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AmoridereAmoridere
2024-11-13

A poem written about history's nasty habit.

She thought back to her school days And what she's learned there, in the classroom And what she's had to learn on her own Some memories came back She recalled the slave trade The genocides, the wars, and the failures Much of the everything Things people said were "long ago" It wasn't "long ago" To her, it was 30 minutes ago Knowing history made her more upset It wasn't "long ago" No, how could it be "long ago"? The patterns are reoccurring And some things just never left (just painted with a different shade) Images of the past Interpsersed with goings of the present They didn't know And, thus, they replicate the patterns Those who did, as she could see, Actively tried to deny it Keeping things the same in another shade An ugly truth Some things never left And the patterns were reoccurring It wasn't "long ago" Some things she's learned in the classroom And some things on her own It may as well have been 30 minutes ago
AmoridereAmoridere
2024-11-06

I haven't much to say besides that I'm very upset, at the moment.

Freedom’s River She eyed the river She was musing on its duality Years ago, they crossed the river For freedom from their enslavers Currently, she wondered If she should leap into this river For a different “freedom” Her being was bleeding (I am sorry….) For her predecessors, this was the Nile For her, this might as well be the Styx They fled from their enslavers by crossing this river And she felt like leaping into this river She would be cursing herself Certainly, for some reasons justifiedThey didn’t risk it all Just so she could toss herself into the river For her, the river might as well be the Styx For them, it was the Nile, the Red Sea They crossed this river for freedom She contemplated tossing herself into it Fates separate but intertwined She was freer than them However, she was still constrained Enslaved in a different way The Nile and the Styx She mused on this river’s duality Eyeing the river still
AmoridereAmoridere
2024-10-12

For more context, "Polaris" is her name and she's not bloomed since I first got her (she was already in bloom) but, recently, she's sprouted a spike and, as of this writing, she's bloomed.

I wonder if it means anything, with much considered. 🥺 🙏

AmoridereAmoridere
2024-08-19

An old poem about owls. And I'm thinking of someone again. 🥺

AmoridereAmoridere
2024-08-14

Yes, I do hear mourning doves pretty often.

AmoridereAmoridere
2024-05-06

"Climbing Trees"

A poem about a crow

Climbing Trees She couldn't fly No, her wings were broken and clipped However, she won't stay on the ground No, she'd find a way off the ground without her wings (somehow) A bird that can't fly is a dead one And she knew this but she refused to die No, she'd get off the ground Wings be damned Her wings were usless Being poorly mended and clipped But her legs weren't No, she could use those And she refused to stay on the ground Damn everything else Before, she accepted her fate Now, she actively fought against it Birds fly, they don't climb No one told her her No would dare to tell her She will get off the ground Damn her broken wings. —Amoridere, 5/4/2024
AmoridereAmoridere
2024-05-01

Good morning.

Here's a screenshot from a fic I started on.

To give a brief summary, it goes like this, Nonon is an urban explorer who's drawn to this abandoned hospital for reasons she doesn't know.


Ketsuraku Sekai The Waiting Room Girl There she was, lurking in the corner of my eye, before vanishing so quickly that I almost couldn't process what she looked like. Long ebony hair, prominent eyebrows, blue eyes, and she wore white without shoes. With the way she was, I would have mistaken her for a specter in this otherwise abandoned waiting room. Who is she? I didn't know but I knew she was related to this abandoned hospital but her reason for being there wasn't clear. No, not at that point. One occasion, I felt prompted to chase after her but she quickly vanished, leaving behind an identification band. In my first encounter with the “Waiting Room Girl”, I didn’t notice this band and, from I could read, had a few scribblings but not a name, though, it had an identification number. Whoever this girl was had the patient ID number of 050195 and I would guess that her patient ID number was her birthdate. I would leave the hospital with her ID band and, as I left, I felt as though she was watching me through one of the dusty windows. Who is 0501095?
AmoridereAmoridere
2024-01-31

"just in case"

I have my idiosyncrasies.
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AmoridereAmoridere
2024-01-25

"Slush"

AmoridereAmoridere
2023-11-24

"Shredded Cheese"

I remembered something I am still mad about.

She knows what she did.

AmoridereAmoridere
2023-10-24

"Cupcakes"

Well, it's not about cupcakes but, still.

Cupcakes "If you were given 12 cupcakes but 4 are poisoned, would you still eat them?" She was using a metaphor To better explain a viewpoint Not all of the cupcakes would be poisoned But she knew that 4 out of 12 is enough of them Enough of them To make someone hesitate No, she'd treat them all as dangerous Any rational person would, after all, Four times three equals 12And who'd want to chance that? She knew not all of them would hurt her But, however, she'd be damned if she took a chance No, she had to fixate On how to best survive a scenario Not all of them will hurt her But there's enough of them Who will pounce on her Like a cat would do a mouse And she has no way of knowing which. —Amoridere, 10/24/2023
AmoridereAmoridere
2023-10-21

"better to enjoy it now."

A short poem about my grandma's cooking and how fleeting existence is.

AmoridereAmoridere
2023-09-06

Let the record state, I will start on a story, poem, or what have you before I complete one and this idea just came to me.

For more as to what that fic idea entailed, well, someone snapped. That is all.

AmoridereAmoridere
2023-08-28

"Sleeping Still"

Written during a spiral.

AmoridereAmoridere
2023-06-22

"Decluttering"

It's a process.
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AmoridereAmoridere
2023-06-10

"Like Velcro"

AmoridereAmoridere
2023-05-21

"just in case"

I have my idiosyncrasies.
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AmoridereAmoridere
2023-04-13

I wrote this while thinking about work and, in working this job that I do, my opinions are thus.

As far as I can tell you, crisis lines are woefully ineffective. I'd go into more details but I won't, although, I will say is that, if you're in a vulnerable state, give your local peer-support lines a call, instead of crisis lines.

AmoridereAmoridere
2023-03-27

"58 Years"

Statistically, with my diagnosis, I'm estimated to live to 58, such is existence.

AmoridereAmoridere
2023-03-27

"Nature's Fireworks"

A poem about July and fireflies

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