How are we supposed to plan ahead

When anxiety lives rent-free in our head

May I follow in your footsteps, or do you want to try walking in my shoes?

Wherever we go, our fears will always follow

We were lost and never found

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We are not alone

As long as the moon keeps us company at sleepless nights

And the rustling leaves whisper our names

While the wind caresses our skin

We are not alone

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Limbs longing

It was limbs’ longing to entwine

To entwine until they lose track of which body they belong to

It was the heart’s longing to love

To love passionately and wholeheartedly

It was a hand’s longing to touch

To hold fingers tightly in the palm

It was the mind’s longing to think

To think about every moment spent together

It was the mouth’s longing to talk

To talk about everything and nothing at all

It was longing

To love and be loved

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I wrote this poem for the official third Escapril prompt limbs. It was weird to write about a romantic couple in such a depersonalized way, but I’ve tried something new. I hope you like it! Oh, also happy asexual visibility day!

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Strange behaviour

I laugh out loud about my own jokes until I cry about my existence

My fingers are nervously twisting strands of hair

My feet are tapping the ground like I’m performing a drum beat, every hit on the base drum

I’m the main character of my own story

Why should I be reduced to a side character?

Don’t forget your mask when you go outside!

They only have walk-on parts in my life

I act like I’m one of them, but I know that I’m not

They made sure I know that

They deemed me strange from the start

But I’d rather be a weirdo than everybody’s darling

So what if I do a little dance while waiting for the train to arrive

Give me a bow and an arrow and I’ll shoot the judging look out of your pretty face!

Am I cool yet?

Am I normal yet?

Do you like me yet?

Do you hate me already?

I will always have strange behaviour

That’s the nature of this disease

What’s my personality?

I don’t know, I have too many

But I’ve learned my lesson

Don’t let them shut you down

I’m proud and loud

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So I wrote this shitty poem for the Escapril prompt “strange behaviour” and as some of you might know I’m bipolar, so … that’s that.

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When I open my eyes

When I open my eyes

A soft blue light pulsates and blurs my vision

A sizzling sound informs me that my pod is ready to be opened

I remove the oxygen mask from my face and take my first breath

The air tastes stale and humid

It leaves a strange aftertaste on my pelted tongue

With immense force, I move my thumb to the right and click the switch

Slowly, the lid of my hibernation pod cracks open

For the first time in ages, my eyes dart around

The blue light is turning white, pulsating brighter by the minute

In the centre of the spaceship, a service robot boots up

My eyes settle on the small window on the far right side

A headache appears as I zoom in with my contact lenses

They focus on a strange landscape

I feel overwhelmed and close my eyes for a second

I can’t believe that we’ve made it!

The promised adventure lies ahead.

We proved them wrong!

There is a planet b after all

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NaPoWriMo day 1 was a good start! It’s been a while since I wrote a SciFi poem. I wrote this in under 10 minutes, so it’s nothing special, but good practice. Also just to clarify this, I don’t think there is a planet b. And even if there is one, it’s no excuse to trash our Earth and fuck up our climate in hope of finding a new planet to destroy.

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There were no flowers left. No card to display. There was no breakfast in bed. No celebration. There were no words said. Instead, the children went on with their day - laughed & played amongst those who raised them. But, the one they wanted most never made it home to greet them..

