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  • If you’re chirophobic don’t read this post

    Fingers

    Finger are… strange things

    I’m embarassed about mine πŸ˜…

    I hate the way they look

    Also the fact that they. JUST. CAN’T. TYIEP.

    It’s actually a struggle

    😭

    And it makes texting super awkward

    Also I just hate texting (when it goes on forever)

    Whenever I’m nervous (mostly around adults), I stare at my somewhat chunky, unprepossessing (look that up πŸ™‚) fingers.

    I stare at other peoples’ fingers

    When I’m not staring into their souls

    But at the same time, fingers are… incredible.

    Incredibly useful.

    Without fingers I wouldn’t be able to snap for my fellow poets during Journal Jams

    Without fingers we would not be able to slap our exes (I’ve actually never done this lol)

    Without fingers you wouldn’t be able to like this blog post

    Without fingers I wouldn’t be able to WRITE this blog post

    πŸ™‚

    But I still hate my fingers

    Hope you enjoyed! Bye bye! (You can’t see it but I’m waving at you. With my fingers.)

  • I Wish Someone Would Just… Listen

    I want to tell someone

    I NEED to tell someone

    But I don’t know who to turn to

    Any time I say ANYTHING, people just brush me off or laugh at me

    I’ve come to the conclusion that my only purpose of existing is to make other people laugh, even if they have fun at my expense (and they often do)

    …

    I wish I was nice

    But instead I’m critical and hard to please

    Please help me

    Don’t fix me

    Don’t put me on another pill

    Don’t hand me a list of “cures”

    Don’t tell me I’m wrong

    Don’t tell me I’m right

    Don’t tell me that it’s ok

    Don’t tell me that I’M ok

    Don’t cover your ears

    Don’t shame me

    Do not change me

    Please… just… listen

    There is no “magic cure” for…

    My brain is not a structure of wood and stone

    It is NOT something that can be fixed!

    So don’t turn away from me, don’t mock me, and don’t encourage me

    Just… listen

    Listen

    Listen

    ….help me

  • The laziest gift i have ever given anyone

    Hi. So, this is for Fireheart, who I know is probably elsewhere right now. Anyway, here is an explanation for/about a conversation that everyone probably forgot. It happened forever ago too, so… Ok, anyway. Here we go. Hope you like this Fireheart.

    This is who I thought (momentarily) you had named yourself after:

    He is a cat lol. Named Fireheart.

    But I now know you meant this:

    My cousin loves the “Throne of Glass” books btw.

    And I wanna read them SO BAD! 😫

    Btw I tried to find that conversation (in the comments) that we had at the beginning of the semester to take a screenshot but I forgot where to look, so… πŸ˜…

    Welp, that’s all for now!

    Bye!

    Hope you liked your present, Fireheart (I forgot your real name lol).

    (Also I would love to meet you irl)

    β€οΈπŸ™‚

  • I miss elementary school- but mostly just for the snacks

    Here are a few poems i wrote about a few childhood delicacies:

    Fruit Snacks

    I don’t get why

    They’re such a “first grade” thing

    I still eat them

    They’re tasty

    Goldfish

    Again

    I don’t get it

    To this day, I still eat goldfish

    Animal Crackers

    I’m not sure where these went

    Or what happened to them

    But dang, they were good

    Lunchables Pizza

    Remember back when these were such a coveted thing?

    Caprisun

    Sometimes I wish high school never happened

    So I could (can?) continue drinking quality juice

    Oreos

    I know these aren’t so much of an elementary school thing

    But in 2nd or 1st grade

    Maybe even 3rd

    Oreos were the equivalent of Great Grandma’s homemade cookies

    (And even then, Grandma probably loved Oreos)

    Welp, that’s all for today! Hope you enjoyed! πŸ˜ƒ ❀️

  • The Black Lily

    Hi, guys! Hope you are all doing well. This is a poem/paragraph/opinion essay (?) on my favorite flower. Ok. I’ll shut up now. Here we go.

    It may sound like a myth or some fabricated fairytale.

    But it’s not.

    It’s real

    And there actually is scientific proof.

    I’m telling the truth!

    There is a such thing as a dark lily.

    Smooth petals

    Dark as an urban night

    She resembles a dream

    A whisp of mist in the midst of a nightmare

    Yet she is a daydream

    Go ahead, rub your eyes

    And if you feel so inclined, rub them twice

    Thrice

    Nope

    No daydream

    No solace in a nightmare

    Maybe your solace in reality’s nightmare

    You look at this flower

    And think

    Is this the devil’s doing?

    But the lily resembles a fallen angel!

