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ooooooo... poems! I'm officially following this.

Spoiler

You see them above, rising more.
You envy.
Then they show flaws, flawlessly exploited by you.
Elated, you now rise.
Now you.
Elated you, by exploitation flawlessly.
Flaws shown.
They then envy your aboveness more.
Rise, they see you.

 

Posted
9 hours ago, Kaladist said:

ooooooo... poems! I'm officially following this.

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You see them above, rising more.
You envy.
Then they show flaws, flawlessly exploited by you.
Elated, you now rise.
Now you.
Elated you, by exploitation flawlessly.
Flaws shown.
They then envy your aboveness more.
Rise, they see you.

 

Thanks! I love the dramatic ketek!!!

Posted
6 hours ago, Ink and Embers said:

Thanks! I love the dramatic ketek!!!

Thanks! I figured I'd write a ketek for an English class poetry assignment.... and BOOM! I just kept writing keteks! Check out I'm Kaladist! to see more of my keteks. WARNING: there is a big KoWT spoiler poem.

  • 1 month later...
Posted

I forgot this existed and need to get back into writing poetry 

I might post some non-poems soon though

Spoiler

I apologise for the interruption 

I apologise for bothering you

I apologise for thinking of this

I apologise on behalf of you

I apologise for my clumsiness 

I apologise for my request

I apologise for my manners

I apologise for my best

I apologise for breathing 

I apologise for the waste

I apologise for existence 

And I'm sorry for taking up space

 

Posted
On 3/7/2026 at 2:09 AM, Through the Living Ink said:

I forgot this existed and need to get back into writing poetry 

I might post some non-poems soon though

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I apologise for the interruption 

I apologise for bothering you

I apologise for thinking of this

I apologise on behalf of you

I apologise for my clumsiness 

I apologise for my request

I apologise for my manners

I apologise for my best

I apologise for breathing 

I apologise for the waste

I apologise for existence 

And I'm sorry for taking up space

 

oh yeah I forgot abt this but I loved it

Posted
21 minutes ago, Through The Living Girl said:

oh yeah I forgot abt this but I loved it

Thank you very much!!! That means a lot. 

Posted (edited)
On 10/12/2025 at 2:17 AM, Through the Living Ink said:

Hi! I occasionally write poetry and I wanted to post some on here! Feedback appreciated!

 

These are so good! Your writing style is so inspiring!

Edited by Through The Living Grass
Posted
On 3/6/2026 at 11:09 PM, Through the Living Ink said:

I forgot this existed and need to get back into writing poetry 

I might post some non-poems soon though

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I apologise for the interruption 

I apologise for bothering you

I apologise for thinking of this

I apologise on behalf of you

I apologise for my clumsiness 

I apologise for my request

I apologise for my manners

I apologise for my best

I apologise for breathing 

I apologise for the waste

I apologise for existence 

And I'm sorry for taking up space

 

well ya shouldn't be

*hmph*

Posted
On 3/13/2026 at 5:29 PM, Through The Living Grass said:

These are so good! Your writing style is so inspiring!

Thank you so so much!!!

6 hours ago, Through The Living Coder said:

well ya shouldn't be

*hmph*

*smiles* Thank you *hugs*

Having remembered this existed, here is a piece of prose I wrote! I was experimenting with seeing how descriptive I could make my writing in a story, so it may be utterly unintelligible. Feedback appreciated!!

Spoiler

The air tastes like metal, cold and sharp and unyielding. Unfamiliar. When you live staring at a mirror, you do not notice when it becomes a statue, yet you change anyway. Every way. Once a blessing, twice a curse. Your body can mould to the blade or grow spines of its own. 

"You never told me." A stranger's voice; it sounds like home. I expected your words but that does not mean I know you. I can feel the ripples without seeing the stone that fell. Blue is summer but blue is ice and you are in a thousand of my nightmares as the creature at their cores. Is a story worth the price if no one will listen? Will its tears grow new roots, or will they fall unnoticed among the dark oceans that sweep around your chest?

