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 Jul 10 Dency
Charmour
If tears were red,
they'd have seen —
my white pillow stained by morning,
red marks blooming on the bedsheet,
on my face,
on my shirt.
My eyes, still puffy,
still red
from the bleeding of the night before —
not from wounds,
but from weeping.
Eyes not meant to bleed,
yet they did.

And still,
no one noticed
the colourless blood I’ve spilled.
i wish my eyes never bled.......
 Jul 10 Dency
Jeremy Betts
I've heard it said
That everyone
Has at least one someone
But imagine being
The one someone
That has no one...

©2025
 Jul 8 Dency
CantSeeMe
look at me when I'm down
and I won't drown
won't forget the past
or what has last
I won't bet with the brains in my head
but I will with eyes of breath
those ones I have
cause I know your face
more than my ways
If I was hard to find, I hope you still tried
yesternight’s pale dream
of a lamented maiden
skin frigid to the touch

her putrefied necrosis
veiled by serene opaque
so white it blinds my eyes

her face of porcelain awakens
and stares deep into me
she sees my joyful anguish

and so begins a song angelic
her lips against my ear

we both fall into lament
and elatedly decay
 Jul 8 Dency
mysterie
texts never sent, is nysterie's second ever project. consisting of five texts, going to either a crush, a friend, a parent, enemy or even her future self.. somehow.

these unsent texts reveal her true feelings on the situation and what she should've said in the moment, but never did.

https://textsneversent.straw.page << the project page

the texts:
- i just needed you to know
- drifting
- im still me
- not worth my voice
- one for the books
your sign to read texts never sent!
(and leave me a little comment on the page 🤍)
date wrote: 9/7
 Jul 8 Dency
Amethyste
I think:
«Orchid
Is creamy and dreamy.
Rather than white.»
 Jul 8 Dency
Tom D
To be so blessed
as to sleep so sound
To sleep so sound
as to greet each day
with all it deserves
and let come what may
No amount of rain,
A flowing river,
Or even the ocean --
can quench our thirst.
If we can't shed the armor--
We live encased in-- First.
 Jul 8 Dency
MoonWolf
She Is Summer
by Morning Star

Lace like innocence,
but she’s no fool.
A smile that tempts,
a glance that rules.

Sunlight kisses
her honey-gold skin,
But it’s the fire beneath
that draws you in.

She walks like July —
bare legs, bold heart,
Soft on the outside,
a storm at the start.

She laughs in the breeze,
wild, uncontained,
Too free for a frame,
too real to be tamed.

She doesn’t chase seasons,
she becomes the heat.
Every glance is a rhythm,
every step — a heartbeat.

Elegant, cheeky,
sweet with a twist,
The kind of girl
you’re scared to have missed.

So here she stands —
sun-drenched and true,
Dressed like the view,
but far more than the hue.
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