I Have Always Wonderedhow You Seem To Fool Yourselfthinking That There Is 'no Way'a Being Such As Yourself

i have always wondered how you seem to fool yourself thinking that there is 'no way' a being such as yourself could be loved.

i ask you, my dear, do you think it just to torture me so with your enticing, alluring, beautiful eyes with your full, arched, smiling lips and still call yourself an unlovable 'troll'?

imagine having the audacity to torture someone with intense, never-ending love and then state that you are impossible to fall in love with.

perhaps a madman was simply only madly in love and was left unrecognized.

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This is my first time posting my work on the internet. I hope it somehow touches your soul <33

Shall I recite thy songs,

Or relive the scriptures of the unknown

Might as well shed this remorseful bush

Was I wove for the fabrics of paramour?

Incandescent thoughts revolve

Is it misery or is it resolve

If it's my own cogitation that keeps me warm.

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I've been thinking about this post of mine recently.

Humanity is all the things that come naturally to us. And I think the way people perceive others is such a beautiful thing and perhaps not talked about so often, in a good way. Instead we're quick to tut it away as 'judgement' and something that should not be done.

We're like little poems, you know? Each one of us has varying degrees of imagery and metaphors entwined . And we may not appear so refined to others, but the poet who weaved us was content when we were done. For the poet, we're perfect with the words that make sense and even the intricacies that don't.

Most people will believe the critics and won't even whiff in your direction. But some will come across, notice you, read you. They won't understand you at first, maybe you were penned in a different language they don't understand. Maybe you both have a rhythm that will never have the same frequency, the same flow. But there will be someone who'll be whimsical enough to form your beat.

And that's the potentiality of selfhood, of subjectiveness. Because just like poetry, you're the stars on a cloudy night, dynamic for each reader as they gaze above.

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❤️❤️to everybody who has been reading my silly old words, thank you very, very much for all your kindness and support. truly, you all are one of the best people i have ever encountered.❤️❤️

recently, i have posted this story on here. it's one of the few stories that i have written that i think are half-decent.

as far as i've seen, y'all don't seem too favourable toward my stories (you seem to like my so-called 'poems' more).

i do have a personal interest in story-writing and had in mind a kinda sorta developed universe-type thing with Wisteria and Aris. if you answer favourably to this poll, i will do my best and work on this project. if not, i don't want to waste your time or provide you with content that doesn't stay w/ you.

also, please, please, please provide feedback on this story. i very desperately want to improve my craft and i believe that the first step to improvement is constructive feedback. be as cruel as you can, i can (and should) handle it.

and, to all of you out there who take out valuable time on your day to check up on this blog and read the tiny, silly things i write, thank you so very, very much. all of your love, support and care truly makes my day.

also, so very sorry for posting this again, my stupid self only just realised that i didn't set the timer for longer, so nobody was able to vote. please, please, please, make sure to vote. i love to hear from y'all, and, i mean, art exists only with its audience. thank you, each and every single one of you, for making mine something a little worthwhile❤️❤️