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I’m back!!! I’ve missed this app 🥲

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Following
feather quill

feather quill

I’m back!!! I’ve missed this app 🥲

140
Writings
89
Followers
89
Following
The River

feather quill

1 min read

Doesn’t it sound nice,

To sit by the bed with out feet in the water?

To drink the crisp dark water

Until out throats are cold

And our ears ring


We will cup our hands and wash our faces

Let it bleed through our hair and down our backs

Feel our lips grow soft and full

And our veins run fresh and steady.


We are far away from the thirsty

Tilting our heads to let their dirty faces

Be covered by the g...

Poetry

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Watch The City Gods

feather quill

1 min read

The city gods don’t care for peace.

Or how we see the world.

They feed us grey efficacy

Fat with sugar and salt.


Dim the colors,

Stand back to get payed


Let the past be colorful,

Accept the truth that


Every spark will fade....

Poetry

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Orange Flesh

feather quill

1 min read

Last night I laid in bed, my mind warping with words indistinguishable from pictures and a strange fear weighed me down

heavy in my throat


Last night I dreamt you were walking in front of me my hand on your shoulder…

And as I pulled away your skin came with my hand

And as it peeled

Juice sprayed in my eyes


Last night I saw past your skin

And it smelled of oranges....

Poetry

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The Body

feather quill

1 min read

I think I can still feel the sharp grass, splintering my cold feet. The wind runs her fingers through my hair, and the sea of prairie grasses sway.

I sway with it. In the distance, bare gray trees draw a line across the horizon, hiding the moon in their tangles.

I tread silently through the foliage, observing. A dull web glimmers in the dew, the carcass of a cricket rustles, and the dripping moo...

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Nooo

feather quill

1 min read

I had a whole story written but it got deleted. It’s late and I need to go to bed but I want to keep my streak so… maybe I’ll have the omph to try again tomorrow. 🥲...

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Clay

feather quill

1 min read

Quick- shape my clay face into what you want me to be- before I can choose my self, before I dry- help- press your fingers into my eyes if you don’t want me too see -wait- ignore my conscience screaming- mold my face into something prettier-please- something you would like better or -wait- peel my skin, need in mud and make me ugly-I want you to feel pretty -stop- I would be anything for...

Poetry

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A Day Of Little Nice Things

feather quill

1 min read

(Sorry for not following the prompt I just wanted to share)

Today I ate breakfast in a porcelain banana. And I wore my favorite hat. And someone liked it-and my overalls-and my shirt. And I had a cough and a girl I didn’t know gave me a handful of cough drops to keep in my pocket all day. And I drew a picture that I liked. And my little brother was excited to have tea with me. And show me his pl...

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Elidana’s Planetary Culture Report:

feather quill

2 min read

The 37th world (kaimaltha major) went dark about twelve generations ago, due to the dust of a star that exploded millions of years ago surrounding their sun (the Rosa 24) resulting in a possibly permanent darkness to the planet. This event however, though classified as a catastrophe, could be considered the main event that sparked the beautiful culture of the kaimalithan people. Since their world ...

Science fiction

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Me

feather quill

1 min read

Oh dang *hair flip* they must have changed the app icon because of me...

Humour

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Two Figures

feather quill

1 min read

“Don’t you want to know?” Says the first stranger on the bench. “Know what?” The other replies.


“Everything.


Why my eyes are gray-

Why the wind replies-

When the sky will be dark again-

What will be the last song you

Hear before you die ?”

Hunched over- the other plugged it’s ears and cried.

“No!” It screamed. “I will never die.”

...

Poetry

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