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ac_unit
@furetakunai ac_unit

(A fairly short poem. Hope you like it. Ugnnhh i'm so tireddd)

A knot forms slowly, over, under, around and through.

It pulls itself tighter and tighter to the point of eternal bondage.

And as the final tug releases, scratching can be heard.

A piece of paper, viciously being carved into, rips appear with the words;

it becomes unreadable to all eyes.

The letters, what do they mean? Are they regretful cries?

Or merely one final message, before irreversible dormancy?

I want an answer but it just sits there, a tongue-tied smile.

@Tired-but-passionate

aren’t we all? quite ambiguous. I like it :>

ac_unit
@furetakunai ac_unit

fair enough lmao thank you!

ac_unit
@furetakunai ac_unit

2 AM Refill (Notebook.ai adaptation lmfao. really that just means it's different here than other places I posted it.)

Exhaust.
Each exhale smells like propane and pollutes
my mind.

I can hold my breath
but for how long before I exhale and breath you in again?

Before get high off the toxic fumes,
I want you to promise me that tomorrow you'll save me
from eating dust.

Will you
save me from the scary place
that only keeps one light on at night,
just beside the desert road?

@Tired-but-passionate

👌👌👌

@SpookyJim

One second
Is all it takes.
One second
Your life will change.
One second
Find something new.
One second
Do something cool.
One second
Is a saving grace.
One second
Starts your rise to fame.
One second
And they chant your name.
One second
The world sees your face.
One second
Is all we got.
One second
And then we rot.
One second
So appreciate life
'Cause one second's all there is
Between "live" and "die".

group
@darling-velocipede group
@Tired-but-passionate

Oh gosh it’s beautiful, so beautiful

group
@darling-velocipede group

aw thanks luv!

ac_unit
@furetakunai ac_unit

Nobody asked for paragraph poetry, but here, have it anyway.

"Latent Languor"

Hold me in your arms while you say goodbye to me one last time, darling. Capture me within your never-ending story; our everlasting dream. Caress my skin until it goes numb and I begin to feel the stab of unshakable oneirataxia within my mind. Please tell me, please do. Won't you drag my soul from my body until you feel the epicaricacy from my gentle sin, and you can return to your state of blinding euphoria? …won't you, love? Free me with the sweet sirens of oblivion, and leave my vessel to fall from the web that you laced with feelings of trepidation. Crawl away from it without a singular negative emotion, run away and weave your new trap. And I hope when you wander on alone, with the space between now and the future naught but a lacuna, all your encounters are laced with a virid glow. I wish for you all the best, some of the worst, and a little bit of the rest. But not the curse of an elegiac future.

@Tired-but-passionate

Das a lotta words I don’t know, sir :p
Dang everyone be writing amazing love poetry and here I am, with no inspiration (well I mean I started to write one, but then all the feelings went away but I still don’t feel like it’s finished)

ac_unit
@furetakunai ac_unit

Aha, my bad, maybe I should more common words, though I have a fascination for uncommon words, so I know a lot. But being honest all of the "love poetry" I write is about love I've never had hahahah. But I feel that. I tend to run into the no inspiration wall a lot.

@Tired-but-passionate

Don’t worry about it, I like learning new words too. And hahahaha sammme but I’m not one to write love poetry. I think I’ll look at the previous poems I wrote or the previous ones in this thread for inspiration, when I have the time.

ac_unit
@furetakunai ac_unit

Niceu :D

@Tired-but-passionate

(Yayyy I’m done… at 1:30am haha. Tbh I feel the ending is a bit rushed)

Liquid gold drips
From the crumbling precipices of my heart
And I wonder
When the cycle will end
Will this golden river carry me
Into another season of life?
Will an internal revelation
Shake the riverbed,
Take a detour?
Sometimes I want to sink
Into this rocky riverbed
Let the gold sink and stick between my eyelashes
Glue them shut
But I float, my eyes open
And I feel the burden of liquid metal
In my nasal cavity
Cough, snort, blow my nose
A spray of liquid crimson
My salty tears mix with the gold
My hair dances like ink beneath the surface

I’m tired of this relentless current
Hot liquid metal tugs, pulls at the edges of my brain
My liquid brain
And I try so hard not to dissolve in gold
The shell of my flesh eroding as I’m taken downstream

