Cpt's Poetry, Art, Skins, And Whatnot

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Hey y'all, I'mma put the stuff I come up with here.

First Poem in a while:

Spoiler: Poem~Epilepsy

the magic is dying
I'm trying
I'm trying
I'm trying
to make these feelings subside
but they simply won't abide


it's going to leave soon
I'm going
I'm working
I am sad
why do I feel so bad

the calmed fall night sky
it taunts me
I see it
The great tree
all be it
why can't it reach out to thy?
to make the world on end fly

Lovecraft, the man lies
it is dead
none is left
the world fled
the sea and sky be searched
whilst the magic still dies

logical, they had not said
thy own end
to suspend
to pretend
though I the consequences
be the thing I most dread

in my ramblings assumed
to conclude
to illude
to repute
I cannot bring the fruit
for this taste, is a dismantled waisted

So be ye near, be ye far
see suffering
be dreary
be tired
all searing
but be warned
the magic is dying
we'd all be sworned

 

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spent all day on this skin~

Spoiler: Hal Zts Skin

 

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spent all last night on this skin outfit

Spoiler: outfit

 

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made this drawing a few weeks ago

Spoiler: Hal Zts Drawing

im no artist tho

 

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It's late
Oh dear
My emotions, they're fear
I just don't know what to do

My bias
Not clear
I'm afraid, this drear
I cannot pull through

No it can't
It won't
It shan't
But rather no

I don't
Really know
My heart won't show
But the torture, it grew

Become
What had I?
I tried
To fly
But I never flew

This place
This hell
I can't shake it!
This spell!
Why can't it spare me!?!?

I want
To be free
But just can't see
I yearn
For release
But still decrease
My desire
This fire

I hate
This place,
With such
Disgrace
No glee
I'd flee
But I'm not
Really me

 

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Sorry it's a bit rough, I kinda just spilled it out in a process of five minutes

It's late
Oh dear
My emotions, they're fear
I just don't know what to do

My bias
Not clear
I'm afraid, this drear
I cannot pull through

No it can't
It won't
It shan't
But rather no

I don't
Really know
My heart won't show
But the torture, it grew

Become
What had I?
I tried
To fly
But I never flew

This place
This hell
I can't shake it!
This spell!
Why can't it spare me!?!?

I want
To be free
But just can't see
I yearn
For release
But still decrease
My desire
This fire

I hate
This place,
With such
Disgrace
No glee
I'd flee
But I'm not
Really me

Click to shrink...

 

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~Noise~
noise too soft
noise too loud
the noise is never right
we are almost out of toothpaste

I'd dream to loft
'nie the crowd
I'd dream of flight
we are almost out of toothpaste

The work so oft
I'd be proud
I've no more might
we are almost out of toothpaste

but what accost
the floating cloud
it seems slo slight
we are almost out of toothpaste

what is lost
the life so shroud
off so quite
we are almost out of toothpaste
the only avowed
at the night
we are out of toothpaste...​

 

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we got an otter!

Spoiler: louie louie 3.0