"You never asked," the words like pebbles, clattering remnants of a life fragmented by time and loss. Everything echoes but grows softer with age. Fear was a shivering creature in the edges of your eyes, while I cupped mine in calloused hands and watched as it sagged and deteriorated until feathers became dust. I know what I became. I cannot say the same for you.

Cold whispers through cracks and gaps and breaks. It bites like a beloved pet turned wild. I did not understand cold before now, when incorporeal hands snatch at my sleeves and fall away, leaving afterimages of frost and tombs. The tea I left on the table does not steam anymore, yet eternity has passed between every tick of the faded clock.

I could reach through eternity and you would not be there. Would I be reaching for you in the first place, or for the mask you left propped at the table, many indistinguishable years ago? A scare-crow - no, a scare-fear. Enough to fool the most fleeting of thoughts, but never to replace real flesh and heart. It feels yesterday you were scars and screams and blood only for you now to hide your wounds far from this kitchen, paper and cloth instead. Perhaps you are another delusion, another shadow twisted into a leering face. Perhaps this is as real as you are and I do not recognise you enough to tell. Who are you? Who am I, without your words to define me?

You leave with the night, spraying silver showers from your boots as though your departure has shaken down the stars. They are left in shards for me to pick up. I do not think I can piece this many back together.

 

  • 4 weeks later...
Posted

And, once again, I remember this exists!

Here's an unnecessarily flowery poem I wrote 

Spoiler

Icarus

Too close, too far, fell, rose, burned

Mountains freeze over, seats of the gods, so what melted your wings?

The sun will not hold your ambition in embrace

Winds burns, though: strips your reddened flesh

That which was supposed to be salvation instead executioner

Fire and water are both death here; opposites are just ignorance 

Fly too high - light imbues you with flame

Feathers flake with the radiance of a falling angel

You become the sun and though you are glorious you are consumed 

Feel the drip of wax slipping through your palms; know 

Wings sweating away their cohesion, shedding protection 

Too bright, too warm, too close to ascension, too far from humanity.

But fly too low, and mortality hides there too 

You would never have had to do this if only they listened

Salt spray in the joints, immobile, paralysing

Keep your head down and forget how to fly

Would it be forgetting or freeing,

You own inaction pinning you like a butterfly to a page of the erased?

Caution does not kill in most myths.

The cautious don't get myths.

Amid searing and freezing, starkness and sound:

Die from security or live eternally an error?

Will they take your story as warning or hope?

 

Posted
On 4/11/2026 at 2:32 AM, Ink and Embers said:

And, once again, I remember this exists!

Here's an unnecessarily flowery poem I wrote 

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Icarus

Too close, too far, fell, rose, burned

Mountains freeze over, seats of the gods, so what melted your wings?

The sun will not hold your ambition in embrace

Winds burns, though: strips your reddened flesh

That which was supposed to be salvation instead executioner

Fire and water are both death here; opposites are just ignorance 

Fly too high - light imbues you with flame

Feathers flake with the radiance of a falling angel

You become the sun and though you are glorious you are consumed 

Feel the drip of wax slipping through your palms; know 

Wings sweating away their cohesion, shedding protection 

Too bright, too warm, too close to ascension, too far from humanity.

But fly too low, and mortality hides there too 

You would never have had to do this if only they listened

Salt spray in the joints, immobile, paralysing

Keep your head down and forget how to fly

Would it be forgetting or freeing,

You own inaction pinning you like a butterfly to a page of the erased?

Caution does not kill in most myths.

The cautious don't get myths.

Amid searing and freezing, starkness and sound:

Die from security or live eternally an error?

Will they take your story as warning or hope?

 

Wait no stop it this is my life lmao

/j

this is so cool

Posted
14 hours ago, Verdance said:

Wait no stop it this is my life lmao

/j

this is so cool

Thank you very very very much!!!!!!!!