Darling, you gotta believe in yourself. Choose yourself. Show up, be aware, and present for yourself. Put in the time and dedication needed while doing the work. Take care of yourself. Heal. Make a mends. Forgive and forget. Make sure you’re okay mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically while always doing your best. You deserve to live life and thrive. You are loved. You are cherished. You are intelligent. You are beautiful. You are unique. You are everything you’re supposed to be. You don’t have to hide it. And, yes…you have flaws. A few of them. But, those things often change overtime. You have all that you need to have all that you want. You don’t have to ask for anything. You don’t have to beg for nothing. You don’t have to hide or minimize who you are. You are exactly who you’re supposed to be. Live your life. Gather your tribe. Manifest your dreams. Build your kingdom. Do what you like and love. Try what you hate and learn what you don’t know. Experience and explore this world and all that it has to offer you. There are blessings hidden within everyday with your name on it. Each day is a gift, every moment is a present. Be willing and open to criticism and learning. Be honest and truthful about yourself and others. Love yourself. Hug yourself. Date yourself. Let go and live. Don’t be afraid of the unknown or confused about what is know. Don’t fear anything at all. Go with the flow of what you’ve been called, positioned, and purposed to do. Embrace yourself. But, most of all…get rooted. Build yourself a solid foundation, safe haven, and home. For yourself and others by knowing who you are, what you stand for, & why. Never straying away from your truth. All of this your responsibility. This is how you discover your true identity. Take accountability over it. There is great power inside you. You deserve to be celebrated and known. Your DNA is one of a kind. You matter just as much as everyone else. There is no one else just like you. So, come on…tell and show the world who you are. Don’t hold yourself back or limit yourself. We’re all dying to know the real you. This is your time. Introduce yourself. “Hi, my name is…”

This can’t be it. This isn’t my dream. This won’t be my forever. I refuse to sit and dwell here. I refuse to give up. I refuse to settle. I’ve come to far to get to this place, although I’m passing through. I gave up so much of myself, although, I needed me too. But, this isn’t it. This can’t be it. This isn’t what I expected. This isn’t what I want or need. This isn’t it. I swear, it isn’t.

We’ve been desensitized to strip the human of their humane emotions & thought process; in exchange for instilling society with artificial intelligence & an algorithmic emotional state that’s incapable to empathize or sympathize with humanity. That’s not progress, it’s a setback..

To those in need of some encouragement & inspiration while stuck in a dark & twisted space, those questioning & seeking answers, those alone & lonley suffering in silence, those without a voice or depressed, or those contemplating a world changing decision…I know the pain, emotions, and experiences are real. I know the pressures, situations, circumstances, challenges, and hardships are taking a toll on you. I know the constant battle of debating & defending yourself is difficult. It is, there’s no denying it.

However, may I say…You’re here for a reason, with a purpose, & given a choice to live the best life you can in & through these horrid trials & perils. Please, don’t give up. Please, hold on. The world is brutal & the experience is mind blowing. I won’t argue with you about that but it’s still good. With all of the bad things that occur. The same amount of good is still evident and occuring around, to, through, and for you. We’re all better and worse off than each other at any given moment. It’s no fair no equal. No, but, it’s life. And, it’s still worth living, regardless. Please reach out to someone. Communicate & seek the proper help for your current situation. I know humans are messy & crazy but, there are still people in this world that will be willing & able to help, assist, provide, protect, maintain, & manage your crisis. We want to help! You aren’t in this alone. Be your own hero, save yourself by letting someone know you need help. You need you. Just like your family, friends, and those you encounter in this world - we all need you. We all want you. And, although it may not seem that way at times…it’s true.

Each and every day, we’re choosing to do more for ourselves and each other. So, we’re here and every day we’re going to choose to show up, be present, be aware, & stay conscious of this gift of life until we can’t anymore. We will support & protect you the best of our ability. We will love each and every part of you and encourage you to do the same. Not because we’re obligated or have too. No, because we want too and know that regardless of how any of us feel, we are all the same and in need of the same things. We’re all connected. And, without you - we’re all missing something that we could’ve, should’ve, would’ve had and experienced but, never got a chance too.

Please, reconsider your decision. Evaluate your feelings. Know your experience is vaild. However, so it your purpose. Please, choose to be alive. Not just alive but, to truly live & not just survive. Live your life abundantly. Seek the help & support you need. Find a community that will uplift, push forward, hold down & keep you accountable. Be responsible & kind to yourself & others. Because, things are going to get hard & be difficult. There will be major struggle & resistance to the process of recovery & healing. Some days will be better than others. Sometimes, things will drag & suck but, things will get better. I believe in, am praying & rooting for you. Don’t give up. You got this!