    She does not mock your greatest sin

    She encompasses everyone’s feelings

    And pain

    She is a reminder that you are not alone

    (As am I, but…)

    That you are never alone

    The blackness is there not because she is scared

    But because she sees your fear

    And says to you

    In a soft whisper,

    “I am here.”

    She is not just “some flower”

    She is not just “one person’s flower”

    She is everyone’s flower

    She’s my flower

    And no, you don’t have to be a sunflower

    To bring a smile

    She is cheerful in her own way

    The kind that sees you everyday

    She is not a rose, but

    She shows her own kind of love

    The kind that says “I understand”

    So reach out and take my hand

    She may not be a bellflower

    (I had to use Google πŸ˜•)

    But she’s honest

    She may not be a lotus

    Despite all its allure

    But she is pure

    She is far more

    Than just a “hybrid lily that is shaded black”

    Humans, extraterrestrials, animals and all other organisms, I present to you….

    *insert drums*

    The Nightrider Lily!!!!

    πŸ˜€

    My favorite flower!

    Ever.

    Ok, I lied. It was a poem. -_- Sorry ’bout that. Well, anyway I hope you enjoyed in spite of it being excessively long and also the fact that I lied. Welp, oh well. Have a great night (or day)! 😊πŸ₯°

  • Tender Moments

    Life Blogging 4/20/22

    A dog saw me walk home today

    Followed me

    Sniffed me

    Sat at my feet

    Looked up at me with these tender eyes

    For a solid three and a half seconds

    Got up…

    (I was about to walk away)

    And accompanied me home

    Almost the whole way

    We looked over our shoulders at passing cars

    Then it got distracted by something in the grass! πŸ˜‚

    Nice Doggo also watched me go inside

    …From the grass

    I never learned the dog’s name or anything

    But it was really sweet. ☺️

    …And I’m still a cat person.

  • I didn’t wanna save this for a rainy day

    Even the harshest of winds

    Can make

    The grass ripple

    Like the

    Gentlest

    Waves of the sea

  • My only funny post

    Since I NEVER post anything funny, here is my one funny/amusing post. Though it might not be. I may have failed. Idk. Just… look at the chinchilla screenshots I took (images courtesy of a Youtube video).

    ??? What is going on here?! πŸ˜‚
    “Nah, I’m leavin’”
    Who knew chinchillas were like dogs? πŸ˜‚
    ESCAPE!
    That one protective parent πŸ₯ΊπŸ˜ŠπŸ€—
    The math teacher walking in on two kids kissing
    “What are you doing, Roger?”
    “I’ll watch you take your bath.”

    Hope you enjoyed! ❀️😊

  • Since ‘Reveal’ is such a clichΓ© name I’m going to call this ‘The Unmasking’

    Hi

    Many of you (meaning like two)

    Are probably wondering who I am

    So here we go

    First, let’s start with the fact that I don’t feel ok with this…. πŸ˜…

    And I’m struggling with my mental health rn

    But don’t worry about me

    I’ll be ok

    Eventually

    Maybe

    Ok anyway.

    I’m not human.

    I’m an alien from an alternate Universe.

    Yeah.

    I spend my time writing poetry, reading poetry, hunting down cat haters, using up my phone storage, abusing Google Search, watching cat vids on Youtube, finding nature shows on Netflix, creating/combining Pride flags (total count: 3), invading the basement, and wreaking havoc wherever I go

    But I haven’t gotten in trouble for it yet somehow…

    πŸ˜…

    I also spend time advocating for Alien rights

    Now for the (next) serious part.

    Most of you know me by the name 벨라 슀미슀 (put dat into Google Translate)

    (Well, actually you probably DON’T know me I’m kinda invisible)

    But i-

    Actually I’m not comfortable sharing that.

    I am not 15 years old.

    And I’m a nerd.

    I don’t care who you are or where you’ve been in life. (Not in a mean way, of course. I just mean that I don’t judge.)

    To me, you are a person.

    So if you need a home, come stalk me.

    My hands and heart are open.

    I think I’m a girl.

    Somehow I’m more comfortable telling that to a whole bunch of strangers than my own family lol.

    Moving on…

    Please don’t judge me I’m writing this at 9:20 PM on Easter Sunday curled up in a corner as I apprehensively try to avoid my parents

    So this blog post might be kinda bad, sorry…

    I think I kinda blew it and revealed my identity in A1 by reading that one blog post, but…

    Oh well.

    We’re here anyway so we might as well finish what we’ve started.

    So yeah.

    There ya go.

    A long, boring, completely unrevealing reveal post.

    Hope you enjoyed. πŸ™‚

    Have a great week! ❀️

  • h…e…l…p…

    Please,

    help me

    i’m

    drowning….

    maybe too far…

    ……

    Save me.

    i

    don’t know

    another way out