How can we admire a clipped Rose? It is not that she is removed from the earth of her birth, Or from her sisters and mothers that cultivated her. But rather that, in an abrasive gesture, we admire her without her thorns. What are we teaching our Daughters? That we live in a world where submission is held in the regard of womanhood? And that as natural creatures, they should be culled of their natural design? And be kept in manners that would illicit their silence? Just as ours has been evoked by absence of testimony to this regard. I would not have our Roses clipped. I would have them bear their thorns. For I believe they have them, So that each Rose can grow separate and apart among the bush. And so that each Rose, in this fashion, grows unique and pleasing. And in consequence the entire bush is reaped of singular sights. With each stem growing so as not to harm its sisters. And each stem being insured in this regard that it will receive its full batch of luminous Sun. And be
Writing Commissions Open! by jade-island-lives, literature
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Writing Commissions Open!
Prices are set at $2 per 600 Words. Will write original works for original characters and backgrounds. Genres I’m most familiar with: Fantasy (magic, mythical creatures, etc) Romance Fiction Horror Will write fanfictions with ships and fan characters. Fandoms I am the most familiar with: Sonic the Hedgehog Warrior Cats My Little Pony Generation 5 Tian Guan Ci Fu Steven Universe/Steven Universe Future Pokémon Undertale Pokémon Mystery Dungeon Feel free to ask me about any other fandoms. Will not write: NSFW Underage/non-con Incest Fetish (feet, diapers, scat, etc.) Shipping real people(i.e. Markiplier x Jacksepticeye, etc.) Aged up characters Zoophilia Furry content I have the right to refuse service to anyone. Contact me for commissions via jadestonecommissions5@gmail.com Payments Accepted: PayPal Ko-Fi Please make sure to read my commission terms before asking for a commission
Briefings from January by MaxDomRenOro, literature
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Briefings from January
In Six (6) Words: Comeback The lights and electronics, back online. In Six (6) Words: Weather From rainy, to cloudy, to rainy. In Six (6) Words: Booster Jab Much needed after two important shots. In Six (6) Words: Side Effects Aftermath of the jab: sleepless night. Tanka: Not Quite Fixed, Yet Power has returned, But not fully optimal. There are still places Under recovery mode, More damages to address. Haiku: A Return? You come back to me… This will run differently, No longer the same. Cinquain: You Again… Milo… It’s you again. You looking up on me Even after that commotion? Well… sigh… Diamante: Timeline of Us Friends Supportive, Welcoming Commenting, Tweeting, Creating Connections, Interests, Misunderstandings, Betrayal Ranting, Mocking, Begging Annoying, Narcissistic Enemies In Six (6) Words: Last Run Enrolled in time for final term. In Six (6) Words: Graduation Last ride in university, finish academics. Sijo: Free Time Finding time to write some new material in poems… My
Briefings from December by MaxDomRenOro, literature
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Briefings from December
In Six (6) Words: After Nightfall Woke up to a house mess. In Six (6) Words: Around Me All in heaps of scattered debris. Tanka: Spending Those Nights I write my thoughts down On notebooks and paper sheets. Under the moonlight, At times, inside my own room While white light was limited. Haiku: Temporary Power The generator… Limited operation… Handled with great care. Tanka: Darkness While in Moonlight Outside wandering, Barely any post light shone. Only the moonlight Accompanied me right here As I walked around darkness. In Six (6) Words: Phone Reception One week after, phone signal returned. Sijo: Online Struggle I had gone low and private, keeping myself closed off for now… It was such a troublesome experience, going online As signals went haywire, damages in need of repair. In Six (6) Words: Limited Use Generator power, five hours a day. In Six (6) Words: Neighbourhood Noise A chorus of generators and chatter. Haiku: Reserves Charge electronics… Conserve lots of energy For
The City Under the Beach by Readeroffate, literature
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The City Under the Beach
Underneath a certain beach lies a city that was forgotten by history, hidden by both the waves and the sand. You can access it, but there is a ritual that you need to perform to enter it. What you'll need: A piece of driftwood A pail and a small hand-held shovel Saltwater 6-10 seashells of varying sizes and colors A full moon Something you want to forget Step one: Find a spot far from the water but still on the beach. Step two: Draw a door in the sand using a piece of driftwood. This door must be neither short nor tall. Step three: Using the pail and the shovel. Start to build a sandcastle. Make sure to combine the sand and the water properly. It doesn't matter how big or elaborate the sand castle is. All you have to do is build it in the center of the drawn door. Step four: Decorate the sand castle. Only six to ten shells can be put onto the sand castle for this to work. Anything else will make the ritual fail. On the highest tower of the sand castle, place the prettiest
She means more to me than air, The humanly beauty, Which indeed brought me back, From the far dark, And her words hung deep, like songs, Where upon I lost my way, Among the shrouded vocal depths. She can take me as far away as she can, Reaching across the universe and into the sea, There’s things that I’ve never known And she tells me them, without words, Like a flowing revelation of Impure desires toward the one female, Who has always been there, Like air, and coffee, And stones… Stones that roll toward the sun, A magical development, A 21st Century lust market, Where anything will happen. But a certain realism stays, Strong and poignant, True and forever, Like dreams and wax, And wax and moments. And I still dream of her... (For S.C. 13th December 2021)
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The Devil - The Satan - by The-Anariarch, literature
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The Devil - The Satan -
The Devil; The Satan; However you may see this; However you may feel this; The tiring cry of pain comes not from Sin Committed, The howl of Atrocity comes from A simple misunderstanding. The Souls, now laid Vanquished. Hold no Hollow Rancor. Nor hold a hate toward the living, yet hold no scorn in their gaze from the blessed accidents of Youth. The greatest howl, Comes from a summation that can be epitomized, In the following refrain, of which we are all known, “What the Actual Fuck?” There have been tacked upon the Dead And, unfortunately, the living. A Burden that makes little sense. And makes none or negative progress. The restful peace of Ages, Is the same peace as a child gains, From imbibing an Apple, From a Tree so succulent. The Blood of our Titans, The blood of our Brigands, The blood of our Thieves, And the Blood of our Leaders, All served to nourish that Apple. In which our young, Now, in their Youth, Do so Justly, Rightfully, and Sacredly, Imbibe. The rivers