21 | he/him | pansexualjust a lil guy with many interests
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A piece on People pleasing
My mind laid bare for all to see, Such a feast for them to eat. Every part of me is free, No worries as it's all my treat. Please feel free, devour me, I'm sure I have some tasty meat.
What do you mean that is not good? Aren't I just a piece of food?
I like it just fine in this way, 'cause else I feel like in a cage. To not be eaten or consumed, That feels so wrong and so untrue. I don't long for this kind of free, As just like this I am happy. For being bitten and emptied, That's the only way for me. So please do bite me yet again, And eat me like my other friends.
I think "refreshing" is an underrated flavor spectrum. Like I love it when something is refreshing
mhhhh, don't think so
doing things is too hardd
stop liking my posts and go do things. idiot.
FUCK YOU! *unquiets your activity graph*
finally… all quiet…..
I wish flavor was free. Like I just want the taste, you can keep the actual food.
A piece on self sabotage
A forest is growing and I planted the seeds A building stands proud and I laid its bricks A river is flowing and I dug its trench But no matter what I build or do, it all gets destroyed by my own hands
A wildfire's burning and I laid the spark A building's collapsing and I broke it's supports A Dam is blocking the flowing water and I am the one who built it But no matter what I stop or destroy, I can't seem to find myself
A rage is building and I feel overwhelmed A view of my world is crumbling and I can't hide behind it now A tear is rolling down my cheek as I slowly come to terms with my sadness Now I am all stranded, covered in tears, flames and debris of my own making
Just what should I do with me now that I see the scars I have been hiding from myself?
yeah, must be a made up year, couldn't be real
feels so wrong that itll be 2025 soon. fake year. science fiction year
A piece about feeling stuck
O' wanderer of many worlds, please lead me well astray, 'cause I'm already full of hurt and want to go away.
No matter when, no matter where, just make me dissappear, 'cause wanderer, o' wanderer, I live and live in fear.
A fear that's always nagging me, a fear deep in my core, the fear that I have to adhere, the fear I must endure.
I want not keep myself away from all this life presents, Though stuck I am in my own hole, with no turn of events.
It's hurting me, it's screeching loud, no matter what I do, O' wanderer, yes wanderer, please just make me feel true.
A piece about depression
The raven came today, and I don't think I like it, It's big and imposing and hard to make out, but it wanted me to touch its wings.
The raven came today, and I am scared, It stretched out its wings just once and blocked out all light everywhere, but it wanted me to touch its neck.
The raven came today, and I am so saddened, Whenever it rends its claws something succumbs under them with so much pain and suffering, but it wanted me to touch its feet.
The raven came today, and I cannot feel happy, It roars so loud all other sounds simply fade leaving me empty and alone, but it wanted me to touch its head.
The raven came today, and I feel so tiny, It's gaze seems to pierce through the air as everything else turns to black along with my soul, but it wanted me to touch its chest.
The raven came today, and pain soars through me, It keeps pecking at my skin and hurting me draining me of everything, but it wanted me to touch its beak.
The raven came today, and it seems so much bigger than before, Whenever it now pecks me it feels like my limbs are torn and nerves are burning as it takes the pieces from me that I so desperately need, but it demanded me to embrace it.
The raven came today, and it seems like I'm gone, I feel fear, anger, sorrow and helplessness, but it asks me to go with it for this one, final visit. … .. .
Hm, so, as I have more or less exhausted my stockpiled ideas and my brain feels quite empty of the funny, for the next few days I'll just post some little snippets I wrote over the last few years depending on how much I can dig up
when i buy something and my bank balance actually goes down
clocking into another shift at the wanting things factory
What if,,, img cozzy???
justm wan lay downn!!1