zoe

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he/him 🇧🇷/🇪🇸 pfp: Phos from HNK :[

cover for xbox 360 game titled Culdcept Saga; it depicts a boy hold a card, a large dragon and the game title
A poem titled "Disenchantment" that reads as follows: Gave up on myself before anybody could. Built myself a prison cell, as nobody should. Stale air permeates this hole, stuck behind bars of unmovable core. Penance for a sin; my sin. To dare and live. Gave up discipline for easy hoping, lazily hopping for a way out. Atonement of guilt; our guilt. To dare and die. Embracing a rot, for an escape; your sake, my disgrace. Loathing a thin sturdy bed and, bloating on otherwordly chemicals and, grieving pristine white teeth and, groveling to weakness— Jealous of the work and the talent, staring at a mirror in lament; yet tears won't come. As if I didn't kill that man. What sad words, with nothing to say; just a life-long emotional prayer, and when I think that. I'm gone— by Zoe C.M.
A poem titled "Wings in solitude" that reads as follows: My eyes gaze windows of horizon, fixated in a lonely diver in a white sea. A lonesome flight, enshrouded in desolate white hues. Enduring frigid gales, caressing all it meets; facing scorching heat, relentlessly melting all it sees; drenched by damp rain, capable of changing the very foundation of earth and stone. yet there it remains alone in its world, wings spread unto the wind "fly, forlorn bird, fly" fly onto the clouds, unto freedom I too, wish to spread my arms unto the wind.
A poem title "United in grief" which reads as follows: Our hands latched together, warmth fleeting between bodies. Yet, cold eyes stare onward. Opposing retinas display what's covered underneath, grief. Our many hands united by pain, unrelenting. A mother, a father, a sibling, a self. A lover, loss and lost to time. Before we touched my hand trembled, uncertain in the air until yours trembled into sight. So it is grief that brought us all here, strangers I'll never meet, again and forevermore, so maybe these tears... Yeah. It's okay, we should all see, being alive. Today, I am not me, and you're not you. We're united in grief. And I hope we find, some peace of mind, in all your lifetime. For mine, is about to unite, strangers in a tide.
Image with a poem by poster, titled In Sanity, reads as follows: I no longer see what is right I no longer see what is wrong My sun no longer shines My moon no longer shimmers Yet in spite of it all, I see In spite of it all, I think Oh how loathesome Oh how disgraceful To see reason in darkness To see madness in clouds Curse me no longer love Erase me furthermore dear Forever in memories Ever in tongues See not my will done, and stab me instead
An image with a poem titled Sane Madness that reads as follows: Who am I, if not, no one? a collection of sensorial experiences and you, who are you? so far away, so distant so close to my mind you lie at a ball, masked, we will dance under sonorous rhythms a veiled heat between bodies rhythmic waving, reducing me and exalting you our attraction-magnetic by nature-effervesces so intimate, so close so strange so faraway... acorporeal mirrors reflect aggressive images that are not the us, always seen never not once understood bodily mirrors reflect deceptions because what is seen is interpreted, the smells are reacted and the tastes are swallowed our reflection is one, my mind many How can I then be someone, something I'm just a self
screenshot of a notepad app with a poem titled insomnia, which reads as follows: I'm tired I wish to once again be embraced engulfed in the nostalgic feeling of resting memories of sleeping, dreaming, breathing encompassed by rain drops, an ambiance set sinking in the warmth of my bed the cool of my pillow drowning my head I really want to rest
screenshot of a notepad app with an untitled poem that reads as follows: I think, therefore, I am I have a mouth, but what use is there if when I scream, no one hears? I have a heart, therefore, I feel I have love, but what use is it if when I felt, no one was there? I have eyes, therefore, I see I have dreams, but what use are they if when I try, they're curtained afar? I have ears, therefore, I hear I have sound, but what use to it if when I bloom, no humms are there to perceive? I breathe, therefore, I live I have life, but what purpose is there if in my time, alone, we're meant to die
picture of a black backpack with a pin of Yoshida from the manga chainsaw man