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Violet
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Hi, I'm Violet or Vi (She/They), I'm a non-binary poet/author/playwright/future professor. I have a cute puppy named Maddie, and i love writing and telling stories of all different kinds. I do improv comedy and write sketches too!
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Why does she have wings on her head like that... the design is so good except for the wings 😭
New mega dragonite form with dragonair-like features and giant wings on its head
July 22, 2025 at 1:38 PM
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Been awhile since I shared a poem
A Poem: Cosmology Is this tightness in my chest, this pressure in my skull, these salty tears irritating my cheeks, this planet stuck in my throat leaping to escape, are these the fuel stars burn? I sometimes see an image in my mind, a beautiful starscape silent as the night, the rapid beating of my heart finally slowed, my guilt absolved, my needs met in perpetuity. I can see stars when I close my eyes. I can feel their heat on my skin. I see the stars painted across a canvas, beautiful and sparkling, but in my heart I feel the bitter cold of the vacuum in between; the breathless silence that these images contain. but just like the stars, the more I burn the smaller, frailer, I become; until I burn brightly, or burn up. my mind must be stars for it to create life like it does, to see the soul in every image, to hear the heartbeat in every sound. My mind is the stars and the space in between. My mind is the moon on a glowing nightscape. My mind is the canvas and the stars are my paints. I see the stars, this image in my mind– a beautiful painting. A terrifying reality. A piece of art that must never be life: a new canvas, paints squeezed out by a gun, still smoking– stars splattered across the bathroom wall.
June 18, 2025 at 3:52 PM
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For the first time in a while, I feel really good about the way I look today 😊
Selfie of me, Violet! I'm wearing a little bit of makeup and smiling slightly, and my hair is curly and purple. Mirror picture of me, Violet! I'm wearing a little bit of makeup and smiling slightly, and my hair is curly and purple. I'm looking up (because I was looking myself in the eye in the mirror, rather than at the camera.) Selfie of me, Violet! I'm wearing a little bit of makeup and smiling slightly, and my hair is curly and purple.
April 26, 2025 at 4:33 PM
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Here's mine, tried to get the vibes right
My team based off vibes: Ceruledge Weavile Shiny Primarina Noivern Shiny Roserade Shiny Porygon-2
December 14, 2024 at 2:49 AM
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To anyone who reads this, you need to read Bitter by Akwaeke Emezi. This is one of the most wonderful, powerful books I've ever read. Genuinely so incredible.
The cover of the book Bitter, by Akwaeke Emezi. It depicts the character Bitter, sitting with a paint brush in her left hand, with a painted background behind her.
December 1, 2024 at 7:27 PM
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Poem-A-Day #9!

This poem is titled "Your Soul is a Star"
your soul is a star provides light life sustenance fueled by universal law it exists because it should your soul is a star a burning ball that rages lasts lifetimes warms everyone it touches your soul is a star enjoyed by all without a thought taken for granted your soul is a star some choose to study it learn about it care about the warmth it provides understand how it works and why it burns so bright your soul is a star a ball of gas, hot air a spark away from ignition in defiance of all things a star never fades but bursts and burns brighter until it simply can't burn any longer your soul is a star a single light in an infinite sky but when stars come together they make stories, myths, legends bears and chariots belts and quivers a single star can only shine so bright but bound together, our stars become beautiful constellations the legends, myths, stories of our lives
October 31, 2024 at 10:06 PM
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Poem-A-Day #8! This one is titled "Grime"

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The first part to a poem titled "Grime" 11:00 AM. I stir awake. The tag on my blanket brushes the side of my face. My sleep, restless. My brain, the same. brushing the side of my face I drop myself into my computer chair my sleep, restless I search for productivity I dropped myself into my computer chair my hands placed on the keyboard I searched for productivity but instead found the muck and grime that coats my key of G. my hands fixed to the keyboard I should clean that I search for productivity why can’t I clean that? I should clean that I stare at it, the key of G why can’t I clean that? my key to greatness and glory. the second part of the poem "Grime" I stare at it, my key of G moments pass, lost to eternity my key to greatness and glory and it stares back. Paralyzed. moments pass, lost to eternity restless, I yearn for sleep and it yearns back. Paralyzed. 11:23 AM. I drag myself to sleep, the blanket a tag for the grime on my soul.
October 31, 2024 at 2:48 AM
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Poem-A-Day #7

This poem is titled "Trickle Down Economics"

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A Poem titled "Trickle Down Economics" heat made manifest flickers– charred edges of life carved into capsules of fuel crumble underneath specks of violet flee their cobblestone containment, eager for freedom; unaware that their fuel will deplete long before their escape completes their mutilated neighbors circle the roaring carcass, rather than ignite, their bodies reduced to stools for those who have claimed this world as their own more of their brothers and sisters piled on, fuel for the grueling spectacle the only lives spared are those so sodden they refuse the light the bodies, meant to bring life, love, nourishment–burned out, used to cook treats of nothing, create entertainment for nobody, heat those who hold cold so tightly inside, until it all smolders douses dies
October 30, 2024 at 12:13 AM
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Poem-A-Day #6!