Forgive me. I say that in advance because I know once you’ve encountered me and my essence…you won’t be able to fathom how I caused your mind to think, your heart to beat, your soul to feel depth, your inner child to create and dream, or your spirit to be vulnerable and speak..

Not everyone will be able to understand your stance or the state you’re currently in to have that view and that’s okay! Move your own way, at your own speed, at your own time - one day at a time. Don’t worry about others. You are your own person, on your own journey - embrace yourself!

I love you. I’m not ready to lose you. Goodbye isn’t a statement that I’ll allow to escape my lips. It shouldn’t be thought or said. It’s not time yet. Life is short and eternity is too long. I don’t want to let go of what we have. I can’t let go of you - not a single part. You are my everything. My lifeline. My heartbeat. Without you, I am lost. I don’t want to wonder what happened or how things went wrong. I don’t want to question if I failed you or could’ve done more. I don’t want to blame anyone or anything. I don’t want to sabotage, isolate, hide, or run away. I’m here. I show up and am present, every day. I assess our problems and become an asset to our situations. I clean up our messes and I mend all that is broken. I give without question and I listen without judgement. I love unconditionally and I try my best to be all that you need. But, sometimes, I wonder if this isn’t supposed to be and if I’m standing in our way - doing everything. These are questions left existing.

Sleep child, close your eyes & dream. Today is over but, tomorrow will soon arrive again. No need to wait up, waiting for darkness to fade. Morning will come. You will change, becoming different from day to day, although all else in the world will feel the same…

i think a lot about that night
you grabbed my jacket without a word
slung my backpack over your shoulder
like it was yours
we sat in that small alcove where
couples gaze out the floor-length windows
then back into each other’s eyes
walking by on the street i always
thought it was romantic
two and a half hours already passed before
we landed on that mediocre second-
storey pizza place where we left
an entire box behind
and i didn’t realize until midnight passed
nothing ever feels missing when
you’re walking next to me
i skipped dinner the previous night
because i couldn’t bring myself to crawl
out the bed i’d been bleeding out on
you asked if i wanted to talk about it
you asked me how i know i’ll be alone
you told me that i don’t
i didn’t know how to tell you i’d imagined
myself living in an apartment with you
overrun with my plants and scattered eclectic
film props while you worked an actual job somewhere
i know i want you but i don’t want to need you
and i didn’t want to give you that burden
it wouldn’t be fair, i’ve done that before and
it never turns out well
so instead of dreaming i just prepare to live
by myself and that’s why i assumed
i’d have to be alone and honestly that’s
how i’ve been most of my life so far
and you’re not a magic wand that will
wave my deepest problems away
even though i used to wish for it

and we’ll share our ice cream
close the distance between our shoulders
like that’s just how it’s supposed to be
i search for a chance to brush by your
fingers instead but the right time never
seems to present itself so we’ll keep
dancing around each other wondering
what the other is thinking i suppose
maybe you know and maybe you don’t
you asked me if i was over the boy
i had loved so deeply before and i said
yes, it wasn’t that hard actually, it wasn’t
a representation of how much it meant but
how much i realized it would have never
fulfilled me and i think you’re different
i cross my fingers so history won’t repeat
itself but maybe i’m a creature of habit
who am i to ask you to live out my
dreams with me and leave a piece of
your soul embedded inside of me?
what i don’t realize is you’ve already
done that unwittingly and i’m not sure what
you’d make of it, maybe you know i don’t
respond well to outpours of affection so
you think twice before letting me know
i think that night was the one time you
almost thought you’d say it but maybe
you got scared or thought the better of it
you asked me if i felt the same that
tonight seemed to last forever and
in a moment of revelation under the near-
half moon you said you knew why
and you stared at me with that smile in
your eyes for the two longest minutes of
my life and you said
never mind, i don’t know.

