Hunter Blakely

Joined May 2021

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Born a peasant, grown a prince.

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Deliver Us
I've been trying so hard for so long that I don't know what it's like to be still. Some days I want to end myself so I won't have to feel.
By Hunter Blakely5 years ago in Poets
Lady Bee
It hurts, and it stings. The bite of a bee. Watching the stinger wiggling, pumping poisons into me. Not its fault, but mine - for stepping on the unseen.
By Hunter Blakely5 years ago in Poets
Smile
A Smile. It seems simple enough. Oh, but there is much in a smile. A smile for your friends brings happiness. And a smile for your enemies brings hate.
By Hunter Blakely5 years ago in Poets
Bad News
Distasteful disasters arriving by letter in bed Left the fox in a right sour mood. Today was to be a day of laxing and lounging
By Hunter Blakely5 years ago in Poets
Depressed
How can I be sad and lonely when I'm always with my friends? I've known this feeling for a while, and I'm waiting for it to end.
By Hunter Blakely5 years ago in Poets
Scribbled
Binaural beats, bombarding consciousness entrancingly. Programming my mind, my world, and software simultaneously. Scribbling words to anchor my memories.
By Hunter Blakely5 years ago in Poets
A Moment
Lying on the floor atop a heated crystalline grid, breathing deeply, listening to the body's aches and pains. Sleep has eluded me yet again.
By Hunter Blakely5 years ago in Poets
Focus
Rabbit trails into rabbit trails. Twists and turns from one corridor to the next. Every moment confronted with more options. Where were you going? Did you forget?
By Hunter Blakely5 years ago in Poets
Her Fire
Embers burst from her aura like explosions of sap in a raging fire. From a distance she's seen to be a living ruby; molten and flowing, like the gems at the heart of this world.
By Hunter Blakely5 years ago in Poets
I'm on
It's the strangest feeling. Like someone's watching. Someone I can't see. Eyes just staring. It's the strangest feeling.
By Hunter Blakely5 years ago in Poets
Inappropriatalities
I speak when better left silent. I abstain when action is required. Perfecting inappropriatalities. Apt to see the spell-checker agrees with me. Fashioned words from words not found in a dictionary. I fail, I fail, I fail thrice goodly. Give me long enough, and I’ll break breaking broken things.
By Hunter Blakely5 years ago in Poets
Struggle
Thank you for allowing me to struggle. To grow. I am, and will be better for it. In those moments of difficulty, some agonizing, I would have done anything to stave the pain.
By Hunter Blakely5 years ago in Poets