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Okay, I'll ask. What's with demons and ducks?
Like seriously. First, it was Crowly from Good Omens:
"Ducks have ears. Do ducks have ears? Must do. That's how they hear other ducks."
"DUCKS!" [What about ducks?] "They're what water slided off of."
"Don't give them bread, you idiot!" (Conversation) "Frozen peas." [...What?] "That's what you feed ducks, frozen peas. They love them, and its good for them too."
And then we have Lucifer in Hazbin Hotel:
They're all around his room as well, and his introduction was literally him finishing making a duck!
Not even to mention that I have an obsession with ducks as well. I am not shitting you. I have: duck pillow case, duck comforter, duck drawings, duck pens, duck notebook, duck keychain, 3D puzzle duck, giant rubber duck, two duck ordiments, duck slippers, and not to mention the 111 rubber ducks I have and the 6 plush ducks I have. (I might be missing something).
And this was BEFORE I found out about these two! I think I've been obsessed for about a little more than a year and a half by now.
I've been collecting since before I was double digits lol, so quite a few of these were gifts, but most of the collection is souvenirs from traveling. I try to get one for every new place I go to. @godza I actually also have a problem with some of the bigger ones detaching at the base, my gigantic christmas one, the ballerina, and the Las Vagas one, always sad when they start deteriorating. My favorite is peter pan, it's one of mine that plays music and the decals on the side are so nice, tho a lot are broken now (moved 4 times since I got it as a kid lol) or the owl, it's what I got when I visited Athens, Greece years ago.
@sctir my snowglobe collection! bad picture since theyre on a super high shelf. from left to right we have a super big gay one that plays some music box song i dont know, a tiny light up mermaid one, a free hp one i got at tbe bookstore ten years ago, an autumn tinkerbell one (my fave), a germany one, a london one, a pencil holder thats more like one of those goo things rhan a snow globe, a manatee one, a dolphin one, a turtle one, a shell one, and finally a chicago one.
i used to have a flamingo one from florida but i broke it when dancing to loona girl front too hard. i have a problem with some of my more elaborate ones where the figure inside starts to detach from the base. sad! but theyre all so pretty and i like them. most of the sea ones are from my favorite beach, i try to get a new snowglobe everytime i go
Sometimes you just see so much cringe ya can't help but to act up and buy Beast Boy and Raven toys to place side by side on your self.
My collection 008:
My rock collection!
Most of these are rocks me and my sibling painted a loong time ago. I'll give you a quick tour!
Here's the biggest one - the unicorn rock! I think it used to have a googly eye before but it fell so I painted it on instead.
This one is the second biggest I think - astronaut rock! The space is painted all over it because I wanted to draw an alien on the other side of the rock but kinda neved did. Maybe one day, for now here we have just an astronaut.
This is a pretty odd one - googly eyed pet rock! I think my sibling made it with their friend. There are supposted to be two more that are similar but I couldn't find them at the time. If I do find them, I'll give you an update on them.
This is a believe rock! I got it as a souvenir from a trip abroad.
This next one is one I really like - Fireboy and Watergirl rock! It's two - sided, with Fireboy on one and Watergirl on the other side!
And last but not least, another two sided rock! Not shure what to call it so I guess it will be called the blue rock for now. It has a crow with a scarf on one side and a stone golem on the other side. I think it's pretty cute!
Sooo yea, that's it for today!
Idk if anyone cares, but I collect PEZ and LOOOOK
TINY PEZ SHELF!!!!!
Also size comparisons:
Shelf next to my PEZ girl pop figure :]
PEZ next to Steve (big dog PEZ)
Just wanted to share these amazing stickers I got from NKS (NO KIDS Stickers). They're simply gorgeous. The Little Prince set was the first one I got.
Хотела показать вам эти замечательные стикеры, которые я приобрела от NKS (NO KIDS Stickers). Они просто потрясающие. Сет с Маленьким Принцем является первым в коллекции.
Just felt the need to share my collection of pins. I really love them.
Просто хотелось поделиться своей коллекцией значков. Как же они мне нравятся.
What the signs collect
Aries - Old cuckoo clocks
Taurus - Autographs of every Disneyland character
Gemini - Rubber duckies
Cancer - Seashells and Starfish
Leo - Trophies
Virgo - All the dogs in the world
Libra - 90s anime figurines
Scorpio - Vinyl records
Sagittarius - Pokemon cards
Capricorn - Smencils
Aquarius - Vintage movie posters
Pisces - Gemstones
So ends the collection, To Save A Wretch Like Me. I hope you enjoyed, whether you read the entire collection, or only caught a few poems along the way. If you haven't had a chance to read the whole thing but enjoyed what you saw, I'd encourage you to go back to the beginning and read the collection, since I think it works well as a combined product. Whatever your feelings on my work, though, I'd love to hear from you, praise, critique, comments, or questions. Or jokes. Whatever, really.