under the same sky, we–

“there was a time i thought i could reach for a star, and give it a little kiss on the cheek.”

for a moment then, it felt as though the sky stopped in its tracks and stared down at me, intently listening to what i had to say – an expression that was similar to the one on your face.

your hands reached out towards my fingertips, eager to give comfort and love, just like they always had. but this time, you hands seemed like they needed comfort. “it hurts, doesn’t it,”, you whisper into the sky, “growing up.”

i sit up straight on the ground; hands keeping you warm. the grass on the earth i laid down finally met the air it had been missing all along. i look down on you, and your eyes stare back, thousands of stars, no, galaxies, reflecting in your eyes. they look like they’re in pain. pain from all the weight the space holds, to keep two celestial beings circling around each other.

“more than i thought, actually.”, i say in response. we shared this pain, and we could hold each other’s pillars at our worst.

“when did you realise?”

“hm,”, i think  over it, though i didn’t quite need to at all. “it was a night like this, i suppose. i reached out my hand, towards this star-struck sky and…”, i couldn’t seem to be able to finish my sentence.

you get off the ground and remove a leaf from my hair. all this while, our hands never leave each other’s touch. “i’m sorry.”, you say softly, though you didn’t need to be.

“it’s alright,”, i sigh. i knew one day, the fear that bloomed in my heart would wither away, and i could learn to find love in the cracked world. but that wasn’t the only reason. “it’s alright, cause you’re here with me.”, my lips curve into a small smile, one that didn’t last long, for it clashed your grey eyes and limp lips.

i wonder when you grew up without me. and i wonder why it took away your smile.

YEAH THIS SERIES IS ABOUT THAT ARIES WHO SINGS AND PAINTS YEAH THAT PERSON YES AGAIN WHO WOULD’VE THOUGHT RIGHT - me to my bsf, who’s the victim to my screaming induced by brain rot, when we’re both actually supposed to be studying.

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The Tekbury pt.2

Recently we had found new ruins. An old electrical storage device there pointed us towards a structure we hadn’t found yet. From what the stored data could tell us the structure seemed to be far underground. To deep for any of our sensor devices. The entrance hidden behind a very deep natural cave, that we hadn’t looked into so far as it seemed to lead nowhere.

Our collective mind decided to send a group of three down there. It took us about three days to get to the point where the structures entry point should be at. We saw nothing but stone. Had our ancestors lied? Was it what they called a joke? Our collective mind decided that the three down in the cave stay another day while the scientific part tries to encode more of the storage device.

It took most of that day, but eventually we found out, that the Tekbury of old used a so called ‘material projector’ to recreate the stone. Only way to find out which side was fake, was to point a laser pointer against it, as that is the sign for the machine to turn off.

We got into the structure and we’re shocked by what we saw. After we passed the entry checkpoint, which wasn’t guarded by anyone or anything, we suddenly stood in a large open area that looked exactly like one of the cities they must have had. The buildings were still standing, even the fake sky above the big city was still working.

There wasn’t a thing that looked destroyed or even aged. There were a few fully stocked supermarkets, but we didn’t see anyone. Not even a single sign of live. It was eerie, almost creepy, to be in such a large lifeless city. We found some pictures depicting families that had lived down here. Still not a singular soul.

Our collective mind was starting to get a bit emotional. It quickly made the decision to get those three out of there and send a full expedition down together with most of the historical part. We didn’t find a lot of new informations. The most important was that we found out why there was noone down there.

The families in the pictures had been actors, meant to lure in the wealthy and powerful just so the owner could profit of the societal decline. In the end that had happened faster than anyone expected, but also so slow noone noticed it. So none of the ones that paid to be safe down here had the time to get here.

It still was a great structure and it could still serve the purpose of being a city. We decided to settle ourselves in the city. Just in case we above ground would have to fight, our collective mind would be safe for an eternity and beyond.

