i figure it's about time i made my contribution to SV here. anyway some of these are...
Karyis' snippets and poems
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Karyis
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i figure it's about time i made my contribution to SV here. anyway some of these are cross-posted from other sites that i dont paticularly feel like listing (mostly because the stuff on them is mostly bad....my stuff, anyway lol) and i don't really want others asking for my accounts there either, so please don't ask.
i write a range of things, from poetry to short stories. my favorite genres are sci-fi, horror, and fantasy (high, low, and stuff like urban fantasy), so expect some stuff like that here. my poetry style is a little weird, but its how i write it so you'll have to deal lol (i guess it kind of fits under the category of freestyle? since there's not really any rhyme scheme or stuff like that).
anyway, here's the first post. postings will commence shortly, i already have at least two poems id like to share (cross-posted, so dont be surprised if you end up finding them elsewhere).
i write a range of things, from poetry to short stories. my favorite genres are sci-fi, horror, and fantasy (high, low, and stuff like urban fantasy), so expect some stuff like that here. my poetry style is a little weird, but its how i write it so you'll have to deal lol (i guess it kind of fits under the category of freestyle? since there's not really any rhyme scheme or stuff like that).
anyway, here's the first post. postings will commence shortly, i already have at least two poems id like to share (cross-posted, so dont be surprised if you end up finding them elsewhere).
what are you talking about, i write all my letters in cursive
Karyis
procrastinating as we speak
- Location
- Texas
- Pronouns
- He/Him
what are you talking about, i write all my letters in cursive
The time ticks.
My letter is creased and folded,
the light purple paper sitting on the desk.
I wish for my soul to weep,
but instead it stays a sullen grey.
The light from the oil lamp,
it reflects the colors of a psychedelic rainbow
all around my room.
Spinning, curving,
forming shapes and turning them inside out.
Fractals complete my room.
The time ticks,
it is a paradox, I realize.
Perhaps one that was caused by my own foolishness.
Nevertheless,
the letter sits there.
On the desk.
Staring.
Waiting.
What do you want, purple letter?
Why are you begging me to open you?
For you see,
I know not what lies inside,
even though the handwriting is mine.
The time ticks,
it is a time loop, I realize.
I walk about my room,
the oil lamp flickering,
and I do everything all over again.
The purple letter,
it waits for me to read it.
I don't want to.
I'm scared of it.
So I endlessly repeat my days over and over again,
ignoring the letter,
doing the mundane tasks I prioritize
over reading that paradoxical letter.
The time ticks,
it is a countdown, I realize.
It counts down the years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds
until I open
that
damn
letter.
I don't want to.
I go back to sleep,
rolling over and shoving the covers over my head.
The moon glows brightly outside,
judging me for my inaction.
The time ticks.
With each passing day,
I grow more and more restless.
I am trapped in this room,
the purple letter holding the key
to escape,
and yet I do not want to read the words
that I wrote
and yet did not write.
The time stops.
I get angry.
I yell and scream and cry because of the letter.
"What do you want from me?
Why do you stare at me so?
Leave me alone!
I do not want to read your words,
the words of my other self.
If I had a shredder,
I would stuff you in!"
The letter sits there, unfazed.
The time is passed in silence.
I sit at my desk.
I hold my head in my hands,
my hair starting to grey from the stress.
"I'm only 10 years old,
I shouldn't have to go grey yet!"
Time doesn't care.
The letter doesn't care.
I don't care, I realize.
I decide to mark the days on my wall.
I count the time by myself,
for the clock on my wall has stopped.
It's hard to keep all the seconds in shape,
and sometimes I fear that I miscalculate the time.
It has been 5 days now,
please send help.
The letter sits in the trash bin.
It has been 10 years,
11 months,
2 weeks,
4 days,
7 hours,
and 32 seconds
since I last left my room.
The whole place is in disarray,
and my bed smells of must.
My clothes are unwashed,
and I no longer sleep.
The purple letter is still in my trash bin,
unaged,
begging me to open it still.
I have no tears left in my soul.
It is a musty grey.
The oil lamp flickers,
casting shapes made from shadow around my room.
It is night,
and I use the light of the moon to make a rainbow with my toy prism.
I got that prism from my brother.
I wonder how he is?
Does he miss me?
Does he wonder where I am?
How much has he changed,
while I sit here, in my room,
begging for things to stay the same?
I don't want to grow up.
I don't.
Time stands still here,
and the letter from my older self waits for me to read it.
I pick up the letter from the trash bin. I place it on the desk.
The letter is folded perfectly, one single line down the middle.
All the words are in cursive, with a proper elegance that only a woman could conjure.
I tremble, and the paper shakes in my hands. I worry I might give myself a paper cut.
My small fingers,
of my ten year old self,
slowly,
carefully,
open the letter.
The time starts ticking again.
The clock chimes announce it's midnight, outside.
But in my room,
the air is as bright as a spring morning.
I understand now,
the words that my older self left for me.
"Time marches on.
Don't be afraid to let go.
Focus only on the future,
otherwise you'll be held down forever.
Please don't leave yourself vulnerable to the past anymore.
It'll only reopen the scars you want to heal."
Now, I look back on the memories fondly,
of that time I spent in my room,
waiting,
regretting,
holding myself back.
I see my brother, now,
standing below the window,
and he notices my progress,
smiling encouragingly.
"Go on.
Make changes for the better."
I open the door to my room, and step outside.
The time ticks.
My letter is creased and folded,
the light purple paper sitting on the desk.
I wish for my soul to weep,
but instead it stays a sullen grey.
The light from the oil lamp,
it reflects the colors of a psychedelic rainbow
all around my room.
Spinning, curving,
forming shapes and turning them inside out.
Fractals complete my room.
The time ticks,
it is a paradox, I realize.
Perhaps one that was caused by my own foolishness.
Nevertheless,
the letter sits there.
On the desk.
Staring.
Waiting.
What do you want, purple letter?
Why are you begging me to open you?
For you see,
I know not what lies inside,
even though the handwriting is mine.
The time ticks,
it is a time loop, I realize.
I walk about my room,
the oil lamp flickering,
and I do everything all over again.
The purple letter,
it waits for me to read it.
I don't want to.
I'm scared of it.
So I endlessly repeat my days over and over again,
ignoring the letter,
doing the mundane tasks I prioritize
over reading that paradoxical letter.
The time ticks,
it is a countdown, I realize.
It counts down the years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds
until I open
that
damn
letter.
I don't want to.
