I Met Him In A Dream (Poem)

I Met Him in a Dream (Poem)

I met him in a dream, long ago if I remember

He was bigger, he was taller,

But his face was just too real.

I'm waking up, it's just a dream

Before I go, he says

"Hey, it's me."

I met him in a dream again, I remember it this time

His hair is short, his chest is flat

But his voice sounds a lot like mine.

Before I woke I'm calling out,

So he said,

"Hey, it's me."

I met him in the mirror, for the first time in forever

His chest's not flat, his hair's too long

But his eyes are just like mine.

I'm seeing myself for the first time ever, so I'll look with everything I've got.

And hey, it's me.

I’m noticing an increase in new fic writers on AO3 who…uh…mayy not know how to format their fics correctly..so here is a quick and VERY important tip

Using a random fic of mine as example..

The left example: ✅✅✅

The right example: ❌❌❌

Idk how many times I’ve read a good fic summary and been so excited to read before clicking on it and being met with an ugly wall of text. When I see a huge text brick with zero full line breaks my eyes blur and I just siiiigh bc either I click out immediately or I grin and bear it…it’s insufferable!

If a new character speaks, you need a line break. If you notice a paragraph is becoming too large, go ahead and make a line break and/or maybe reconfigure the paragraph to flow better. I’m not a pro writer or even a huge fic writer but…please…ty…

I'm very queer, my writing is very queer, and if you don't support the LGBTQIA community then stay off my page, please and thank you :)

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

Mask Seller

The Mask Seller comes every year, no one knows his name or face. But they come with her car and his dogs all barking and pulls out the masks to sell.

Pretty masks, ugly masks, young and old, thin and wide, people clamor for masks of all kinds.

"Make me beautiful!" the neighbor's wife yells, and the Mask Seller sells one for only ten dollars.

"Make me younger!" cries the old man, and the Mask Seller sells it, but only for a quarter.

Today I am brave, and I asked what he has, "Masks of all kinds, for every shape and size."

They lean forward but not too much, and there's a smile beneath her veil so he asks me, "What would you like?" I don't know, I say. I just hate my face and I want something else, so they hum and she nods, listens to my tale. He taps me on the forehead, face still hidden by the veil.

"You've already got a mask," the Mask Seller says, suddenly old and wise. "I can't take it off, so you have to instead."

I thank them and I leave and mull it all over, I pull at my chin, my ears, my nose. But it doesn't come off, maybe the Mask Seller was wrong.

I stay for another time, until the Mask Seller comes again, and they say, "You still have that mask on, how about a deal?"

If I can take it off, before she leaves town, he'll buy it for a handsome sum. I don't care about the money, but I shake their hand and nod.

I stare at the mirror and catalogue my face, mulling over everything I hate. This isn't me, I say out loud, and with a pop the mask comes off.

I take it to the Mask Seller without looking in the mirror, and shout at her with glee, it's off, it's off, I'm finally free!

She takes the mask away, pats me once then twice. He's gone by morning, but I feel very light. The mirror's face isn't different, but it's happier than it was and oh, this is me.

Just a heads up for the near future: within the next two weeks I'll be starting my first big writing project! Hopefully by then I'll have officially posted the first bit :3

I usually write more when at least someone sees it and expresses interest so hopefully this'll work! In the meantime, I'll be posting another poem or two before setting to work on the big boi.

Big boi (title pending) is going to be DnD inspired with original characters and will feature more adult content and themes, so be warned. I'll do my best to put on any necessary trigger warnings. I also have no idea how big the story will be, so we'll find out together, I suppose!

With all that being said: Wish me luck!

First post on the hellsite, hi everybody!

Knew this day would come.

Anywho, I'll be posting some poetry and story ideas on here, let's see if I can figure out the tagging system.