Thank you for reading!
Beauty from the Beast
Sadness was my gut reaction
when I saw her picture in your wallet.
She: more beautiful than me,
eyes brighter than mine,
her smile sweet, pure honey.
But behind my sadness came joy.
Joy that you have someone so beautiful,
someone to love and to love you
as once upon a time I did. What we became was
ugly, but it taught us life. We were not a waste.
But as our beautiful flowers bloomed,
we came to see we could not share the sun.
Our petals grew shriveled and brown,
choked by the harsh sting of broken promises,
of life and truth, and what is not meant to be.
He is now my light, and she is now your fire,
and as we grow apart we will grow closer to them,
and they will and lift us up toward the sun, and
we will be alive. Apart, we will grow to be
the beauty that we now know we can be.
Closure
Upon this wall I sit and watch the tide
roll in and out, affection for the sand
as indecisive as your touch. Your hand
grazes mine. Is it true we really tried?
Perhaps I missed it when you tried to hide.
Your touch lingers, and I feel it demand
a part of me that no longer can stand.
Was this love just far too long denied?
But there was something here, and it still is
alive somewhere inside our broken hearts.
This poem is far too sentimental,
And yet I feel somewhere, somehow that this
needs to be said, before we fall apart
and crash into the waves that we feel call.
Liar
You forced a laugh and told me
You were heartless
As your head fell into your hands,
Hiding a pained smile.
I’m glad you’re a liar.
Spring
Cut through the pallid skin of the fresh corpse of winter. Bleed beginnings.
The close of winter is a silent night, still darkness giving in to a vibrant day.
Dying frost. Awakening Blooms. Welcome to a new world.
Sweet, the scent of birdsong and blue.
In the movies, this is where the newborn enters the scene.
The dawn light breaks on pale pink, the bright call
of miles to go before I sleep.
I swear it’s too hot for this time of year.
Venus, why bring love in Spring if it dies in winter?
Dying minus the end equals resurrection.
Passerby
You know, I really love it when you pretend
that I don’t exist.
You climbed out of your car,
alone in the grocery store parking lot.
We made eye contact,
I almost dropped my bag of eggs.
You locked the car and zipped up your jacket
and jogged to the door, out of the cold
as if I never even existed.
Not even a smile?
The least you could do is acknowledge me.
My stomach clenches as
I shove food into my trunk.
My appetite is gone.
Warm Body
Time can never erase the taste, the touch,
the heat of smooth, soft skin. My fingertips
ached to pull him closer. Hands felt my hips,
urging me onward, still forward. So much
depends upon simple contact, and such
sweet, plum caresses from succulent lips.
But this is not quite right. Fantasy rips
and he is not my warmth, the one I clutch.
Not lover, friend, my partner strong and bold,
who brings me to my sweetest, perfect form.
He is a stranger, a poor substitution,
an improper plaster cast, hard and cold.
He could never mold to your humor or charm.
You are gone, he is just an illusion.
Winter
A special snowflake disappears on warm skin
just like all the others.
Frost laden bark skeletons scar the sky,
casting shadows in the sub-zero sun
shining on the deathly pallor coating the ground.
The branches look so alone
without leaves to bridge the gaps.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
There is no desire left to melt this frozen world.
To Save a Wretch Like Me
Palms sweat thick as blood. I fold them so as not
to stain my skirt, too clean, too white. The wine of redemption
burns my throat, bitter next to the sweet sin so heavy on my
unholy mind. The call to confess crushes the
soul. There are no secrets left. I can’t look up, can’t
burn my eyes with the sight of his neck, red with the embarrassment
of awareness beneath a shock of blond. He sits two rows ahead,
his head bowed in humility, and I sink to the depths of the
earth, opening to swallow me beneath the altar before me,
drowning me in the tears of the women at the cross.
Confess?
Track 5
Hard rock as the door lock slides
slowly into place, drowning out the
memory of your face before you
stepped over the threshold. The
timing was wrong but I had hoped we
would fight to save what wasn’t yet
broken. Now headless dolls stumbling
aimlessly across the toy box are what
we have become. Too far even to run
back into ear shot. Turn the music up.
Dusty Morning
At least I told the truth, and yet
the truth of the matter is that none of it matters.