I go back to sleep,
rolling over and shoving the covers over my head.
The moon glows brightly outside,
judging me for my inaction.
The time ticks.
With each passing day,
I grow more and more restless.
I am trapped in this room,
the purple letter holding the key
to escape,
and yet I do not want to read the words
that I wrote
and yet did not write.
The time stops.
I get angry.
I yell and scream and cry because of the letter.
"What do you want from me?
Why do you stare at me so?
Leave me alone!
I do not want to read your words,
the words of my other self.
If I had a shredder,
I would stuff you in!"
The letter sits there, unfazed.
The time is passed in silence.
I sit at my desk.
I hold my head in my hands,
my hair starting to grey from the stress.
"I'm only 10 years old,
I shouldn't have to go grey yet!"
Time doesn't care.
The letter doesn't care.
I don't care, I realize.
I decide to mark the days on my wall.
I count the time by myself,
for the clock on my wall has stopped.
It's hard to keep all the seconds in shape,
and sometimes I fear that I miscalculate the time.
It has been 5 days now,
please send help.
The letter sits in the trash bin.
It has been 10 years,
11 months,
2 weeks,
4 days,
7 hours,
and 32 seconds
since I last left my room.
The whole place is in disarray,
and my bed smells of must.
My clothes are unwashed,
and I no longer sleep.
The purple letter is still in my trash bin,
unaged,
begging me to open it still.
I have no tears left in my soul.
It is a musty grey.
The oil lamp flickers,
casting shapes made from shadow around my room.
It is night,
and I use the light of the moon to make a rainbow with my toy prism.
I got that prism from my brother.
I wonder how he is?
Does he miss me?
Does he wonder where I am?
How much has he changed,
while I sit here, in my room,
begging for things to stay the same?
I don't want to grow up.
I don't.
Time stands still here,
and the letter from my older self waits for me to read it.
I pick up the letter from the trash bin. I place it on the desk.
The letter is folded perfectly, one single line down the middle.
All the words are in cursive, with a proper elegance that only a woman could conjure.
I tremble, and the paper shakes in my hands. I worry I might give myself a paper cut.
My small fingers,
of my ten year old self,
slowly,
carefully,
open the letter.
The time starts ticking again.
The clock chimes announce it's midnight, outside.
But in my room,
the air is as bright as a spring morning.
I understand now,
the words that my older self left for me.
"Time marches on.
Don't be afraid to let go.
Focus only on the future,
otherwise you'll be held down forever.
Please don't leave yourself vulnerable to the past anymore.
It'll only reopen the scars you want to heal."
Now, I look back on the memories fondly,
of that time I spent in my room,
waiting,
regretting,
holding myself back.
I see my brother, now,
standing below the window,
and he notices my progress,
smiling encouragingly.
"Go on.
Make changes for the better."
I open the door to my room, and step outside.
The far away castle, beyond yonder skies
Karyis
procrastinating as we speak
- Location
- Texas
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The far away castle, beyond yonder skies
In a far away castle, beyond yonder skies,
I dream of a brilliant sunrise.
For, where else shall
the wooden angels sing,
if not in the golden heavens of our own planet?
Sunlight seeps through my fingers,
washing away the impurity of yesterday,
and I still dream.
I want to continue dreaming for eternity and more,
and yet, I know, deep within my heart...
The forest glade is beautiful, even as the years pass by.
Snowflakes dance among the tree branches,
tiny fairies sparkling in the last lights of dusk.
I giggle, spinning along with them,
the swirling snow around my feet creating an image of wonder.
The wooden angels, blessed they may be,
Can turn rotten with spite and envy.
Dark, twisting knots and cracks form within the wood,
threatening to splinter.
One such angel, bitter and damp with mold and disease,
comes to me in the night,
perching outside my window.
"The dream will end," he says,
"It will end and you shall wake up and face the bitter reality before you.
I will laugh, then,
and your roots will grow gnarled as well.
You will join us soon."
I dislike words such as will and fate.
They only make me realize the truth in the rotted demon's words.
Still, I continue to dance with the fairies
in the snow-coated forest at dusk,
spinning round and round,
giggling at our own foolishness.
Years pass,
and I cling desperately at my dream.
The wooden angels pray for me,
and the old and dying demons hound me at my windows.
I stay inside my castle,
dreaming endlessly,
waiting for my shining knight to take me away.
I no longer dance with the fey.
It isn't safe in the woods anymore.
The servants in my castle tell me it is safer,
in here,
where I may dream peacefully,
of that golden and pink sunrise,
the clouds dyed a slight orange,
with sunlight streaming through
and collecting in my hands
as golden water,
dripping onto the earth below.
Legends tell,
of a floating island,
covered in forest.
In these woods,
live fairies of all kinds,
all of whom dance in the snow
that coats the ground,
basking in a mystical moonlight and glitter.
They say,
if you go deep enough,
you will find a castle,
covered in ancient vines,
from which you will hear the voices
of wooden dolls singing prayer.
At night,
demons of gnarled oak bang at the walls and windows,
begging to be let in.
Within the castle,
resides a small girl,
forever sleeping within her lonely room,
dreaming of a world
where she may be at peace.
The end of the fairy tale is for naught.
In a far away castle, beyond yonder skies,
I dream of a brilliant sunrise.
For, where else shall
the wooden angels sing,
if not in the golden heavens of our own planet?
Sunlight seeps through my fingers,
washing away the impurity of yesterday,
and I still dream.
I want to continue dreaming for eternity and more,
and yet, I know, deep within my heart...
The forest glade is beautiful, even as the years pass by.
Snowflakes dance among the tree branches,
tiny fairies sparkling in the last lights of dusk.
I giggle, spinning along with them,
the swirling snow around my feet creating an image of wonder.
The wooden angels, blessed they may be,
Can turn rotten with spite and envy.
Dark, twisting knots and cracks form within the wood,
threatening to splinter.
One such angel, bitter and damp with mold and disease,
comes to me in the night,
perching outside my window.
"The dream will end," he says,
"It will end and you shall wake up and face the bitter reality before you.
I will laugh, then,
and your roots will grow gnarled as well.
You will join us soon."
I dislike words such as will and fate.
They only make me realize the truth in the rotted demon's words.
Still, I continue to dance with the fairies
in the snow-coated forest at dusk,
spinning round and round,
giggling at our own foolishness.
Years pass,
and I cling desperately at my dream.
The wooden angels pray for me,
and the old and dying demons hound me at my windows.
