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lord, i'm terrible at updating this thing, but happy new year! happy late birthday to myself, hope you all are having as a good of a time with life as i am, i'm happy so much it's almost irritating, almost almost almost
i come bearing some strange sort of news
i'm working on everything simultaneously: the Challenge Jaden gave me waaaaay back long ago, that one was advanced over Winter Break, but hasn't really been touched since the beginning of this month
Skater Boi: working on it, promise, it's just hard because i want someone to have sex so badly, but i just can't, you understand
I’ve got a new Marco/Dylan in the works based after the whole school shooting deal, but I can’t figure out how I want it to end yet
Also have a new John/Jason, but it’s just sex, lol, and it’s also not finished either
aaaaand I have a Queer eye deal going on again, got inspired but haven’t been focused on it enough to let it reach it’s full potential
I’ve got this weird thing that I get bored with stories and start new ones to get my mind of other ones, but the thing is, if I don’t pursue it right then, then I get bored with it MORE and start writing OTHER other ones, so it’s some vicious cycle
I even thought about like, not writing unless it’s summer, but it just doesn’t work because on those occasions I do get like “omgwritenow” I just have to write, so there’s that
Oh! I’ve also got some very dirty things up my sleeves, Courtney’s read it, but not even all of it, ooooo, it’s good, hot, fantasy-fulfilling, you know the drill, but this time you don’t (p.s. don’t spoil it, lol)
Two last little things, I wrote a poem which this strange lady prompted, and also a sonnet which I didn’t want to write, and it’s not that good, but I had to write it so there, anyway, I’m stalling, so here they come:
(com)press
falling only so to reach the concrete with inaudible
thud
on all sides, face-down to face the dawn
that slips away with every numb complaint
sloping over soft edges with redenning flush
appearing larger, making me smaller than
i was
packing into the neighboring sky, colliding in small doses
only to be compressed under the weight of my fiery
empty hands
The Moon is a Mirror
Gentle night weaves a tattered rope to pull
From the sky the bouncing sun he sleds
He blows the nursery rhyme soft to lull
The dreary eyed toilers back to beds
I sit awake while the sun falls away
As the screens go dark and lampposts glow
Grandfather closes the book on today
The sickly neighbors and burglars should know
That unrest rests here in this tiny place
Where I sit surrounded by sheets so cold
From pacing around this suffocating space
I’ll be alone til new rays pierce sky old
Find comfort knowing the sun is with me
Sheds light on my face and I am asleep
i come bearing some strange sort of news
i'm working on everything simultaneously: the Challenge Jaden gave me waaaaay back long ago, that one was advanced over Winter Break, but hasn't really been touched since the beginning of this month
Skater Boi: working on it, promise, it's just hard because i want someone to have sex so badly, but i just can't, you understand
I’ve got a new Marco/Dylan in the works based after the whole school shooting deal, but I can’t figure out how I want it to end yet
Also have a new John/Jason, but it’s just sex, lol, and it’s also not finished either
aaaaand I have a Queer eye deal going on again, got inspired but haven’t been focused on it enough to let it reach it’s full potential
I’ve got this weird thing that I get bored with stories and start new ones to get my mind of other ones, but the thing is, if I don’t pursue it right then, then I get bored with it MORE and start writing OTHER other ones, so it’s some vicious cycle
I even thought about like, not writing unless it’s summer, but it just doesn’t work because on those occasions I do get like “omgwritenow” I just have to write, so there’s that
Oh! I’ve also got some very dirty things up my sleeves, Courtney’s read it, but not even all of it, ooooo, it’s good, hot, fantasy-fulfilling, you know the drill, but this time you don’t (p.s. don’t spoil it, lol)
Two last little things, I wrote a poem which this strange lady prompted, and also a sonnet which I didn’t want to write, and it’s not that good, but I had to write it so there, anyway, I’m stalling, so here they come:
(com)press
falling only so to reach the concrete with inaudible
thud
on all sides, face-down to face the dawn
that slips away with every numb complaint
sloping over soft edges with redenning flush
appearing larger, making me smaller than
i was
packing into the neighboring sky, colliding in small doses
only to be compressed under the weight of my fiery
empty hands
The Moon is a Mirror
Gentle night weaves a tattered rope to pull
From the sky the bouncing sun he sleds
He blows the nursery rhyme soft to lull
The dreary eyed toilers back to beds
I sit awake while the sun falls away
As the screens go dark and lampposts glow
Grandfather closes the book on today
The sickly neighbors and burglars should know
That unrest rests here in this tiny place
Where I sit surrounded by sheets so cold
From pacing around this suffocating space
I’ll be alone til new rays pierce sky old
Find comfort knowing the sun is with me
Sheds light on my face and I am asleep