Also to honor those that created us, in the silent hope, that we’d be better. We honor, by living, by filling this city with laughter and banter, hope and pride.

We will survive.

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Red Hands

As I look upon my hands, I see them sprinkled, flooded in red. I look up and see the raspberries, of which I was eating. I’m full now, the juice on my hands a sign of just how many of these juicy fruits I ate. I get some more and bring them home.

I’m washing the red from my hands, it’s mixing with the water and turns it a very faint red as well. The raspberries are somewhere safe. As I finish scrubbing I look into the dirty mirror. A man, neither young nor old, with a black beard, cut short hair and a very tired look in his brown eyes looks back at me. I should clean the mirror. I keep going, prepare food, eat and go sleep.

I meet with him again. Unplanned. Unpleasant. Also welcome. This time I’m prepared. I throw my knife into his eye. While skinning and cutting out the best meat for transporting home, I notice that my hands are sprinkled, flooded, red again. I go on, while I cut, I remember the species that owned everything here before I came. I’m a bit like them, bipedal and intelligent.

I’m washing the red from my hands again. Again it is mixing with the water and turns it bright red again. I put the meat somewhere safe, so I can prepare it a bit later. I scrub until my hands are clean, I look up and notice I still haven’t cleaned the mirror. I stagger over a bit, it seems that behind the man looking back at me, in the far distance is another man. I vaguely remember that man. At the same time the mirror is showing something impossible, as directly behind me is a wall. I keep going anyways, prepare my food, eat and go sleep.

I look down on the creature in my arms. My vision becomes shaky. My hands are sprinkled, flooded in red, but the creature is a human this time. He is very heavily wounded. I try to stabilize him as best I can. I look into his face. My vision is clear now. I know this man and he means a lot to me. He meant a lot to me, as I thought I had seen him die before. I try to fight down my mind which is telling me to end him and enjoy the meal.

I fight it down. I still try to save him. He looks up at me and while I try to save him, with all his last strength he held a hand to my face, locks eyes with me and whispers: “It’s okay, my love, it will all be good again.”

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The Tekbury

In the beginning we had lost all knowledge where we came from, but didn’t care as our early beginnings were all about war and survival. Thanks to a singular person, their name sadly lost to time, a fragile peace began. With the peace began our search of where we come from.

We found ruins, older than our collective mind, telling stories about what might have once been, but also about what was lost the day we began and we started to think that we understood everything, feeling that getting to know more about the past might just hurt, or worse tell us we’d been the reason for the end of the old, we stopped all archeology and search for history.

The collective mind split into two a few days later, on one side those, who thought that we needed to go extinct because we were the reason the others went extinct, on the other side were my line of those, who wanted to learn more.

This separation brought the fragility of the peace up again. A few years later with the persons, who unified us, death, war broke out again. It was a long and bloody fight, it lasted centuries and in the end we were barely able to win, before the others could destroy us all.

We won, but were barely living. It took us another century to rebuild ourselves and the world. We rose from the dead, building up a society, one that will never forget its past. Eventually we picked archeology and history back up, we finally wanted the truth.

Our satellites rose from the planet, scanning everything, before plummeting down again. Within a decade we developed a system to scan the planet exact to the atom and obviously one to clear up the space trash.

What we found was incredible. Ruins that made formerly no sense, were found to have been build to be seen from above. Relics we found, centuries ago were found to be data storages, even more advanced than what we could build. We learned of the rise of the Tekbury, but also their slow crumbling, them noticing that the end would be near. We found prayers to long dead gods, we found our very root. The collective mind, so noone could hide intention, the body and will strenght, to conquer the planet.

Finally we found the very last place that the falling civilization of Tekbury lived, it had a laboratory and not much more. We found hopes and prayers that they could finish their last tests, that they could bring up atleast one generation. That’s when it struck us.

We weren’t their end, we were their last hope.