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“𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨.”

-𝘑𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘍𝘰𝘦𝘳

The little faerie who carry

"The dust on their little ferry

Twirl round and around

Spilling sand over the cloud

Giggling and laughing out loud

They bring you luck, of springtime

And showers blessings of love at bedtime"

For you

*cries in faerie dust*

"I find the blessings of love at bedtime

Wondering why I feel at peace

I look up and see the spilling sand over the cloud

And I know that it's you bringing me luck of the springtime"

@deadwhisper :)

I needed this. Thank you, love. You're the best <3

Asks Open

Hello all!

Hope you are doing well.

Of late, I've been looking for some strong inspiration to write. I've found that writing requests and asks have been extremely motivating for me to keep writing poems and posting them.

So, I'm open for prompts and writing requests, which I would really appreciate.

Asks and DMs are open. Thank you!

Much love,

The Creaky Writer

A Melancholy Ache

This small corner of the world

Giving me a chance to step into an another

That's all I've ever wanted

And yet this melancholy ache I feel

All these friends have moved on

And I'm still behind trying to reach the cliff

Will the cliff be my flight or fall?

The questions keep me awake and fragile

And the expectations pull me into a slumber

Didn't see it coming, loved where it was going

Those doors I never had the key for were unlocked

How do I close them back now that you took away the key when you left?

I am a rock in most weathers, for me and everyone else

But there comes once in a season shift and I fall apart albeit for a moment

In that vulnerability lies what I wish to conquer

A chance to step into another world, for better or for worse

I want to find out

This is the absolute best! Loved every sentence and the aesthetic so much 🤍✨

@deadwhisper You're the queen 👑

Can't wait to read what you've written for the others too!

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What lies in thy name?

(part:1)

For @thecreakywriter

So, for April that is the national poetry writing month, I thought I'd do something new (also cause I was suffering from a mental block and I didn't know what to do)

So here is my first poem. I hope you like it @thecreakywriter. I'm working on my other works too and they'll all range from too serious to funny(?)

I hope you guys enjoy it.

@deadwhisper

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Run Down The Hill

Sweet tinge of petrichor from the freshly mown grass

Our shoes squelching the wet mud as we run

We run down the hill, not a care in the world

Wind whipping the face, a fresh cut feeling

Your laughter and my cloistered joy heavy in the air

In the moment, we get lost, lost like lights in the starry sky

We run down the hill, not a care in the world

Hearts beating fast like the beat to our music

Hyaline handcuffs melting away in the bright sun

Days spent like they’re halcyon in ages to come

We run down the hill, not a care in the world

Dreaming the wildest dreams, looking at the sky for limit