I stay inside my castle,
dreaming endlessly,
waiting for my shining knight to take me away.
I no longer dance with the fey.
It isn't safe in the woods anymore.
The servants in my castle tell me it is safer,
in here,
where I may dream peacefully,
of that golden and pink sunrise,
the clouds dyed a slight orange,
with sunlight streaming through
and collecting in my hands
as golden water,
dripping onto the earth below.
Legends tell,
of a floating island,
covered in forest.
In these woods,
live fairies of all kinds,
all of whom dance in the snow
that coats the ground,
basking in a mystical moonlight and glitter.
They say,
if you go deep enough,
you will find a castle,
covered in ancient vines,
from which you will hear the voices
of wooden dolls singing prayer.
At night,
demons of gnarled oak bang at the walls and windows,
begging to be let in.
Within the castle,
resides a small girl,
forever sleeping within her lonely room,
dreaming of a world
where she may be at peace.
The end of the fairy tale is for naught.
Experimental writing attempt, surrealist adventure-horror?
Karyis
procrastinating as we speak
- Location
- Texas
- Pronouns
- He/Him
This is an attempt I made at writing something in a more surreal sort of genre, mostly inspired by this image i keep getting in my head that i always have a compulsion to draw but never get..."right," i guess. I also write this in first person, as opposed to third, like i usually do, but it just ended up like that and works way better this way, i think. third person would have been hell to write this in. you'll see why. anyway, without further commentary from me, here you go:
The lips move silently, and yet I can hear the words they speak well within my head.
"Are you listening?"
The movement is in flashes, sounding out one vowel, and then another, skipping the actual movement just to get into the appropriate poses.
"Are you listening?"
I don't know anything. I don't know at all.
What am I supposed to be listening to? What is it that you need me to hear?
"Are you listening?"
I traverse the white, empty space, filled with static and void of everything except me and those lips.
They still ask me that same question, infinitely, and I have no idea how to respond.
Please, tell me, what am I supposed to say?
"Are you listening?"
I finally find something within the static haze. The lips float behind me, moving, sounding out the words in flashes, still asking me the same question that now means nothing to me.
The thing I find…
What is it?
It's in a shape I haven't seen before.
"Are you listening?"
"Shut up for once," I growl, and pick up what I now recognize as a knife. It's all black, even the blade, which is serrated, and there's a thumb slide on the side of the handle, in order to easily let the blade out. I slide the knife back in, and clip it to my belt.
I don't know why I do that, but I keep walking anyway.
"Are you listening?"
The static is thicker now.
---
The static clears.
The lips stay floating behind me. There are three of them, total. Moving soundlessly, with their voices still in my head. The question they pose is the same.
I look out at the area in front of me, no longer an endless, white void. It seems…jungle like.
"Is that what the knife is for?" I look down at it, still clipped to my belt. It doesn't seem very appropriate for cutting away vines. Mostly just for defending myself. I step out into the jungle anyway, and behind me, the void vanishes from existence. Or so it seems.
I take a step back, and I'm in the void again, looking at the jungle. I step forward, void is gone. Even if I turn around, behind me is all jungle.
"Huh." I say, and keep walking forward. The lips follow.
"Are you listening?"
"God, just fucking shut up, okay?" I yell at them, and they pause, vowel shapes unmoving. Then, for once, I see the lips actually move move instead of flashing to the next shape.
They all bite their lower lips simultaneously. Then, I blink, and it's like nothing happened. They're back to flashing, and the question is asked once more.
"Are you listening?"
I frown, and ignore them. I swear, I can hear a faint laughter.
---
It's not long before I notice what seems to be animals in the jungle. They're not any sort of animals that I recognize, though. Which is strange, because I've been in the void for as long as I can remember, which isn't very long – a few hours at most – and yet I know that these "animals" are not animals.
One is brown-furred, with tentacles coming out of their spine at random intervals, flapping about in the wind as it follows me from tree to tree. Its hands are clawed, like a sloths, and yet has none of the slowness. The feet, however, are like a gecko's, with a monkey-like tail, and no visible mouth. The eyes, however, are human. As are the ears.
Another slithers along behind me, behind the lips, even, seemingly trying to stay out of sight as it darts from one piece of foliage to another. While the animal may have no legs, it has a snake's tail and arms like a gorilla, except appropriately sized for the much smaller body. It uses these in a semblance of walking, pulling itself forward with each fist to the ground as its tail hastily slithers to catch up. The upper body is like a ferret's, and about as long as one, while the head is foxlike, with the same tawny color as the rest of its fur. The scales match, too, but with a white underside as far as I can tell.
And finally, the last one, stalking me in the undergrowth, bigger than the rest. Much bigger. That's all I can tell about it, from the low growls I hear around me, to the rustling of plants as it follows me through the thick jungle. I try my best to ignore it, but the noise of its growls send a shiver down my spine every time I hear them.
"Are you listening?" the lips whisper, unusual for them. I nod, silently, only thinking about when this giant creature will attack me.
And finally, in a small clearing in the jungle, with a small brook splitting the clearing in two, it does.
And I scream.
---
It's a lion, I realize.
The monster stalking me was a lion.
A regular fucking lion.
The other two "animals" following me stay just outside the clearing, watching the fight unfold.
Except, we're not really fighting yet, the lion is just trying to circle around me, but I'm having none of that bullshit. I find it strange that the lion is here, with those two other abominations, especially in a jungle as thick as this, but the lion roars and I snap out of those thoughts.
He's trying to scare me. He's hungry. He just wants an easy fight. He hasn't eaten in days. Nothing here tastes right to him, and he makes too much noise when stalking prey due to all of the plants around him that he's not used to.
He just wants to go home. Back to the pride.
"Fuck," I mutter, feeling empathy for the beast. I want to go home, too, wherever that is, but I have no idea and I have no idea what life was like before the void, anyway, nor who I am or what my name is. I haven't really picked one out for myself, either, simply because I haven't thought about it before now. But, it's even worse for the lion, isn't it, in a strange place with strange creatures, not able to fucking eat because he's just not suited to the environment he's in…
I kind of want to cry for it, for this pathetic creature, but then I realize he's pouncing on me and I should probably move.
So I do, I jump out of the way and the Lion crashes into the undergrowth. I can barely see him turn around and charge at me, and I try to jump away again, but I trip on a root and fall over. The lion lands on top of me, and is about to take a bite, when...
