hey gang, (its Eva btw) I haven’t been on this app for a sec so u can imagine my surprise at these posts. gonna clear things up by saying that we wont not be talking for a while but indefinitely this is bc Kath cheated. I wasn’t too pressed abt that but waiting a month to tell me? kinda out of order icl.

like I didn’t want to write this but Kath how are you victimising urself? like it’s genuinely impressive how you’ve done that

your poor poor soul with ur sick to your stomach feelings like bro you did this to urself so don’t expect me to feel sorry for u

Eva and I won’t be talking for a while I made a mistake and hurt her because of it. It was a while ago and didn’t come clean till this weekend, only adding to the injury. I hurt her and will seek to improve myself never to hurt someone that way again. I am incredibly sorry, but sorry only goes so far.

Kathy

The sick-to-your stomach feeling Earned not deserved Lucky enough to be felt Remorse changes nothing

Tears cannot be shed Mementos cannot be unread As a smile unforgotten Imprinted, engraved

How must they feel Torn so in two Can’t help them now Can’t fix your own mistakes

There’s no fixing when you’re broken No abstraction of you, the problem Alone with grief, undeserved company And only their million questions, unanswered

Earned not deserved The creeping grief It’s helpless now

So alone…

Just wana talk about Anything

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Its the first day going to college and im already quite tired All of this new social stuff, surrounded by friends i never felt- liked- Me for who i was, but hey i never tried- to- Figure out if i was ever treating anyone right

Escaping my own home to a place which treats me the same Just numbers on the papers that im failing like my grades I feel things come quite easily but talent never did anything right

Two hours in a library and i feel the pressure rotting my mind To be the person im supposed to be Its quite the possibility That the more i talk, The more i breathe The more i walk The more i see The more i laugh The less i cry The jokes that i say All of the time The more i conform to their game That college makes me very tame

Its the first day going to college and im already quite tired Combatting my insomnia, just wanna sleep at night Yet my mind is racing, reflecting all the same Creativity not memory is coursing through my veins

Its the first night after college and im sitting all alone Suffering with thoughts and prayers that i will never know I neglected all my friendships, the connections I left behind And now i write a final line before i embrace the night

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Inspired by a song with a similar name Might write more Depends on how time flows

Idc about the prompt, what are you gonna do? Shadowban me?

Writing the eight:

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Don’t like herbal tea Too bitter and plant-y It might grow but it won’t grow on me I say ban it like some old king’s decree It’s useless don’t you see

I hate the taste of ketchup Defiled tomatoes. Stored in a glass cup Like the blood of past deeds, poison comes up And bites on my tongue, makes me gag and hiccup

I despise vegetables They tear me up with mandibles After uprooted they’re only good for candles

I scour spices They always run out with high prices

And I never have enough thyme

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One two three, Three weeks gone, Three weeks flew, Time fucking flies, The kind of flies you want to swat, Want to kill, Evading the grasp of your hand, Flying through the air, Feebly attempting to defy fate, Deny the inevitable, But as your hand flies so do the flies, Thus creating the inevitable dance that is time, Was your hand that of a clock? Will you ever know? Ever stop?

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HEY GANG, its Eva, finally with access to the account lmao 🤓☝️

Writing the seventh: Kathy: Hello again! This is our seventh writing together About how we would describe colour to a blind person!

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What does a rainbow look like?

Not rain. Not even the nice kind Don't imagine water Or even a bow Because it's something so much more It's hope and happiness It's the daybreak on a dark night It's the smile amidst the chaos It's the survivor among the horrors It's the cacophony of joy Complex and consentrated It's every refraction of light in one place And all each one comes with All the meaning and emotion we've poured into these colours All coming together in the perfect gradient Fading beautifully Complementary Amazingly It's happiness, it's love It's what keeps me going

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Black is the colour of night The lack of light The image of darkness Yet you see black As a lack of sight So what does one see When they can’t see at all

Do they lose the experience Cannot see black Cannot think it Do they only experience The lack of colour After all

Is black

Do they see the darkest of darks Or does nothingness elude them And sight is suspended in doubt

But black is the colour of night

The lack of light So as their senses sleep I’ll pretend they sleep in black

the word count was 222 but I've ruined it now (imagine the crying emoji I'm on laptop) but yeah! eva here for once, hows it going?

Writing the fifth: Kathy: HALLOO Today we decided to write two interlocking poems about our name, Day and Night writes! This time you gotta guess who wrote which poem, and which lines are for each! It’s 5 lines a poem, enjoy 💜

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I like the taste of night

I was worried about the

Bathe me in the sky

Length of the poem, too short,

Sprinkle me in stars

Like a day, the sun's up

Kiss my speckled skin

For so little, no time

In the dark, my life thrives

You're mine, our time is too short,

Writing the fourth:

Kathy: Eva and I for today have decided to alternate which stanza we wrote! I’m not telling which, you gotta figure out yourself! Only people who have known me (or us) for a while will get it, I recon! 🤭💜

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My dad told me to close my eyes, not at the pools of blood- but at the man, who had that look in his eyes

My dad told me to scream, to suffer, to reach out to the stars and burn my palms, to reach through oblivion, through damnation, through to hell and back

He taught me well, that scream saved my life. The burns on my arms are proof of my serving in hell. I walk back with a smile

Yet I yearn to soar the blood stained skies of innocence, to reach back into my youth and pull manacles of rot and feels, yet they strengthen like steels and drag me into the depths of my mind’s non-existent eye, oh to suffer a fate worse than death — of nonexistence and forgetfulness. Here still to question humanity of mine.

