Yggdrasil
(#91906491)
.' " i live like a poet and i'll die like a poet " '.
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Energy: 50/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.5 m
Wingspan
6.26 m
Weight
477.62 kg
Genetics
Ice
Basic
Basic
Spruce
Constellation
Constellation
Ginger
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
ROTTING ROSES: thorns in my throat and petals falling from my lips. i've got so many thoughts i don't know what to do with i try to cough the whole thing up, but those thorns they stay stuck. ... so i leave my garden of thoughts, alone and unattended, they can rot. » poem by choodle SWEATER WEATHER DAYS: nothing lasts forever and i'd like to think that soon my head will have better weather. though having this thought never puts me at ease. ... so even though the sun is out i'll bring an umbrella to calm my doubts. and when it starts to rain i'll hide away; i'll hide it my sweater till i feel better. ... because it's a sweater weather day. » poem by choodle NOTIFICATIONS FOR NOTHING: twisted sentences. deleted messages. ... can i be honest? ... some days i can't be sure it's real and i wish some of the things i've said had stayed as thoughts in my head. ... i don't trust any of it. here i go again, second guessing my second guesses. so i'm deleting these messages, these tongue twisted sentences, that should never have been sent. » poem by choodle BROKEN BIRD: some days these mangled wings do not feel deserving of the sky, even if they could fly. » poem by choodle HOME: nowhere is where that one belongs and so, nowhere is where they seek to find. others say no such place exists, but perhaps others are blind. » poem by choodle REGRET: we run from the flowers that we set on fire. we let those pretty things burn. ... flee from the heat of that you lit but that pretty flower will stay; though burned away. ashes of what may have been still linger on the wind. » poem by choodle MONSTERS AND FOOLS: was it you or was it me? your lies so obvious, only i could not see. ... if the truth was placed at my feet would i have believed? ... you held onto me with your teeth. i never had time to think. i never had time to breath. ... was it me or was it you? the monster or the fool. » poem by choodle CLEVER LITTLE KIDS: i remember when you came to school one day in third grade, grinning from ear to ear ... the night before you had chopped off an outward sign of the person you knew you weren't (what a clever little kid) ... and i remember when you stepped into the playground, i couldn't help but notice some of the others stared — they had never seen a shooting star up close before ... i only wish that one day i'll finally spread my wings as unapologetically as you » poem by jopjop (an old friend) TODAY: never mourn an old self. that clump of stardust is long dissolved and a new one has begun assembly. the gardener does not refuse water to the newborn sprouts simply because last season's herbs were lush and delectable » poem by jopjop (an old friend) |
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