Topic: A poem about a sad man alone at the end of the universe
+Anonymous A — 1.3 year ago #65,216
at the end of the universe,
in a pub called Tinychan,
where the walls drip with grime
and the floorboards creak
like old bones complaining,
an old prince sits,
broken-hearted, broken-everything,
staring at two princesses.
one, a beauty, an untouchable glow,
a prostitute with eyes like midnight,
skin also again dark kind of like early evening,
selling dreams for dollars,
her laughter a hollow echo
in this universe’s last gasp.
the other, a shadow,
depressed, sinking deeper,
her eyes a well of sorrow,
lost in her own dark alleys,
a princess of despair,
clutching a drink like a lifeline.
neither vaccinated,
fear whispering in the corners,
Covid lurking like a ghost,
a final twist in a cosmic joke,
and he, the prince,
a relic from a time
when love meant something,
when dreams didn’t fade
into the black hole of reality.
he raises his glass,
a toast to the end,
to the grime, the disease,
the fleeting beauty of it all,
and he laughs,
a bitter sound,
echoing through the filth.
“to you, my princesses,
one lost, one found,
in this shithole at the edge
of everything,
where even the stars
have given up.”
the universe sighs,
a dying breath,
and he sits, waiting,
for the final snuff,
watching beauty and despair
dance their last dance,
in a place called Tinychan,
where dreams go to die,
and nobody is vaccinated,
Against covid 19
in a pub called Tinychan,
where the walls drip with grime
and the floorboards creak
like old bones complaining,
an old prince sits,
broken-hearted, broken-everything,
staring at two princesses.
one, a beauty, an untouchable glow,
a prostitute with eyes like midnight,
skin also again dark kind of like early evening,
selling dreams for dollars,
her laughter a hollow echo
in this universe’s last gasp.
the other, a shadow,
depressed, sinking deeper,
her eyes a well of sorrow,
lost in her own dark alleys,
a princess of despair,
clutching a drink like a lifeline.
neither vaccinated,
fear whispering in the corners,
Covid lurking like a ghost,
a final twist in a cosmic joke,
and he, the prince,
a relic from a time
when love meant something,
when dreams didn’t fade
into the black hole of reality.
he raises his glass,
a toast to the end,
to the grime, the disease,
the fleeting beauty of it all,
and he laughs,
a bitter sound,
echoing through the filth.
“to you, my princesses,
one lost, one found,
in this shithole at the edge
of everything,
where even the stars
have given up.”
the universe sighs,
a dying breath,
and he sits, waiting,
for the final snuff,
watching beauty and despair
dance their last dance,
in a place called Tinychan,
where dreams go to die,
and nobody is vaccinated,
Against covid 19
(Edited 5 minutes later.)
+Anonymous B — 1.3 year ago, 3 minutes later[T] [B] #654,715
> Topic: A poem about a sad man alone at the end of the universe
> at the end of the universe,
> in a pub called Tinychan,
> where the walls drip with grime
> and the floorboards creak
> like old bones complaining,
> an old prince sits,
> broken-hearted, broken-everything,
> staring at two princesses.
>
> one, a beauty, an untouchable glow,
> a prostitute with eyes like midnight,
> skin pale as moonlight,
> selling dreams for dollars,
> her laughter a hollow echo
> in this universe’s last gasp.
>
> the other, a shadow,
> depressed, sinking deeper,
> her eyes a well of sorrow,
> lost in her own dark alleys,
> a princess of despair,
> clutching a drink like a lifeline.
>
> neither vaccinated,
> fear whispering in the corners,
> Covid lurking like a ghost,
> a final twist in a cosmic joke,
> and he, the prince,
> a relic from a time
> when love meant something,
> when dreams didn’t fade
> into the black hole of reality.
>
> he raises his glass,
> a toast to the end,
> to the grime, the disease,
> the fleeting beauty of it all,
> and he laughs,
> a bitter sound,
> echoing through the filth.
>
> “to you, my princesses,
> one lost, one found,
> in this shithole at the edge
> of everything,
> where even the stars
> have given up.”
>
> the universe sighs,
> a dying breath,
> and he sits, waiting,
> for the final snuff,
> watching beauty and despair
> dance their last dance,
> in a place called Tinychan,
> where dreams go to die,
> and nobody is vaccinated,
> Against covid 19
lol, lmao even (now you can't edit, sucka)
> at the end of the universe,
> in a pub called Tinychan,
> where the walls drip with grime
> and the floorboards creak
> like old bones complaining,
> an old prince sits,
> broken-hearted, broken-everything,
> staring at two princesses.
>
> one, a beauty, an untouchable glow,
> a prostitute with eyes like midnight,
> skin pale as moonlight,
> selling dreams for dollars,
> her laughter a hollow echo
> in this universe’s last gasp.
>
> the other, a shadow,
> depressed, sinking deeper,
> her eyes a well of sorrow,
> lost in her own dark alleys,
> a princess of despair,
> clutching a drink like a lifeline.
>
> neither vaccinated,
> fear whispering in the corners,
> Covid lurking like a ghost,
> a final twist in a cosmic joke,
> and he, the prince,
> a relic from a time
> when love meant something,
> when dreams didn’t fade
> into the black hole of reality.
>
> he raises his glass,
> a toast to the end,
> to the grime, the disease,
> the fleeting beauty of it all,
> and he laughs,
> a bitter sound,
> echoing through the filth.
>
> “to you, my princesses,
> one lost, one found,
> in this shithole at the edge
> of everything,
> where even the stars
> have given up.”
>
> the universe sighs,
> a dying breath,
> and he sits, waiting,
> for the final snuff,
> watching beauty and despair
> dance their last dance,
> in a place called Tinychan,
> where dreams go to die,
> and nobody is vaccinated,
> Against covid 19
lol, lmao even (now you can't edit, sucka)
(Edited 1 minute later.)
·Anonymous A (OP) — 1.3 year ago, 2 minutes later, 5 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #654,716
+Anonymous — 1.3 year ago, 4 minutes later, 9 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #654,718
Ducky is a pros? Lol good thing I dumped you then
·Anonymous A (OP) — 1.3 year ago, 4 minutes later, 14 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #654,720
@previous (Anonymous)Oh you think she is a prostitute I have used and fallen in love with? Or some long lost prostitute I’m fascinated with?
No this is not the case at all, she is more than that, but it is an amusing detail. I knew her long before she became a kind of Japanese Geisha character.
Also here is the song of my poem
·Anonymous — 1.3 year ago, 51 seconds later, 15 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #654,721
@previous (A)
> Oh you think she is a prostitute I have used and fallen in love with? Or some long lost prostitute I’m fascinated with?
> No this is not the case at all, she is more than that, but it is an amusing detail. I knew her long before she became a kind of Japanese Geisha character.
>
> Also here is the song of my poem
Dude please leave me alone
> Oh you think she is a prostitute I have used and fallen in love with? Or some long lost prostitute I’m fascinated with?
> No this is not the case at all, she is more than that, but it is an amusing detail. I knew her long before she became a kind of Japanese Geisha character.
>
> Also here is the song of my poem
Dude please leave me alone
·Anonymous — 1.3 year ago, 1 minute later, 17 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #654,722
It's ironic and laughable how my side of the poem is one of a weak sad gloomy woman. Kill. Me. Now.
·Anonymous A (OP) — 1.3 year ago, 1 second later, 17 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #654,723
@654,721 (Anonymous)
Please leave my threads and return to your containment thread, my kingdom lady.
Please leave my threads and return to your containment thread, my kingdom lady.
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