Spoiler

In my head it was an allegory for being trans, but I tried to leave it as open to interpretation as possible

 

  • 5 weeks later...
Posted

Once again, I remembered this exists

It's a song! No clue about titles yet though

Spoiler

I thought it would end there 

I thought this would be the one 

But I hate that we still have a chance 

I hate that you haven't run

 

Can we say it's over?

Can the nightmares be of past?

Can we say the world we want 

Is seen in the looking glass?

Can we make this matter without needing this?

We didn't die as heroes and I don't want the alternative 

 

 

It's okay to go to sleep 

I don't need you to fight these battles for me 

When did the world become your priority?

Nothing is perfect, honey

 

Can we say this is the world we choose?

Can we live without fighting it?

We didn't die as heroes, and I don't want the alternative

 

Can we just stop?

Can we let go?

Can we leave this to the kids 

Before they usurp our thrones?

I don't want to be a villain 

But that's the way the story goes ... right? 

 

Can we say this world is good enough 

And we don't need a crusade?

I don't want our perfection to fall to a facade 

Can we stop running, before there's nothing left to give?

Because we didn't die as heroes and I fear the alternative

 

  • 2 weeks later...
Posted (edited)
Spoiler

What are you waiting for?

Are you waiting for the twist of a smile

Are you waiting for the painless laughs

Are you waiting for the promise of a rainbow

Except Noah's arc held two humans, man and woman,

So you will never be one of the spared.

Or are you waiting for the sudden flick of amber

In the form of a sunset walk on a sick stomach

In the form of striped socks left in changing rooms

In the form of larvae cracking out of a fossil

Except this feels new to you, and appearances can be deceptive

So the scientists will never find the spinning in which your soul will reside.

Are you waiting for the bending promise of green

And the poles planted for supporting new shoots

And the glint of jade on a headpiece historians couldn't place

And the bright pre-dawn flash promising a new start and a new vision

Except this is waiting still, for lights you cannot control

So you still sing and dance and clap on your taut puppet strings.

What are you waiting for?

Trust? Pain? Acceptance?

You shovel dirt over your secrets 

Like someone who has not realised unexplained gravestones draw more questions than truth

Like someone's funeral that guests have not realised isn't a wedding

Like you are desperately hoping something will grow from your corpse

Except your flesh sloughs rotten from your own bones onto baked concrete

So you tighten your helmet and cycle onward to the next red light

Cautiously called "Green Light" for now

Edited by Ink and Embers
Spag
Posted

Im going to hyperfixate on the title before I actually read this

+1 reputation for using the correct color. Green beats out everything else every time, obviously 

also, is this a Great Gatsby reference? The ‘green light’ is constantly used as symbolism in that book for hope and far off dreams in an ecclesiastical vanity of a world, hope that persists even when life feels shallow and meaningless. 

i hate to ‘erm actually’ you, but there were eight in noah’s ark. Noah, his wife, his three sons, and their three wives.

Forgive me if this is terribly rude, but is that supposed to be an enby angst sort of thing? If so, the above paragraph doesn’t take away from it, its still an excellent metaphor. I just did a noah’s ark poem so this is an interesting juxtaposition 

those closing lines feel very familiar to me. Prove to me I am a seed planted and not a corpse buried. Prove to me my life isn’t over before its began. Prove to me my hope isn’t just me lying to myself, that there’s some other reason than ‘people care about me’ that i deserve to exist. 

Posted
47 minutes ago, Verdance said:

i hate to ‘erm actually’ you, but there were eight in noah’s ark. Noah, his wife, his three sons, and their three wives.

 

ANIMALS ARE  PEOPLE TOO.

Posted
44 minutes ago, Verdance said:

Im going to hyperfixate on the title before I actually read this

Okay so this is an awesome response and thank you very much!!!

44 minutes ago, Verdance said:

+1 reputation for using the correct color. Green beats out everything else every time, obviously

Hmm yes ... @Verdance

44 minutes ago, Verdance said:

also, is this a Great Gatsby reference? The ‘green light’ is constantly used as symbolism in that book for hope and far off dreams in an ecclesiastical vanity of a world, hope that persists even when life feels shallow and meaningless. 