The snake-ferret-fox thing just rams into the lion with its fucking gorilla arms, throwing him off balance somehow despite how much smaller the "animal" is compared to the lion. Like, for a comparison, this thing is the size of a Singapura, and it's taking on a lion. And the average Singapura is about half as small as the average house cat breed's size. So I'm guessing that either laws of physics don't work in this particular jungle, or all the parts of this "animal's" body work just as if it were attached to the proper body.
Which, now that I think about it, both answers probably mean the same thing in this context.
I grab the knife off of my pocket, and quickly get up onto my feet. Sliding the actual blade out, I charge at the two fighting creatures…
And stab the snake-ferret-fox in the throat.
Okay, yeah, I know that sounds stupid, why would I stab the creature that just saved me? Well, I had been planning from the start to feed one of these things to the lion and use that as a getaway, which I realize as soon as I stab the thing that the plan probably won't work. But I'm delirious from fear and adrenaline, and I nearly died just now, so don't expect me to be making any sane choices anytime soon.
I quickly finish off the "animal", and I drag it away from the lion quickly, which just seems to be watching me instead of attacking again. I cut off the head of the "animal," and the snake tail, and leave only the gorilla arms and ferret body together. I then kind of kick it towards the lion, who looks at me in a way that I swear is asking me if I'm crazy or something. Then it eats. The other "animal" simply runs away.
I sit back down, puffing and huffing, and when I raise my arms to wipe the sweat from my brow I see all of the blood on them. It's coating my hands, my wrists, and trails off at my elbow, while my shirt and the thighs of my pants aren't much prettier either. I wish I could say that I got a bit nauseous about this, but I didn't, really, I just laid my hand back down on the ground. The lips float over, as they had been hiding from the fight, and I look at them.
"I don't wanna talk to you right now."
They don't say anything this time, which is nice. Looking over at the lion, he just finished his meal, and licked his lips in satisfaction. He starts looking at me, again, curious, and walks over to me, sniffing my arms and chest, primarily where the blood is. Then, he starts licking the blood off, and I laugh.
"Ha ha ha! That-that tickles, hey…!" I giggle, trying to push him away gently, but he presses forward and keeps licking. Eventually, all the blood is licked off, and he flops over, onto his belly, and winks at me, like how cats do sometimes when they look at you. I smile, close-mouthed, and carefully stretch my arm out to scratch him behind the ears. He lets me, and so I give a nice scratch that he purrs about.
I sigh, looking up at the sky, which I notice hasn't changed color since I first got here. It's still the same sort of orange-yellow, and there hasn't been any rain at all, which is weird for a jungle. Especially a jungle thick as this one. The lips float forward, and the middle one opens its mouth when I turn to look…
The jaw stretches impossibly. There's just no way a mouth should go down that far. The lion is confused, too, and a little freaked out, seemingly having just noticed the lips. Instead of the normal inside-mouth stuff, though, beyond the teeth is just an empty white void, filled with a static haze.
"Ah," I murmur, starting to get up. I put the knife back on my belt, and the lion watches me as I go towards the lips. "I guess you want me to go back?"
"Are you listening?" The lips say, and I laugh half-heartedly.
"Yeah, yeah. So, Lion," I turn around and look at the big cat, "are you coming or what? There's nothing to eat here, though, but I haven't gotten very hungry while in there, and I was in there for several hours. So it's likely you don't need to eat when you go into this white…void…place." I frown, looking back at the entranceway.
"I really need a name for that, huh…" I mutter to myself, and shake my head. Looking back at the lion, I stretch out my hand. "Well?"
He seems to think about it, looking away at the dense foliage of the jungle, before looking back at me. He does this several times, in fact, and eventually he pads towards the open lips and peers in. Looking back up at me, he makes a noise that sounds like confusion. I nod at him.
"This is where I…live, I guess. I'm not too sure, but it's not like I can really remember much besides waking up in there and walking around. Oh, and the lips, too. They were always there with me." I reply, and he looks back at the void. Raising a paw, he takes a tentative step in…
And then the lips clamp shut over both of us, and we fall back into the white, static-y void.
---
"Are you listening?"
"Oww…"
"Mmmroowph…."
"Are you listening?"
I open my eyes, painfully. Lying on the ground next to me is the lion, who seems to want to just lay there a bit longer. The lips are floating over both our heads, doing that flash-movement thing again. I groan, and sit up. Turning to the lion, I try shaking him a little bit.
"Hey, you okay, buddy?" I ask, and he huffs a breath of warm air in reply. Slowly raising his head, he looks around, then at me, then at the ground. Getting to his paws, he stretches, and yawns. Then looks at me again and noses me to my feet. I thank him for the help, and look around.
"Well, where do you want me to go next, lips?" I ask the floating lips, but they don't move at all. Just continuing their flashy movement vowel-soundings like always.
I sigh, and look around in the void again. Picking a random direction, I head off in that way, looking back at the lion, who is staring at me confusedly.
"Come on, lion. It would be boring if we just sat around here all day. Let's explore some more." I smile, making sure not to bare my teeth (which he might take as a sign of aggression) and keep walking. Eventually, he trails after me, and so do the lips, always asking their questions endlessly, never deviating from their script.
"Are you listening?"
But, what am I supposed to be listening to?
The lips move silently, and yet I can hear the words they speak well within my head.
"Are you listening?"
The movement is in flashes, sounding out one vowel, and then another, skipping the actual movement just to get into the appropriate poses.
"Are you listening?"
I don't know anything. I don't know at all.
What am I supposed to be listening to? What is it that you need me to hear?
"Are you listening?"
I traverse the white, empty space, filled with static and void of everything except me and those lips.
They still ask me that same question, infinitely, and I have no idea how to respond.
Please, tell me, what am I supposed to say?
"Are you listening?"
I finally find something within the static haze. The lips float behind me, moving, sounding out the words in flashes, still asking me the same question that now means nothing to me.
The thing I find…
What is it?
It's in a shape I haven't seen before.
"Are you listening?"
"Shut up for once," I growl, and pick up what I now recognize as a knife. It's all black, even the blade, which is serrated, and there's a thumb slide on the side of the handle, in order to easily let the blade out. I slide the knife back in, and clip it to my belt.
I don't know why I do that, but I keep walking anyway.
"Are you listening?"
The static is thicker now.
---
The static clears.
The lips stay floating behind me. There are three of them, total. Moving soundlessly, with their voices still in my head. The question they pose is the same.
I look out at the area in front of me, no longer an endless, white void. It seems…jungle like.
