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TundraStanza


The Poetic Frost makes mistakes so that you don't have to. "Dance, Sode no Shirayuki!"

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  • 53 weeks
    Breath and Pulse

    I am still alive
    For whatever that is worth
    Take care of yourselves.

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  • 99 weeks
    Take it Slowly

    *The following is not supported by medical or psychiatric advice. Reader discretion is advised.

    ~The planet is glowing in fire
    New viruses appear
    Government leaders giving into desire
    Doomsayers keep saying the end is near
    Oh...
    Santa's running out of ice to call a home
    History's repeating torture and scorn
    As if islands, people start to feel alone

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  • 109 weeks
    Home: A New Place

    Moved into a new place recently. Still trying to figure out where everything is and what I need to do. If I had any frequency posting on this site, I imagine my work would reduce the energy I could put into writing even more.

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  • 119 weeks
    Grieving is Weird

    When a person I have a connection with dies, my neurons in charge of logic run on overdrive. This leaves my neurons in charge of emotional response silent or shut away.

    Scoffer: "If you really cared about them, you'd be crying right now!"

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  • 138 weeks
    Once in a Blue Haiku

    I don't post often
    I get lost doing some things
    Life is a strange beast

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Jun
13th
2017

I'm not a big fan of teasing but... · 11:59pm Jun 13th, 2017

The following is extracted from something I have in a rough draft at the moment. Nothing's set in stone, but I am considering dusting off the ashes.

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As I exited that spiraling path of so many bright colors, I stood shaking on two legs on a solid floor. My wings flapped wildly before I managed to find my other two legs and set them down in front of me. I never thought I'd be so relieved to see the black bulb of a muzzle just under my eyesight. I held a hoof against my helmet as I folded my wings and trotted away from the mirror.

I quickly scanned the bookshelves for absolutely anything else to think about. Literally anything else would do. It just couldn't be about the purple lipstick. Also, it couldn't be about skirts on top of jeans. Finally, it really couldn't be about... a certain couple of parts that were way higher than they should ever be on me.

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"Do you want to talk about what happened over there?" asked Faith Shield.

I swallowed and shook my head. "Not really."

"Hmm..." His faint reflection in the window trotted up next to my image. "What was so bad about it?"

"Just... my knees... way too high..." I shivered.

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Hmm... I wonder what this'll be about.

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