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Do I need to stop spamming you guys with my random and poorly written ' poetry '?
[A] Yes.
[B] Maybe.
[C] No.
[D] I wouldn't know, I don't read it.
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Leave your vote in a comment please. Thank you lovelies.
-Darkkinkachu
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Story TellerStory TellerStory Teller
Weave words through my mind
Like spun silver.
Beads of golden imagination
Clinging to the strands like a morning dew.
Paint me a better world.
Scrape away this gray film of life
And replace it with bold abrasive strokes of the unreal.
Colours that go by unseen and places only the grinning felines know of.
Story Teller
Build me a castle in the sky.
Lay your words out as the solid bricks.
Smear secret smiles and tense pauses as mortar.
Make it higher, higher, higher
by ~Darkkinkachu
DevourTheSkyI want toDevourTheSky
Devour the sky.
Lovingly draw each star in with my tongue
And crush them between my molars
Until they're only stardust glowing in my veins.
I need to
Devour the sky.
Swallow the sun in a single greedy gulp,
Searing my pallet with exquisite pain
And coming to a sizzling rest in my belly.
I have to
Devour the sky.
Slide my tongue over the moons cold surface like ice cream
And nibble down the edges
Until the only light left comes from my eyes.
by ~Darkkinkachu
Cats And BatsI'm watching you fallCats And Bats
(Again.)
Down the cliché rabbit hole.
(I did it)
But whether you tripped,
(Accidentally)
Or jumped
(On purpose.)
I can't really tell.
If I whisper in your ear
(Why am I asking questions)
Or scream until my lungs bleed
(When I already know the answer?)
Would you listen?
I don’t have the heart to tell you
(I lost it a while ago)
That what you're doing isn't flying.
(Have you found it?)
by ~Darkkinkachu
Marrow Covus New ProfileFull Name: Marrow CovusMarrow Covus New Profile
Race & Gender: Demon, Feline Class, Sin of Sloth. Female.
Age: Seventeen-Eighteen years of age in current life. Total lives unknown.
Physical Features: Sleek cat-like ears positioned on the side of the head and capable of swiveling in almost any direction. A tail about five feet long from the base of her spine, tapering to a whip-like tip about 2/3s down and covered in a fine sheen of fur. Feet are anthropomorphic and paw like with soft pink pads on the bottom and light fur going to about the ankles before thinning out and disappearing. Fur on ears, tail, and paws is a
by ~Darkkinkachu
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we moved a lot.
at one time there was a house that filtered sunshine in ways church windows would weep to witness, and at another, a house where i learned how quickly "upside down" would come to define more than the position on the sofa that my mother told me would give me a headache if i held too long.
i remember my granddaddy's house smelled of Jova
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Es hat von lauter Purpur ein Mäntlein um.
Sagt, wer mag das Männlein sein,
Das da steht im Wald allein
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Ein Männlein steht im Walde ganz still und stumm,
Es hat von lauter Purpur ein Mäntlein um.
Sagt, wer mag das Männlein sein,
Das da steht im Wald allein
Mit dem purpurroten Mäntelein.
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Ein Männlein steht im Walde ganz still und stumm,
Es hat von lauter Purpur ein Mäntlein um.
Sagt, wer mag das Männlein sein,
Das da steht im Wald allein
Mit dem purpurroten Mäntelein.
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