"Is that what the knife is for?" I look down at it, still clipped to my belt. It doesn't seem very appropriate for cutting away vines. Mostly just for defending myself. I step out into the jungle anyway, and behind me, the void vanishes from existence. Or so it seems.
I take a step back, and I'm in the void again, looking at the jungle. I step forward, void is gone. Even if I turn around, behind me is all jungle.
"Huh." I say, and keep walking forward. The lips follow.
"Are you listening?"
"God, just fucking shut up, okay?" I yell at them, and they pause, vowel shapes unmoving. Then, for once, I see the lips actually move move instead of flashing to the next shape.
They all bite their lower lips simultaneously. Then, I blink, and it's like nothing happened. They're back to flashing, and the question is asked once more.
"Are you listening?"
I frown, and ignore them. I swear, I can hear a faint laughter.
---
It's not long before I notice what seems to be animals in the jungle. They're not any sort of animals that I recognize, though. Which is strange, because I've been in the void for as long as I can remember, which isn't very long – a few hours at most – and yet I know that these "animals" are not animals.
One is brown-furred, with tentacles coming out of their spine at random intervals, flapping about in the wind as it follows me from tree to tree. Its hands are clawed, like a sloths, and yet has none of the slowness. The feet, however, are like a gecko's, with a monkey-like tail, and no visible mouth. The eyes, however, are human. As are the ears.
Another slithers along behind me, behind the lips, even, seemingly trying to stay out of sight as it darts from one piece of foliage to another. While the animal may have no legs, it has a snake's tail and arms like a gorilla, except appropriately sized for the much smaller body. It uses these in a semblance of walking, pulling itself forward with each fist to the ground as its tail hastily slithers to catch up. The upper body is like a ferret's, and about as long as one, while the head is foxlike, with the same tawny color as the rest of its fur. The scales match, too, but with a white underside as far as I can tell.
And finally, the last one, stalking me in the undergrowth, bigger than the rest. Much bigger. That's all I can tell about it, from the low growls I hear around me, to the rustling of plants as it follows me through the thick jungle. I try my best to ignore it, but the noise of its growls send a shiver down my spine every time I hear them.
"Are you listening?" the lips whisper, unusual for them. I nod, silently, only thinking about when this giant creature will attack me.
And finally, in a small clearing in the jungle, with a small brook splitting the clearing in two, it does.
And I scream.
---
It's a lion, I realize.
The monster stalking me was a lion.
A regular fucking lion.
The other two "animals" following me stay just outside the clearing, watching the fight unfold.
Except, we're not really fighting yet, the lion is just trying to circle around me, but I'm having none of that bullshit. I find it strange that the lion is here, with those two other abominations, especially in a jungle as thick as this, but the lion roars and I snap out of those thoughts.
He's trying to scare me. He's hungry. He just wants an easy fight. He hasn't eaten in days. Nothing here tastes right to him, and he makes too much noise when stalking prey due to all of the plants around him that he's not used to.
He just wants to go home. Back to the pride.
"Fuck," I mutter, feeling empathy for the beast. I want to go home, too, wherever that is, but I have no idea and I have no idea what life was like before the void, anyway, nor who I am or what my name is. I haven't really picked one out for myself, either, simply because I haven't thought about it before now. But, it's even worse for the lion, isn't it, in a strange place with strange creatures, not able to fucking eat because he's just not suited to the environment he's in…
I kind of want to cry for it, for this pathetic creature, but then I realize he's pouncing on me and I should probably move.
So I do, I jump out of the way and the Lion crashes into the undergrowth. I can barely see him turn around and charge at me, and I try to jump away again, but I trip on a root and fall over. The lion lands on top of me, and is about to take a bite, when...
The snake-ferret-fox thing just rams into the lion with its fucking gorilla arms, throwing him off balance somehow despite how much smaller the "animal" is compared to the lion. Like, for a comparison, this thing is the size of a Singapura, and it's taking on a lion. And the average Singapura is about half as small as the average house cat breed's size. So I'm guessing that either laws of physics don't work in this particular jungle, or all the parts of this "animal's" body work just as if it were attached to the proper body.
Which, now that I think about it, both answers probably mean the same thing in this context.
I grab the knife off of my pocket, and quickly get up onto my feet. Sliding the actual blade out, I charge at the two fighting creatures…
And stab the snake-ferret-fox in the throat.
Okay, yeah, I know that sounds stupid, why would I stab the creature that just saved me? Well, I had been planning from the start to feed one of these things to the lion and use that as a getaway, which I realize as soon as I stab the thing that the plan probably won't work. But I'm delirious from fear and adrenaline, and I nearly died just now, so don't expect me to be making any sane choices anytime soon.
I quickly finish off the "animal", and I drag it away from the lion quickly, which just seems to be watching me instead of attacking again. I cut off the head of the "animal," and the snake tail, and leave only the gorilla arms and ferret body together. I then kind of kick it towards the lion, who looks at me in a way that I swear is asking me if I'm crazy or something. Then it eats. The other "animal" simply runs away.
I sit back down, puffing and huffing, and when I raise my arms to wipe the sweat from my brow I see all of the blood on them. It's coating my hands, my wrists, and trails off at my elbow, while my shirt and the thighs of my pants aren't much prettier either. I wish I could say that I got a bit nauseous about this, but I didn't, really, I just laid my hand back down on the ground. The lips float over, as they had been hiding from the fight, and I look at them.
"I don't wanna talk to you right now."
They don't say anything this time, which is nice. Looking over at the lion, he just finished his meal, and licked his lips in satisfaction. He starts looking at me, again, curious, and walks over to me, sniffing my arms and chest, primarily where the blood is. Then, he starts licking the blood off, and I laugh.
"Ha ha ha! That-that tickles, hey…!" I giggle, trying to push him away gently, but he presses forward and keeps licking. Eventually, all the blood is licked off, and he flops over, onto his belly, and winks at me, like how cats do sometimes when they look at you. I smile, close-mouthed, and carefully stretch my arm out to scratch him behind the ears. He lets me, and so I give a nice scratch that he purrs about.
I sigh, looking up at the sky, which I notice hasn't changed color since I first got here. It's still the same sort of orange-yellow, and there hasn't been any rain at all, which is weird for a jungle. Especially a jungle thick as this one. The lips float forward, and the middle one opens its mouth when I turn to look…
The jaw stretches impossibly. There's just no way a mouth should go down that far. The lion is confused, too, and a little freaked out, seemingly having just noticed the lips. Instead of the normal inside-mouth stuff, though, beyond the teeth is just an empty white void, filled with a static haze.
