Welcome to my garbage dump!

We have badly-written free verses borne from my melodramatic loneliness, half-written stories based on my dreams, and subpar art displaying my lack of creativity and skills.

A lesson

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It was sparkling
Fresh snow under lamp light
Blue eyes within brown eyes
Worcestershire
Chin up, big smile
I'll take on the world with everything you've taught me
I'm sorry and thank you
See you again when I am able to catch you
I wish you the best
If I am happy, you can be happy too

Evie's Photoshop Edits

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Charlotte's cosplay #1: (original)


Food Fantasy Group Photo:(base)

Words I Can't Tell You

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Ten years,
How time has passed by,
To end up back here.
I used to be foolish,
I still am foolish,
Lost my guts too.
The unrequited,
The nonchalant,
The disconnection.
No more.
I've matured,
I've healed,
I've learned.
I want to tell you,
With a bright smile,
The words I wrote to you ten years ago.
I am different but the same,
The words will the be same but different.
Maybe this time,
You'll accept them.
...
Who am I kidding?
I'm too scared,
Of losing you,
Of another bad end.

Dream of the Wise King (WIP)

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Month II Day H:

Month III Day N:

Month IV Day B:


- went to his family's place, and became a regular guest
- helped out during a big family gathering - grandfather's birthday? I was cooking and serving food to long benches of guests
- outcasted? his mom? aunt? I fought back against it and won
- King was happy I protected him
- a date: went to a place of his recommendation -- good food, had an interesting grandfather clock; originally sat in regular table, but the grandfather clock can only be seen from a romantic table; host was kinda enough to allow me to sit at one of the romantic tables just to watch the clock chime; the table was actually just beside the original one where King stayed at, so we were chatting still; a stranger came by to ask if we were together; we both got red in the ear, but said no; the stranger said "obv you are into each other, why not go at it?"; we ended up both at the romantic table, red in the face

愿长夜 / Wish for the Long Night

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君生我未生，我生君未老。
我去君还在，永念我可好？

Thou wast born ere me,
Yet thou hast not aged as I.
I hath passed hence while thou dost still abide,
Pray thee, remember me?

_{(excuse my poor attempt at Victorian English)}

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Inspired by the Chinese poem whose first line/sentence I used in its entirety save for one character, which changed the entire meaning/context.

In the original poem, the author is in love with a man much older than her. The pair loathed their age difference, which took away so much time that they could've been together for. (I wasn't born when you were; you were already old by the time I was born. You loathe me for being late; I loathe you for being born early)

By changing one character, the man changed from "already old" to "not aged". The story was now about a mortal who was in love with an immortal (or at least someone who aged much slower than normal). The speaker still loathed their age-related predicament and decided to curse the immortal to remember her for eternity.

I wish I could touch you - hold you hand, stroke your hair, lean against you - but I can't. I know it'll make you uncomfortable. I know you will never feel the butterflies that I would, that you'd never have the same dreams I had.

Is it wrong for me to want hold these feelings, desires, thoughts? I only wish for some physical touches before our impending parting. I once dreamt of visiting you, but friends wouldn't do that. I once wish for a touch, but you wouldn't do that.

I think everyone knows of my crush by now, with how I turned into a tomato the whole time. I even wonder if you've ever seen me without a blush. Why must I feel so much, when all is but a fantasy?

We didn't even hug goodbye. And you left me on read.

Garden of Ivies and Roses

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(just an idea)