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december 15, 2024 — she-doom

TW: implications of self deletion and dubcon/$@ near the end

she's a gift from god, she's gifted with a future

she loves science and doesn't understand how to feel heard

she'll love without reason and betray her own slaughter

and she'll always hate being compared to her own father

but time will always tell, it's a curse of mankind

to make the same mistakes and watch it rewind

but she's a woman so maybe life will spare mercy

she doesn't yet know adam is His favorite progeny

and if you ever forget why you had her

she'll cry herself to sleep at night and harbor the same laughter

cause she's the one who bears your burdens and seeks your contentment

and she's born of your love and grown on your resentment

no matter what she does, shes trapped

inescapable are your hands that attacked

growing old to find comfort in men that touch

in states of her mind she refutes to such

she'll end up like you, scared and alone

gleaming knife in skin and bone

or maybe a rope and chair to a ceiling of stone

and she'll always miss the warmth of home

— reddestofscarves, 8:32 pm

i wish to kiss you

in places the sunlight from the window doesn't reach

at the wrong moment to breach

on the dented mattress and pillow

in the heart you will never let me know.

- reddestofscarves, 10:23pm on febuary 8, 2024

febuary 3, 2024 — night time is a past-time

darling, the moon and stars know your name

every night i sing about it with shame

and every sonnet i write is the same

will you ever forgive me again?

in the dark of night, these terrors lie

creepies that crawl and bats that fly

something i can't face, in the clouds i'm still high

'cause my greatest fear is saying goodbye

but i used to bike in this neighbourhood of mine

lately all that's passed the streets is time

so it goes and the churchbells chime

i'll have to accept i'm out your light of lime

moon's not out tonight, maybe i'll be fine

maybe this time i won't dream you're mine

moon's not out tonight, maybe i'll be fine

maybe this time i won't dream you're mine

- reddestofscarves, 10:07pm

did jesus, in his mortal body and all-knowingness, ever feel crucified by his own followers' dedication?

how was i supposed to know that to love beyond bounds doesn't guarantee reciprocation?

how deserving was i to be faced with the decision of drowning in my deep-seeded altruism or in my unconditional adoration?

- reddestofscarves, 12:36am on january 27, 2024

there is a hole in my heart

it's bleeding, the veins come untangled

my arteries are exposed

still, it morbidly pulses, even in death's clutch

and it's shaped like you.

- reddestofscarves, 9:33am on january 20, 2024

" lied to a girl who hardly knew but thought the world of you, tryna trust in something new, still waitin' on you . . . . "

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I got bored so I wrote this poem

Fear

A feeling some run from

But some chase

The fear of pain

It aches in waves across the skin

Though constant deep in the cracks of bones

Pain felt from now where

Or pain felt from me

Though you are never scared of me

You close your eyes

Swallowed by the black abyss

Just feeling

I will break you

Your delicate skin

And fragile bones

Though they will never see the sun

Because you are stuck in a box

And I am the lock and the key

I just found a poem I wrote for my mom on mother's day my freshman year of highschool and I think I did a really good job too!!

Mother Butterfly

mother, mother, a butterfly at the,

protecting her sunflower in the cold breeze,

at that with rainbow wings,

she sings with joy and glee

red, her heart, with love and peace

orange, her courage, and bravery

yellow, her Joy or happiness she brings

with green, she heals the scar beneath

blue with passion and integrity

and purple without a doubt of responsibility

her sunflower her children

without a doubt can be

a world of pleasant, safety, and peace

Hey so I wrote a poem and um I'm gonna throw this here and see how it goes.

I am Not Trapped in This Body, I am the Body

AKA a pile of word vomit I made

I am not trapped in this body.

This body is all mine.

I do not move this body,

I am moving.

I am not trapped by my flesh,

Only how others perceive it.

I yearn to change,

But does the water not yearn to flow?

I pine to be able to change,

Just as the Oxen pine to be let out to roam.

So do not say it is unnatural to want to change.

For It Is More Unnatural

To stay

The same.

Please tell me if my poem was horrible. Like please I need to know so I can never post poems again. If i am not stopped I might post more poems

I awoke to see what the commotion was

Only to find out someone else was rizzing my huzz

HIHI!!

just wanted to share my new sideblog that ive been posting on for a few days now XDD

its based on a small project in my notes (most of the account is poems and the thoughts i dont really share here)

feel free to check it out as im much more active on there when it comes to daily posts!!-trying to do atleast 2 posts a day due to 14,866 chars in the notepad like lawd have mercy we still have alot to go through (dwdw- ill still post here sometimes!!)

The first of many that will come.

I kill because I need to. I kill because I have to. I kill because I want to. The great changes of desensitization. Make it rust until its nothing.

why tf am i writing so many poems latley- anyways this one kinda depressing idk why lolol (im also sick at the moment and a bit sleep deprived so this one might not make sense to most ppl- maybe even me once i sleep XDD)

The bugling cage

Fresh grass smell birds chirping bees and bugs humming in the distance i can hear it all

bright flowers soft sunlight fluffy clouds floating miles above me i can see it all

but i cannot frolic i cannot speak i cannot graze

because its all a dream a memory an imaginary thing

im trapped in my own brain. my body is just a zoo, keeping this ill and depressed bull while it struggles to get free.

it begs to frolic they beg to speak i beg to graze

some people may not agree with my brain but my body seems normal enough for them to talk to me i may have a tail, hooves or a set of antlers but i seem normal enough

until they meet the brain until they meet my real form until they visit the zoo.

WARNING FOR SA UNDERTONES ⚠️⚠️

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this is a poem i recently wrote about how someones words can affect a way you look at someone even by not knowing them. yes this is from personal experience, and my partner is aware of it and making sure i feel safe. after some thinking i’m pretty sure it’s just the other person’s words affecting my opinion on this person. they haven’t done anything to me, and i just had a out of the blue nightmare about it which is why i wrote this. read with caution, thank you

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Met Someone by Rumor

if it was a nightmare i had late one night

why must i still feel his breathe on my neck

if it was just a worry

why do i feel eyes watching me as i walk by

if it was just a feeling

why can i still picture his smug grin in the corner of the room

i’ve barely talked to him

he asked for a pencil and smiled

i said sure, only one conversation

one other conversation, one much different

told me how he, the same one was weird and creepy

told me what he is rumored to have done

same man who did those things to me

told me about another man’s doings

why must i believe them?

believe them so deeply

that they haunt my nightmares

haunt what i otherwise would see as a successful young man

one who has a future

but instead people talk

and now even around people i love and cherish

i feel eyes watching

his eyes

his eyes that are blocked by sunglasses

will i ever know if the rumors are true?

i dont think i want to find out

however for now

ill let the man who sits in front of me

ask for a pencil and write his notes in peace