"Ah," I murmur, starting to get up. I put the knife back on my belt, and the lion watches me as I go towards the lips. "I guess you want me to go back?"
"Are you listening?" The lips say, and I laugh half-heartedly.
"Yeah, yeah. So, Lion," I turn around and look at the big cat, "are you coming or what? There's nothing to eat here, though, but I haven't gotten very hungry while in there, and I was in there for several hours. So it's likely you don't need to eat when you go into this white…void…place." I frown, looking back at the entranceway.
"I really need a name for that, huh…" I mutter to myself, and shake my head. Looking back at the lion, I stretch out my hand. "Well?"
He seems to think about it, looking away at the dense foliage of the jungle, before looking back at me. He does this several times, in fact, and eventually he pads towards the open lips and peers in. Looking back up at me, he makes a noise that sounds like confusion. I nod at him.
"This is where I…live, I guess. I'm not too sure, but it's not like I can really remember much besides waking up in there and walking around. Oh, and the lips, too. They were always there with me." I reply, and he looks back at the void. Raising a paw, he takes a tentative step in…
And then the lips clamp shut over both of us, and we fall back into the white, static-y void.
---
"Are you listening?"
"Oww…"
"Mmmroowph…."
"Are you listening?"
I open my eyes, painfully. Lying on the ground next to me is the lion, who seems to want to just lay there a bit longer. The lips are floating over both our heads, doing that flash-movement thing again. I groan, and sit up. Turning to the lion, I try shaking him a little bit.
"Hey, you okay, buddy?" I ask, and he huffs a breath of warm air in reply. Slowly raising his head, he looks around, then at me, then at the ground. Getting to his paws, he stretches, and yawns. Then looks at me again and noses me to my feet. I thank him for the help, and look around.
"Well, where do you want me to go next, lips?" I ask the floating lips, but they don't move at all. Just continuing their flashy movement vowel-soundings like always.
I sigh, and look around in the void again. Picking a random direction, I head off in that way, looking back at the lion, who is staring at me confusedly.
"Come on, lion. It would be boring if we just sat around here all day. Let's explore some more." I smile, making sure not to bare my teeth (which he might take as a sign of aggression) and keep walking. Eventually, he trails after me, and so do the lips, always asking their questions endlessly, never deviating from their script.
"Are you listening?"
But, what am I supposed to be listening to?
Haiku for Summer
My Cat
Karyis
procrastinating as we speak
- Location
- Texas
- Pronouns
- He/Him
A/N: If you see another version of this poem floating around out there, don't worry: It's mine. I may or may not have posted another, older version of this poem before, either on my tumblr or elsewhere, but I'm too lazy to check if it's really there and even if it is I would want to save it for posterity's sake. 
Anyway, here you go!
My Cat
My cat wants to eat
my feet. Please help me
save my lower limbs.
Anyway, here you go!My Cat
My cat wants to eat
my feet. Please help me
save my lower limbs.
uncomprehending
Karyis
procrastinating as we speak
- Location
- Texas
- Pronouns
- He/Him
A/N: another cross post, this time less humor and not-haiku and more free-form cosmic horror. i have been writing more stuff lately, but its mostly for actual, multi-chapter stories and not just snippets or whatever. also stuff that im not entirely confident in posting. but hey, maybe one day i'll do less poetry and more fiction stuff, right?
right?
---
uncomprehending
it does not understand.
not for a lack of trying, but it does not understand.
to a mind infinitely greater than a humans,
we really are
so
so
small.
and strange.
and weak.
it tries to imitate.
it tries to grasp our concept of "living."
but how does one,
who has no needs or wants,
who needs not to breathe, or eat, or sleep,
who is ageless and timeless and both newly born and impossibly old,
how does one like that
ever
hope to
understand
us?
its smiles are fake.
hollow.
empty.
its eyes are gateways to madness.
paranoia.
delirium.
its skin is plastic.
stretched too thin.
the joints are stiff.
erratic.
even as it tries to assimilate the human form,
the human soul,
the human value of "life,"
it is all too easy to see
that it is attempting to be something
it cannot comprehend.
---
uncomprehending
it does not understand.
not for a lack of trying, but it does not understand.
to a mind infinitely greater than a humans,
we really are
so
so
small.
and strange.
and weak.
it tries to imitate.
it tries to grasp our concept of "living."
but how does one,
who has no needs or wants,
who needs not to breathe, or eat, or sleep,
who is ageless and timeless and both newly born and impossibly old,
how does one like that
ever
hope to
understand
us?
its smiles are fake.
hollow.
empty.
its eyes are gateways to madness.
paranoia.
delirium.
its skin is plastic.
stretched too thin.
the joints are stiff.
erratic.
even as it tries to assimilate the human form,
the human soul,
the human value of "life,"
it is all too easy to see
that it is attempting to be something
it cannot comprehend.
More faux-haiku and haiku
Karyis
procrastinating as we speak
- Location
- Texas
- Pronouns
- He/Him
finally, stuff I haven't cross-posted! its still kind of old, though, as i dont have anything newer. most of this stuff is from differing perspectives, as while i wrote it i was trying to experiment a little. anyway, here you go:
Buddhist Monk 1-4
1
A great wind blows past,
The grass rustles in the breeze,
I find my inner peace.
2
Nirvana awaits,
I take a deep breath slowly,
Meditation starts.
3
A simple life led,
Free of any darker wants,
Is the life I chose.
4
Storm clouds gather up,
Rain begins to fall softly,
I head back inside.
Teens in love 1-4
1
A voice sounds softly,
I smell roses and cherry trees,
They wake me gently.
2
Pictures move across
The big, silver, flashing screen,
She grips me tightly.
3
Water spirals in
the air, a fountain beheld,
A coin drops inside.
4
Blue cotton candy
mixes with a cloud of pink,
sticky teeth are shown.
Single young man 1-4
1
Peach fuzz touches me,
my fingers brushing past quick,
I am done shaving.
2
I grab my coat quick,
The chill in the air soothes me.
I am off to work.
3
Work parties are not
my forte. I am very
uncomfortable.
4
Driving home at night,
city lights blur past my car,
I am feeling peace.
Older married couple 1-4
1
Domestic life is
a pleasant thing to partake,
I dream of children.
2
Grandchildren are sweet,
young voices pleasantly loud,
I laugh with them all.
3
Cooking with my wife.
Our anniversary.
Her smile is warm.
4
Late night TV shows
blare on the small screen of light,
Game show time is here!