Hot hands of iron reach down
Wipe the blood from my nose
But burn my skin
“You must,” they whisper. “You must dissolve.”
A shuddering sob, a burning in my chest cavity
Liquid salt slides down my cheeks
I don’t want the cycle to end like this
I will never be whole again
Someone hold me, keep me whole
But oh, what terror it is
To try and reach through these hands of iron
And never find a palm of warm flesh
And what can flesh do?
I can hold onto it, try to restore my sanity
But it can’t pull me from the gold
I don’t want them to pull me up, only to burn at my touch

Don’t touch me
I deserve to dissolve
But I’m so afraid
Don’t ask me to dissolve in gold
And expect me to smile
My lips are smeared with crimson
I’m sorry I can’t smile
Why am I apologizing?
But I almost feel the burns fade away
Or maybe it’s my liquid brain’s imagination
I’m trying to keep from yearning too much
I let my skin harden
My skin is metal, my brain is liquid
And I’m carried down this river of gold
Waiting to fall down the waterfall of my heart
And let the gold dissolve into ink and crimson,
These hands of iron melt away,
And to finally feel warm flesh again
I won’t dissolve

group
@darling-velocipede group

those last 8 lines killed me

ac_unit
@furetakunai ac_unit

:DDDD

Amazing work!! It's absolutely beautiful.

group
@darling-velocipede group
@Tired-but-passionate

(Thanks guys! I just woke up so I’ll read yours @darling-velocipede when I get the chance)

@Tired-but-passionate

Beautiful as always

group
@darling-velocipede group

https://www.notebook.ai/forum/general-writing/give-me-a-prompt-and-i-ll-write-you-a-poem hey! if y'all like my poetry you should pop over here and give me some ideas + i'll write you what you'd like!

@Tired-but-passionate

Oooh sounds fun! I might hop on over there a little later :)

group
@darling-velocipede group

thanks love! i really should be outlining today but this is how i am procrastinating <3

group
@darling-velocipede group
group
@darling-velocipede group
@Tired-but-passionate

They’re 👏 so 👏 beautiful 👏

ac_unit
@furetakunai ac_unit

chnnnngg here have this poem that I wrote while absolutely car sick (as I am now)

It's funny how when you push something that's broken
together and line the ends up just right, it looks like it never broke.
And it's funny how bottles can turn to scary day dreams
where hands grab at me to pull me apart. Why
do they do that? Why am I falling apart when I'm drinking super glue?
It's suppose to make it all go away, but the glue only seems to make the fracture
all the more obvious. It drips through the cracks and dries that way.
It still looks broken.
It's funny how when you push something that's broken together, it looks like it never broke.
It still looks pretty.
So will you take the fragments of the little red drum and hold it?
Until it looks like it's whole and plays along to a beat.

person_off
Deleted user

umm i don't remember if i've put this here<3

Lost in a place that’s better than this
But at least the terror there is familiar.
When my glass heart shatters
They won’t be around to sweep the pieces to the side
And make a new one

@Tired-but-passionate

Love both of these. Keep it up guys!

@Tired-but-passionate

Ok, I honestly feel like this is just prose with a poetry-vibe to it but have no idea where else to put it, so here-

Life has many names. She speculates on them, wondering which one is best for her. Existence, being? Vida? La vie, l'esprit? Leben? Ola? Vita? ζωή? الحياة؟ 生活? 생명? She is all of these, and none of these. That isn't too presumptuous, is it, Death?
No, of course not, he tells her. I have many names too. Passing, end. Morte. Décès, le trépas. Tod. Make. Mortem. θάνατος. الموت. 死. 죽음. He is all of these, yet not none of these. He is unperturbed by this. Neither is Life.
She complains, however. Humans are pious for simplicity, of certainty. They give me simple names despite the complexity that entwines us all. They come to me for answers, but I can only give them more questions. Such curious things. Perhaps it's only what their sanity can allow.
And they think they know me so well, Death ponders. I can take them if you'd like.
You know they'd recoil at the sight of you.
Thanks for the compliment, but I insist.
Alright then. But it's only going to get you more names.