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April 10 2015

thatsridicarus

little-black-bear:

Did I ever mention I fucking love visual poetry? Because I fucking love visual poetry.

minstreloffire:

THIS IS SO COOL

pantslesswrock:

wow is this ever relevant

chachipistachis:

Took me a second.

moaka:

I love this so much.

katurzyna:

OMFG I FINALLY GET IT

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November 12 2014

thatsridicarus
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Needed a new header so I challenged myself to make something really really abrupt and out of the blue. Came out with this potential string of song lyrics.
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October 12 2014

thatsridicarus

Envy Is Like…



Envy is like a worm that keeps gnawing on your apple of a heart whenever you see someone else’s apple heart growing bigger.
It’s that fire alarm that keeps blaring. It’s the fire that burns your tongue when you see someone else lick an ice-cream.
It’s the chilling hailstorm in your lungs upon seeing others on a beach vacation. It’s the forest fire on your spine upon seeing others enjoying Winter Wonderland.

Envy is all the edits you’ve implied for your photo on Photoshop after a few references.
It’s a deathwish upon everyone better and luckier than you.
It’s the urge to throw a party for yourself during someone else’s celebration. It does not differentiate best friends from enemies.

It’s the flipside of Schadenfreude, it’s Gluckschmerz, It’s Neid.
It’s that persistent green unseen that keeps you awake at night.
Insisting that you focus on a negative thought while you try to distract yourself and think happy thoughts.

It’s the attention you suddenly need when someone gets attention, which is weird because you normally don’t need the attention.
It’s the venom spitting from your throat when you congratulate someone upon their achievements.
It’s that poison you keep drinking when you know it’s dangerous for you but you can’t stop because you’re addicted.

It’s too late, you’re addicted to it like it’s a drug. Like it’s life support when you obviously know it’s not. It’s more of a lethal injection disguised as life support. It’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

It runs through your arteries, it’s filling your bathtub, it’s slowly drowning you in your own house. It’s the feeling of VANISHING FROM EXISTENCE BY THE MINUTE when you DO, IN FACT, EXIST AND CONTINUE TO BE RECOGNIZED BY OTHERS FOR YOUR TALENTS AND KINDNESS WHETHER YOU’RE AWARE OR NOT.

It’s the river current you’ve fallen into
But instead of trying to cling onto a branch
You purposely drowned
And let it take your own life.

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September 12 2014

benesmauglocked:

rj4gui4r:

iventuredfromminecraftia:

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Genius

As an English teacher, this made me weep tears of awestruck joy.

I sang that in Jacksfilms' haiku melody
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September 11 2014

thatsridicarus
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mc-squidward:

doragray:

jennlferlawrence:

frostingpeetaswounds:

i laughed so hard at the “i don’t know” and “something is wrong”

the twilight one is like abstract poetry

If you read it all together it’s like the most awkward, tense conversation ever.

"My name is Katniss Everdeen," I sighed. Nothing happened.

"I don’t know," he sighed.

Harry looked around, I shake my head and shrugged.

Harry stared. “I am seventeen years old.”

I frowned and he waited.

"My home is District 12."

Harry chuckled and said nothing. Now I wish I had.

I laughed. We looked at each other. I swallowed hard. He shrugged. Harry blinked and hesitates. I flinched.

He looked around. “I’m not really surprised.”

I took a deep breath, something he didn’t have last time. “Something is wrong.”

He didn’t answer. He stood up.

OMG

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August 28 2014

thatsridicarus

otomuragakuya:

a sentence 
will always look
like poetry

if you 
hit enter
a lot

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August 13 2014

thatsridicarus

inkandgrease:

T. Miller - “The Other Black Man” (Rustbelt 2014)

"T. Miller has a lot of experience with the struggle of being black, gay, a woman, and dominant in Detroit. She’s lost many friends whose only crime was existing outside the comfort zone of people who don’t bother to learn that other people exist in the world who are different from them. And the stories of people just like her often get buried by our complacent media." (Quoted from Upworthy).

Real poetry about real issues.

July 22 2013

thatsridicarus
Play fullscreen
What is the Shortest Poem? - Vsauce
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May 07 2013

thatsridicarus
(Source: incked, via olivialaura)
Tags: gif poem poetry
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October 05 2011

The grass patch stayed purple.

I had a weasel
She’s in my locker
Came with me to school everyday
Her fur glowed purple
Unusual color
The rest of her family’s grey

She came to the park
And kicked a ball hard
Scoring one for the school soccer team
Then she hits the showers
To smell good like flowers
Then greets the lunch lady at the canteen

Furry purple weasel
Among all these people
She made our school quite well-known
We became eager
To show up earlier
Just to hear her light chirpy tones

Strangely she never
Had mates or whatever
She prefered the companion of people
After I graduated
She finally dated
And had kids but none were purple

I watched her and sighed
She missed school life
And my old high school friends missed her too
They paid us a visit
And brought her some tidbits
Which she gobbled up quickly anyhoot

As days pass by
She shriveled and died
We buried her at school grounds near the lockers
Everyone stood very still
As the grass around her burial
Changed hues into the same purple as her fur.

We had jobs now
Her kids had parted now
It’s been years now
But the grass patch stayed just as purple.

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August 23 2011

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