Wolf 1-4
1
The forest is strong,
Small animals living wild,
The wolf starts its hunt.
2
The sweet scent of blood
Fills the air strongly as the
Wolf eats its recent kill.
3
Young pups play bite them.
The bones scattered about.
Their father is proud.
4
Night time in the woods,
Twilight stars light the sky,
The wolf rests at home.
Child 1-4
1
The juice is really sweet,
I take a very big bite,
I love pineapples.
2
Grass stains on my feet
as I run through the large field.
This is very fun!
3
The rabbit is soft.
I pet it very gently.
I want one, mama!
4
A baby's loud cry
from the room right next to mine,
I hate my sister.
Buddhist Monk 1-4
1
A great wind blows past,
The grass rustles in the breeze,
I find my inner peace.
2
Nirvana awaits,
I take a deep breath slowly,
Meditation starts.
3
A simple life led,
Free of any darker wants,
Is the life I chose.
4
Storm clouds gather up,
Rain begins to fall softly,
I head back inside.
Teens in love 1-4
1
A voice sounds softly,
I smell roses and cherry trees,
They wake me gently.
2
Pictures move across
The big, silver, flashing screen,
She grips me tightly.
3
Water spirals in
the air, a fountain beheld,
A coin drops inside.
4
Blue cotton candy
mixes with a cloud of pink,
sticky teeth are shown.
Single young man 1-4
1
Peach fuzz touches me,
my fingers brushing past quick,
I am done shaving.
2
I grab my coat quick,
The chill in the air soothes me.
I am off to work.
3
Work parties are not
my forte. I am very
uncomfortable.
4
Driving home at night,
city lights blur past my car,
I am feeling peace.
Older married couple 1-4
1
Domestic life is
a pleasant thing to partake,
I dream of children.
2
Grandchildren are sweet,
young voices pleasantly loud,
I laugh with them all.
3
Cooking with my wife.
Our anniversary.
Her smile is warm.
4
Late night TV shows
blare on the small screen of light,
Game show time is here!
Wolf 1-4
1
The forest is strong,
Small animals living wild,
The wolf starts its hunt.
2
The sweet scent of blood
Fills the air strongly as the
Wolf eats its recent kill.
3
Young pups play bite them.
The bones scattered about.
Their father is proud.
4
Night time in the woods,
Twilight stars light the sky,
The wolf rests at home.
Child 1-4
1
The juice is really sweet,
I take a very big bite,
I love pineapples.
2
Grass stains on my feet
as I run through the large field.
This is very fun!
3
The rabbit is soft.
I pet it very gently.
I want one, mama!
4
A baby's loud cry
from the room right next to mine,
I hate my sister.
snippet of something i had an idea for but probably wont do
Karyis
procrastinating as we speak
- Location
- Texas
- Pronouns
- He/Him
another snippet. its a dangan ronpa x fate zero cross, but im probably not going to do a full story out of it. here you go, though, to those that are interested:
Fate/Zero x Dangan Ronpa
Summary: Uryuu Ryuunosuke doesn't summon Giles de Rais as a Caster. Instead, he summons the concept of Despair itself.
It just so happens that "concept" likes to take on the form of the instigators of the World's Most Despair-Inducing Event in the History of Mankind: The leader and her loyal soldiers of SHSL Despair.
A flash of light, and then a burning pain as something seared itself onto Ryuunosuke's arm. He stared at the strange swirls of red that now adorned his hand, before looking up at the being that stood before him. Internally, he was still kind of dumbstruck that he actually managed to successfully summon a demon in the first place, but he tried to not let it show on his face.
The demon he summoned turned out to be a stuffed bear.
To describe it, it was white on one side, and pitch black on the other, with a white tummy in the middle. The eye of the black side was red, almost like a scar, and instead of a normal muzzle it had a wide, toothy grin.
Rather strange for a demon, but Ryuunosuke wasn't complaining. It was actually kind of cool. He figured it would be best if he introduced himself, like all those in polite company did.
"Hey there. Are really a demon? I suppose I should introduce myself, right? My name's Ryuunosuke Uryuu. My hobby is murder, and I really like women and kids. Speaking of which, I prepared a snack for you! Right there, see?" Ryuunosuke pointed to the kid he had tied up and gagged earlier, who looked nothing more like he wanted to be anywhere but there. The boy panicked and scooted backwards before hitting the cabinet behind him, his screams muffled all the while.
"Upupupu…You think I'm some sort of demon? Well, you're wrong! I'm a bear, made of one-hundred percent cotton and pure despair! And besides, bears don't eat little kids, they eat honey. Although…" The bear chuckled, standing up on it's two back paws from its sitting position in the middle of the summoning circle. It then raised its paws, claws extended and mouth gaping open. "I think I might make an exception for you as proof of our newfound friendship!"
The bear then charged at the little boy, and jumped onto him. From there, the fight devolved into a giant, bloody cloud of dust as punches and kicks and hair pulls and leg bites were exchanged. In the end, the cloud cleared, and any trace of the boy was gone. All that was left was a very satisfied bear, wearing a bib and patting its fluffy stomach contentedly.
"Ahhh, that sure hit the spot! Maybe I should do this whole kid eating thing more often…Nah, I like honey much better. It's sweeter on the tongue, you know? And besides, I won't be able to play off of any more cartoony stereotypes if I throw that one away! I mean, really, if I get rid of one may as well get rid of them all, you know?" the bear stated, it's cheesy voice filling the silent room.
Ryuunosuke was stock still, mouth gaping as he stared at the monochrome bear. The bear in question looked over at him and tilted its head.
"What? Did I not preform to your expectations? I thought you said—"
"SO COOL!" Ryuunosuke shouted, eyes sparkling with newfound awe. He ran over to the bear, and took its paw in his hand. "That was SO COOL! You were all like bam! And the kid was all like aah! And then there was blood everywhere and you swallowed him whole! Not even a trace of him remained! How did you do that? Are there even more fabulous ways that you can kill? I want to see you do that! I want to see all the different techniques you can do! Even if it means selling my soul! Come on, Mr. Bear, or whatever the heck your name is, let's be murder buddies!"
The bear stared at Ryuunosuke, apparently not really comprehending what was going on. After a while though, it looked down and chuckled once more, before throwing its head back into full-blown laughter.