It isn't, as I've never read the Great Gatsby. An unfortunate but happy coincidence! It is on my list of things to read though, and that's fun

44 minutes ago, Verdance said:


i hate to ‘erm actually’ you, but there were eight in noah’s ark. Noah, his wife, his three sons, and their three wives.

Oops; sorry! I did not know that (I didn't fact check this and haven't read Noah's arc in a while, so sorry). Thank you very much!

44 minutes ago, Verdance said:

Forgive me if this is terribly rude, but is that supposed to be an enby angst sort of thing? If so, the above paragraph doesn’t take away from it, its still an excellent metaphor. I just did a noah’s ark poem so this is an interesting juxtaposition 

Truthfully sort of; a lot of my poems are about gender on some level but not on others. Unnecessary "angst" is probably a good way of describing it

44 minutes ago, Verdance said:

those closing lines feel very familiar to me. Prove to me I am a seed planted and not a corpse buried. Prove to me my life isn’t over before its began. Prove to me my hope isn’t just me lying to myself, that there’s some other reason than ‘people care about me’ that i deserve to exist. 

This is very beautiful and is poetry in its own right. I'm glad you found it interesting!

Thank you very much for reading!!!

1 minute ago, Through The Living Ketek said:

ANIMALS ARE  PEOPLE TOO.

Yea that too; sorry 

I really should've fact checked those lines

Posted
41 minutes ago, Through The Living Ketek said:

ANIMALS ARE  PEOPLE TOO.

No souls

:(

Posted
Just now, Through The Living Ketek said:

WHAT?

Animals do not have souls

Posted
On 5/14/2026 at 11:46 AM, Ink and Embers said:

Once again, I remembered this exists

It's a song! No clue about titles yet though

  Hide contents

I thought it would end there 

I thought this would be the one 

But I hate that we still have a chance 

I hate that you haven't run

 

Can we say it's over?

Can the nightmares be of past?

Can we say the world we want 

Is seen in the looking glass?

Can we make this matter without needing this?

We didn't die as heroes and I don't want the alternative 

 

 

It's okay to go to sleep 

I don't need you to fight these battles for me 

When did the world become your priority?

Nothing is perfect, honey

 

Can we say this is the world we choose?

Can we live without fighting it?

We didn't die as heroes, and I don't want the alternative

 

Can we just stop?

Can we let go?

Can we leave this to the kids 

Before they usurp our thrones?

I don't want to be a villain 

But that's the way the story goes ... right? 

 

Can we say this world is good enough 

And we don't need a crusade?

I don't want our perfection to fall to a facade 

Can we stop running, before there's nothing left to give?

Because we didn't die as heroes and I fear the alternative

 

Great poem! 

Spoiler

Personally I’d prefer if all those cans were can’ts, but that’s just me.

1 hour ago, Verdance said:

Animals do not have souls

Lies! Look into my cats eyes, and say there is nothing behind them! 

Posted
32 minutes ago, Through the Living Potato said:

Great poem! 

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Personally I’d prefer if all those cans were can’ts, but that’s just me.

Lies! Look into my cats eyes, and say there is nothing behind them! 

Oooooo that's cool actually, I agree with the spoiler box! It fits the speaker's (singer's?) general sadness more!

Posted
1 hour ago, Through the Living Potato said:

Great poem! 

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Personally I’d prefer if all those cans were can’ts, but that’s just me.

Lies! Look into my cats eyes, and say there is nothing behind them! 

There is nothing behind a cat’s eyes except its optic nerves

Genesis shows that while animals were simply spoken into existence, humanity had life breathed into them. Breath, wind, and spirit are all one word in Hebrew, so this is the author of genesis showing how mankind is set apart with a soul. 

Ofc this is just my belief but i think its a well known objective fact that cats have no souls

they sold them all to Satan obviously 

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