Reasons why, what made it die, the goodbyes-
I cry but none of the questions wash away.
It just makes mud, mudding up my mind,
making me wonder more and more: why?
I wish I had that answer.
I wish you had that answer.
I wish, as you sat there in your leather jacket
with no shirt, and me underdressed
in faded pajamas and old jeans,
I wish you could have said- or maybe I don’t.
To accept that it happened is
a challenge alone. To know why is more than
I could stand. Who, what, when, and where:
these will have to do. I’ll never accept a reason
why you can’t forgive me the way I forgave you.
Track 4
You step over the threshold to the
sounds of Beethoven and Mozart. Beautifully
complicated, an enigma I plan to spend
my life solving. Figuring you out is a
full time job, but all I’m paid is promises
and disappointments, affection and fear.
The definition of forever grows smaller
and smaller, a wrung out sponge. Will
we be the ones to soak it full again?
Arpeggios leave out what’s in between.
Repentance (Part Three of To Save A Wretch Like Me)
The third and final part of the collection, To Save A Wretch Like Me, contains the resolution for the lovers as they reach their rock bottom and are left to pick themselves up and find their way back to themselves on their own.
One Speck Spoils the Glass
Awake in a photo. Black and white, head hurts too much for color. Loose black slacks drape over a barely there dress on the floor. Milk on the nightstand in front of a background of wood. My hands rest on my stomach. Is milk on my skin? Man’s milk, perhaps. I want milk. What did I do last night? Rolling over, see what I did. He has a stressed smile, spindly at the ends, emblazoned with a promise. Don’t think I want what he’s offering. A sour taste coats my mouth. Turn over, drink the milk. If only the creamy froth could make my insides in its image. The word “milk” crowns everything. I too would like to be pure white.
Crime of Passion
I saw you, anonymous among the masses, a
passerby spending some time. Come closer,
lead me into artificial intimacy. Body on body,
eat me, crave me. A strange, succulent sweet.
Are we still strangers? I feel I know you so well.
Do you even know my name? Does it matter?
Give me more and who we are won’t matter.
Under these pulsing lights we could be anyone.
I am yours, sweet stranger, just for this song.
Let the beat hide our fears, inhibitions, and
those who are holding us back. The air is hot,
you stick to me. Sweaty sheets and mussed up makeup.
Autumn
This time of year the rain turns cold.
Amber leaves rustle, threatening to fall.
Before long everything smells of golden brown.
The leaves are most striking right before they die.
They dance in the wind, wild horses with no reins,
As vibrant as a painting from the hands of Van Gogh.
The plunge starts when the will to live minus gravity equals zero.
At last the drop. A gust of wind. Finally, ground.
Once again at rest. Beauty: their last request.
Give it back, the lost color, the lost time.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.
God, will the cycle ever end?
Cold Shoulder
Sugared words drip from
sultry lips, making his threshold
glow with the red heat of
inner fire as he opens the door
to the jasmine scent in the evening chill.
She is the one from before.
May I come in?
He thinks it’s better she didn’t.
Jezebel in a cashmere sweater
pouts. I thought you left her.
The fire winks out.
Sex and Exes
Bitch, you wanna see me sweat?
You shoulda seen me on top of him.
When you heard the news did you
think you’d won? I hate to break
it to you, but hon, even without my
touch he still thinks I’m good in bed.
And that’s when he’s thinking with
both heads. At least he was the
only one I shed my clothes for. I’m
sorry, I’m sure you needed the ego
boost when you realized he was too
good for you. Sweetheart,
green is not your color.
Track 3
Low beats pound deep beneath our
skin so close under wrinkled sheets.
Sweat as heat penetrates our bodies,
pressed against each other, gripping,
unrelenting. Keep the rhythm of what
you’re giving to me. Please. Release the
hate you make me feel. Least of all
I love you. Most of all I love you.
Shades of gray but I’m seeing red.
Your touch is more forgiving than any priest.
Addiction
Kiss me until it’s cliché and
I’ll tell you I hate you. Drugs
will kill me. Too bad I’m addicted.
You are the lemon in my tea.
Squeeze into my wounds.
The sting makes me love you more.
Our warmth chills me to the bone.
A yarn sweater unraveling
as you pull mine off in the
backseat of your car,
idling in my empty driveway
when I get home.
This end is a beginning
for better and for worse.
Lover, I cannot stand you.
I will run from this bi-polar
love affair. Run into your arms.
Give me a kiss. Push me away.
Even the unending waves must
come and go with the tide,
pulsing steam on frozen windows.