"Upupupupu…GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Wonderful! How wonderful! How despairingly wonderful! Yes, yes, I like the way you think! Very well then, my dear disciple, I shall teach you. I shall teach you how to kill and kill and kill some more! And when you're unable to kill anymore, then I shall teach you the true meaning of despair! After all…" A burst of smoke exploded from the bear, and Ryuunosuke was thrown backwards. When he looked back up again and the smoke cleared, there was someone new in the bear's place.
It was a woman with strawberry blonde pigtails, ice-blue eyes, and clothes in colors similar to the monochrome bear. She wore black boots with red lace, a short, red plaid skirt, with a stylish black blouse with a white and black tie. On her pigtails, a matching set of white and black bear hair ties could be seen tied in. She slowly moved her arms, one hand to cover her face while the other came to rest underneath her chest. As she spoke, Ryuunosuke could tell there was something low and dangerous in her voice.
"I am the personification of Despair itself."
Fate/Zero x Dangan Ronpa
Summary: Uryuu Ryuunosuke doesn't summon Giles de Rais as a Caster. Instead, he summons the concept of Despair itself.
It just so happens that "concept" likes to take on the form of the instigators of the World's Most Despair-Inducing Event in the History of Mankind: The leader and her loyal soldiers of SHSL Despair.
A flash of light, and then a burning pain as something seared itself onto Ryuunosuke's arm. He stared at the strange swirls of red that now adorned his hand, before looking up at the being that stood before him. Internally, he was still kind of dumbstruck that he actually managed to successfully summon a demon in the first place, but he tried to not let it show on his face.
The demon he summoned turned out to be a stuffed bear.
To describe it, it was white on one side, and pitch black on the other, with a white tummy in the middle. The eye of the black side was red, almost like a scar, and instead of a normal muzzle it had a wide, toothy grin.
Rather strange for a demon, but Ryuunosuke wasn't complaining. It was actually kind of cool. He figured it would be best if he introduced himself, like all those in polite company did.
"Hey there. Are really a demon? I suppose I should introduce myself, right? My name's Ryuunosuke Uryuu. My hobby is murder, and I really like women and kids. Speaking of which, I prepared a snack for you! Right there, see?" Ryuunosuke pointed to the kid he had tied up and gagged earlier, who looked nothing more like he wanted to be anywhere but there. The boy panicked and scooted backwards before hitting the cabinet behind him, his screams muffled all the while.
"Upupupu…You think I'm some sort of demon? Well, you're wrong! I'm a bear, made of one-hundred percent cotton and pure despair! And besides, bears don't eat little kids, they eat honey. Although…" The bear chuckled, standing up on it's two back paws from its sitting position in the middle of the summoning circle. It then raised its paws, claws extended and mouth gaping open. "I think I might make an exception for you as proof of our newfound friendship!"
The bear then charged at the little boy, and jumped onto him. From there, the fight devolved into a giant, bloody cloud of dust as punches and kicks and hair pulls and leg bites were exchanged. In the end, the cloud cleared, and any trace of the boy was gone. All that was left was a very satisfied bear, wearing a bib and patting its fluffy stomach contentedly.
"Ahhh, that sure hit the spot! Maybe I should do this whole kid eating thing more often…Nah, I like honey much better. It's sweeter on the tongue, you know? And besides, I won't be able to play off of any more cartoony stereotypes if I throw that one away! I mean, really, if I get rid of one may as well get rid of them all, you know?" the bear stated, it's cheesy voice filling the silent room.
Ryuunosuke was stock still, mouth gaping as he stared at the monochrome bear. The bear in question looked over at him and tilted its head.
"What? Did I not preform to your expectations? I thought you said—"
"SO COOL!" Ryuunosuke shouted, eyes sparkling with newfound awe. He ran over to the bear, and took its paw in his hand. "That was SO COOL! You were all like bam! And the kid was all like aah! And then there was blood everywhere and you swallowed him whole! Not even a trace of him remained! How did you do that? Are there even more fabulous ways that you can kill? I want to see you do that! I want to see all the different techniques you can do! Even if it means selling my soul! Come on, Mr. Bear, or whatever the heck your name is, let's be murder buddies!"
The bear stared at Ryuunosuke, apparently not really comprehending what was going on. After a while though, it looked down and chuckled once more, before throwing its head back into full-blown laughter.
"Upupupupu…GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Wonderful! How wonderful! How despairingly wonderful! Yes, yes, I like the way you think! Very well then, my dear disciple, I shall teach you. I shall teach you how to kill and kill and kill some more! And when you're unable to kill anymore, then I shall teach you the true meaning of despair! After all…" A burst of smoke exploded from the bear, and Ryuunosuke was thrown backwards. When he looked back up again and the smoke cleared, there was someone new in the bear's place.
It was a woman with strawberry blonde pigtails, ice-blue eyes, and clothes in colors similar to the monochrome bear. She wore black boots with red lace, a short, red plaid skirt, with a stylish black blouse with a white and black tie. On her pigtails, a matching set of white and black bear hair ties could be seen tied in. She slowly moved her arms, one hand to cover her face while the other came to rest underneath her chest. As she spoke, Ryuunosuke could tell there was something low and dangerous in her voice.
"I am the personification of Despair itself."
Gilgamesh
Karyis
procrastinating as we speak
- Location
- Texas
- Pronouns
- He/Him
a/n: this poem is about my cat, gilgamesh omi. shes (yes, she) orange and white and i love her. i like to call her fur pattern "sour cream and cheesy" sometimes (lol). anyway, please enjoy.
Gilgamesh
my love for you is like the universe, if only the universe were a little bit bigger
it spans the entirety of space, and even beyond that
from your delicate little paws with those precious pink pawpads
to the small, soft noises that you like to make from time to time
i love it all
every part of you
(yes, even when you bite me when i want to pet you)
(it kind of hurts when you do that though, so please try to be gentler)
(seriously, you have no self control)
when you wrap yourself around my legs
or headbutt the back of my hand
i start getting antsy because i cant contain my love for you
you're an adorable little fur ball,
but you're my adorable little fur ball
and i won't trade you for the world
Gilgamesh
my love for you is like the universe, if only the universe were a little bit bigger
it spans the entirety of space, and even beyond that
from your delicate little paws with those precious pink pawpads
to the small, soft noises that you like to make from time to time
i love it all
every part of you
(yes, even when you bite me when i want to pet you)
(it kind of hurts when you do that though, so please try to be gentler)
(seriously, you have no self control)
when you wrap yourself around my legs
or headbutt the back of my hand
i start getting antsy because i cant contain my love for you
you're an adorable little fur ball,
but you're my adorable little fur ball
and i won't trade you for the world