💚 Froggy 💚

He/They/She - Queer - 20 - Musician - Poet/Writer - TTRPG nerd - I love writing fantasy (pastoral, dark, and high), fiction, and poetry that may become a song. Feedback is always appreciated!!

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💚 Froggy 💚

He/They/She - Queer - 20 - Musician - Poet/Writer - TTRPG nerd - I love writing fantasy (pastoral, dark, and high), fiction, and poetry that may become a song. Feedback is always appreciated!!

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129

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Not a Relationship Analogy

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1 min read

Still,

Quiet,

A splash of hope.

Wait,

Nope.

The line went slack.

Another worm,

Then cast back,

There are plenty more fish in the sea....

Poetry

The Defector [NOXIATION]

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1 min read

Just under my heavy, loose hooded capelet, I held my dagger, the blade side facing the ground. It would be obscured, though it could be quick. He was right next to me.

"You haven't seen Nilganta, have you?" he asked, adjusting his stiff helmet.

"Last sunset, sir. They were gathering ale for—how did they phrase it? 'Like a Javi occupation except for only cards and no women.'" I chuckled. ...

Fantasy

Drama

Grandness of Duchess

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2 min read

"Oh dear Gloria, _my love, my dear, my _reliable mule, _my everything_, I would never desicrate our faith, our long lived, fiery passion for each other," the Duke of Harvington pleads, played by a rather drama-inclined red head, "Oh, Gloria!"

She reacts to the confession by glancing at the audience which seemed larger to her than it actually was. She swallowed.

"My sweet, sweet Gloria of...

Drama

Point of Precision

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1 min read

Under, over, through, and above.

Then back again,

Under, over, through

Follow each pattern

In and out and back inside,

Again, again, again, again

Even as the thread tightens

The seam mends

So does it loosen and sag

For there is an end point,

Back at the beginning

But I was pricked

Stung by the point of precision,

A risk with each compounding value of repetition

And this is how bleeding lead...

Poetry

EGO

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1 min read

It was entirely me,

Without correction,

Though I'm never what I can see,

The fault of my reflection

It does not care for anyone,

With unfixed eyes like a corpse

And it has no warmth;

The lips could not have looked worse.

Purple. Bruised. Numb. Slumped.

Nor does it have my passion,

My skill,

Or my stride;

My hopes and my desires,

My ability to confide,

Nor my unrestrained persistence to remain t...

Poetry

The Illegal Library

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1 min read

"Should we kill it?" Gax joked while climbing over the largest duct in the alley.

The purple tub lighting from the faded Cryptomart across the street dimly illuminated the sloped passage, and Kyla nudged their way to the back. Even though Kyla managed to get further ahead between the tight gaps, Gax caught up quickly.

"No, G, I wanna take a look at it," Kyla responded.

The bird was ...

Adventure

Mystery

There Is No Place Like Her(e)

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1 min read

She is the feeling of that dry, dusty cough of a wind that travels on for miles,

So far,

Always a journey,

It carries the sun.

He tries to never let me down even if he knows he can't do it,

Like splintering wood,

Failing just to please me,

He is nothing like her.

I would want it any other way....

Poetry

The Broomstick (Prt. 2)

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3 min read

"I will not give yerself, a sorry excuse fer a duster, any single mackrel, let alone one of my prized catches of today: yes, my first-rate, pacific sea bass."

The broomstick replied by angling itself crooked.

"Aye, even though you untagled my rod," the Red Angler responded.

Charlie went upright in dispute.

"And retrieved various oysters for breakfast," the seaman said and then ...

Adventure

Fantasy

The Great Sin

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1 min read

The 8th, and most deadliest sin, is authority. Though it conceals itself behind a dense surface of reasonable justice, it excuses the behavior of those who claim to be chosen by merit, success, and the wealth that never seems to favor the disenfranchised. It is because they never work hard _enough_. They can _never_ work hard _enough_. Among the ranks of those who could feed millions and politican...

The Mask is Slipping/Stranger

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1 min read

Evening dinner

Unknown faces

All is well

As a mind races

Surface level this

How are you doing that

Many questions asked

Though it is only chit chat

And you don't know me

As I do not know you

We can try our best

Unless you choose not to

The mask is slipping

And I begin to speak of myself

Becoming authentic with my words

A conversation of genuine wealth...

Poetry