Kiss of an Angel Poem

"I hate POETRY! :pouting_cat: "

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                   .𖥔 ݁ ˖           𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍,         ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ     

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                     ⤹⤷.    ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ .    · ── ·    𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒓,   

                                                     ⌣ .     𓂃   ⏝ ⏝𓂃

           ⋆｡◛ ⊹ ࣪ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆       𝑨 𝑺𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇         ► ... 𝓐ᥫ᭡.  

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                ╰┈➤.   · .☘ ݁˖    °    ━━━    °   .   𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒚.

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        𝄢.        𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

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༄.° Yap Session

༄.° Poem 1

༄.° Poem 2

༄.° Ending

      𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

✿˖˚ ༘𐙚•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈·⨾༊󠀺

"I hate... POETRY!!! Okay, SIT! Listen to what I have to say about this. Whenever I have an idea for a poem, my brain says, "Oh, this seems good. Go write a poem about it, but I won't tell you exactly how to write it." Odd, right? But as soon as I plant my bum :flushed: on my chair, sitting in front of my laptop screen, my IQ drops to the "Why is water wet?" level. Suddenly, I'm getting headaches over syllables like it's a freaking MATH TEST, and I'm like, "FEIN! FEIN! FEIN!" :stuck_out_tongue_closed_eyes: :stuck_out_tongue_closed_eyes: "The weariness and groan of.... Diarrhea? 🤨" PARDON ME? WHY AM I THINKING LIKE SOME IPAD KID WATCHING BRAIN ROTS CONTENT VIDEOS?! Every line I wrote feels like my brain is losing brain cells. :open_mouth: ‍ :dash: "Heading towards the unknown? INTO THE UNKNOWN! :snowflake: :nail_care: " And DON'T get me started on the existential crisis in the end—"Aiming not to suppress these irrational thoughts, but to embrace MY INNER ALPHA :wolf: " SINCE WHEN DID MY MIND become SO BRAIN ROTTEN? At this point, I'm blaming TikTok and the people I'd interacted with on this app. Forget using proper grammar for this, I want to express myself! :rage: Why am I suffering for a poem that doesn't even make sense anymore? I'll tell you this: I was born with creativity as a beginner skill perk, but it doesn't look like my brain will no longer be compatible with that skill. Perhaps it's better if I just stick with stories and letters, but poetry is still something I "sometimes" enjoy writing 'cause my brain gives me ideas for writing. I can see my past self looking at my current me, saying: "Not only are you slowly becoming a UNC, but you're losing your touch. This ain't it for you, lil bro." :open_mouth: ‍ :dash: I need to cleanse my mind. Also, how do people even make those aesthetic blog designs? Like, omfg this is so annoying to do! :pouting_cat: How much aura did I lose for yapping, chat? :crying_cat_face: "

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    ✧˖°.    𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦 𝐎𝐧𝐞   ˙✧˖° :camera: ༘ ⋆｡˚

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     𝐋𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐚 ⌯⌲

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"A heavy, dull pain weighs on my heart.

How can someone love if they do not value it?

A vast, overwhelming mind pushes me deeper as I descend.

Searching endlessly, only to uncover emptiness.

Diagnosed with apophenia, misled by love.

The weariness and groan of fret craving to be

Love yet struggling to grasp it's meaning,

Heading towards the unknown.

Castigating oneself, one pessimistic thoughts to not see

The value existing within, navigating loopholes

In another inescapable loophole.

Adrift in an oceanic mind, one may fall deep endlessly.

A Lacuna piece of heart to unravel the enigma

In the wake of a desperate moment.

Aiming not to suppress these irrational thoughts,

But to embrace self-love."

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    ✧˖°.    𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦 𝐓𝐰𝐨 ˙✧˖° :camera: ༘ ⋆｡˚

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  𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 :black_nib:

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"You're the kiss of an angel, the taste of liquor,

A sacrament of honeyed decay.

In your eyes lies the burden of countless sorrows,

The look of someone who has seen too much.

Here lies the deal, shaped by nuanced artistry,

Nothing comes for free, but I can pay with my heart.

I'll spill my questions like coins at your feet,

And you'll provide me with answers, whether bitter or sweet.

I knelt at the altar where you reside,

Kissing the ground of your sanctuary, where heaven fell.

Your fingers traced my skin, an enchanted curse

Where you shattered me with your touch.

I'll worship your love like a devoted dog, bound to your reign.

I'll give you my life, a breathless trade,

If you grant me your love, an unpaid debt."

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    ༊࿐ ͎.   𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠   ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆✮⋆˙

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"I ain't gonna do all that aesthetic blog deg. This is the end of the blog."