This poem is titled "Moving Forward"

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A Poem titled: "Moving Forward" I’m trapped in nowhere virginia working at jesse’s bar got fired from the bank three months ago everybody heard about it can’t get another job, so I work for pennies as people give looks, like I shot their babes or stole food from st. mary’s graduated seventh in my class out of fifteen students four of which were on heroin and one who really liked birds this town has 300 people, all of ‘em have seen my face and the world’s a really big place for me to feel stuck in this mile wide town, when I could just drive an hour and be somewhere else where nobody knows me or who I am but actually I can’t because the world’s a really big place and I’d be leaving it all behind
October 28, 2024 at 11:34 PM
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Poem-A-Day #5!

This poem is titled "Parasomnia"

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A poem titled "Parasomnia" Bugs freak me out not in a traditional sense I’m content to let the spider sit in the corner cohabitating with my eight-legged homie but sometimes, bugs infest my dreams I dream about a centipede or a hoard of wasps and I wake up, shaken and sweaty like a character in a bad romantic comedy I have this disconnect where I don’t care about bugs but somewhere, I must care at least a little I feel this way about gender I don’t care about pronouns or even names, really except when I do when someone tells me you’re a really nice guy when my sister laughs, should I call you ‘she’? when my mom calls me son gender is a moth I’ve pulled apart little twitching appendages that were once scary and are now useless gender is a moth I’ve pulled apart I’ve killed it, once, twice, seven times and still it appears wrenching me from sleep gender is a moth I’ve pulled apart its wings splayed, an inkblot test that only shows other
October 27, 2024 at 9:06 PM
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Poem-A-Day 4!

This poem is titled "Conventions".
A poem titled "Conventions" This work, a sonnet, so intently it rhymes it goes to and from with merely fourteen lines. a graceful structure in dreary times and the shared sounds are nice, I guess- but it's really hard to create these rhymes: I suppose I'll have to try my best. But what's the point, besides some rest, that the words rhyme, here, in this? it all feels like one big silly test- so if you expect rhyme, here it is: Five Guys Burgers and Fries
October 26, 2024 at 11:45 AM
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Poem-a-Day Day 2!

This is a piece I wrote titled "You Can Lead a Horse to Fire"

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A poem titled "You Can Lead a Horse to Fire" we let our senses be smothered blinders fit snugly to our faces cut off from the horrors that make up our lives we live life in the margins of unread newspaper articles pages stained in the blood of those just outside our narrowed peripheral serenity in the tv static that forms a barrier between us and all that we refuse to see-- for if we did, we would surely spook we wake each morning, put on our blinders with our socks and shoes the smooth, black plastic our only protection from the pillars of flame that we live our lives in between serenity afforded to us by years of covering the burns that cover our souls we have become arsonists of self. We didn't start the fire, but we have surely kept it lit
October 24, 2024 at 7:46 PM
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I want do a poem-a-day thing where I post a poem every day, so I might as well start today!

Here's a poem I wrote titled Melancholy.

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A poem in the shape of a dictionary entry for the word Melancholy. The beginning is the same as the regular definition of Melancholy, however after the first definition the poem begins as descriptive images that fit the word Melancholy. b. raindrops on a smudged window pane rolling down your cheeks c. The steady drip, drip, drip of a pipe that worked too hard for too long d. Your backpack, straps torn, patiently awaiting your embrace e. A bench on a country road, beside a bus route that no longer runs f. Your dad's old coffee mug, missing a cover, missing an owner g. Chairs upside down on the dining room table, just before dinner time h. The brand new book that's lived the last three years on your shelf i. The last apple in the basket, unbruised, all alone j. Finding just one of the hoop earrings you wore on your wedding day k. Folded up boxes in your bedroom closet that have been there for months l. The words of a song you used to love, but no longer remember m. The backside of the photograph you wish you never took
October 23, 2024 at 1:48 PM
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I wanted to share some poetry I've been working on, let me know what y'all think! ^.^

This ones called "I always thought you were made of moonlight"

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A poem against a black background: Title: I always thought you were made of moonlight reflection a transformative whole part of another but still you an ephemeral moment shrouded in mysticism i worried that by the end of the night you'd be gone artifice distracts detracts from your light replaced with sleepless nights and burnt-in TV screens the night air is always cooler when you're around a restorative soul perfection
October 23, 2024 at 8:47 AM