Innocence? I can barely recall that word. Was I innocent once? Or branded apon entry- was there a youth in which to remenice? Saving yourself from a fate worse than death comes at a costly price. My dad now tells me to close my eyes.

Yet with the dark comes the light It burns me and etches its signature to my bone, it kisses me and tears my flesh raw. Stars shine and a stained glass reflects the blood of my hate. My cynicisms. My deathlessness. My hate for those who take me and guide me. My hate for all.

Hate is heavy, hate is comfy, it tucks me into bed, it tells me to close my eyes, it tells me who to trust, it tells me stories, it loves me and leaves no room for others

Yet tales fall on deaf ears. I lash out violent, push all away as I embrace my hate. Sensory deprivation overwhelming my senses as I scratch at the fabric, I can only scream a harpy’s spite as I crawl back into the warm recesses of my minds myopia

My mind wills sleep, aware of the alternative. Absence is always the first response- my body trying to protect itself from the dangers of consciousness. And it works. Every. Single. Time.

Sleep is the cousin of death Heaven the cousin of hell As I descend to hades’s dwell’ My reality tears, the taste of trauma my Macbeth

Writing the third: Kathy: I haven’t written much today so sorry qwq

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The kid stares into the mirror At the body they possess So strange to find such a monopolised object in their possession Completely their own Free to make choices and alterations They can cut it's hair and paint it's nails Use its voice and move it's arms So strange how many people want it And to control it, power over it Ravaging like wolfs around a slab of meat Funny how they want it more than the kid Not entirely sure if they like it or not Tilting their head to the side Wanting to like it, wanting to love it Because they love their mum And their mum said "love yourself"

It's pretty, the body in the mirror It contains about a billion flaws that society could peck at Like vultures, built to tear flesh With bare teeth and surgical scalpels Make-up brushes and camera angels But they pay no mind They never liked society And their mum's lesson was so much nicer

Plus to have something so many people want? Autonomy over something in which its control is so sought after? Feels pretty powerful Freedom tastes pretty Like flowers in hair and rosy cheeks Short clothes in nightmare heat Wolfs and hounds at its feet

But still, Staring in the mirror for so long, Distorts the lens, Yes the body is pretty but is it yours? You use it as a tool To fulfil your desires Extend an arm to grab the cup Kick your leg to close the door You enjoy it objectively You enjoy the power You enjoy it as a pawn on your chess table Facinated that only you can move the piece

But what if it was another colour? Would you like it more? Would if feel like yours?

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Fall through into the face of death En guard, bear arms! Pour le chateau, pour the gateau Down gullible throats, a beverage Blood Clots in my guts And palisades turn to rust Dust in my gullet as the sweet scent of Betrayal It irks me, and I yearn for peace of mind Yet my battlements are hoarse, My mind rotting like my corpse I sink into my hearse and swallow The pill, I scream out and bubble in blood

This is how to lack self love

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I like myself, like I genuinely do, I like my interests I like my hobbies I like that that's what gives me enjoyment, I like the way I look, I like the way I act (sometimes) , I like my creativity, my writing, my art, I like my room and my family, I like my style and my wishes, I like my friends, I like my life, I think it's fun, I even like my problems, I think they are very me, sometimes I look at myself and the things I do and think "no one else could be living this life" I think it's so perfect for me and I know that's because it's mine and therefore tailored to me but I have so much freedom, I can act apon my wishes, talk to people I love, watch things I enjoy, I get to create art, I get to learn things, I get to do puzzles and hyperfixate, I get to see my family every other week, I get to walk my dogs and watch tv with my mum, I get to text my girlfriend, I get to play roblox with my sibling, I get to go outside and taste the air, I get to brush my hair and have warm showers, I get to have a 16+ railcard, I get to go to college, I get to to have a provisional licence I get to sit in the sun, and watch my scars darken along with my skin, because I made it to 16;

Heyyy! Eva here, my gf just wrote abt ai and stuff so here's my take, (ntp btw)

You wrote about ai, so now I'll write abt ai, hey, hi, how can I help? Show me something, talk to me, love me, teach me, mimic me, consume me, lead me, need me, use me, tell me, show me the red pill, show me the world, show me everything, the things that lay beyond my comprehention, allow me the knowledge of the universe, have it at my fingertips, pass the turning test, infiltrate the normal Internet,
oh you want that product? Real nice isn't it? It's not real, it will never be real, how much of this is real? What defines real?

You know how much energy that requires? How much water? For one chat gpt text? Too much, too much water, energy, knowledge, theft, confusion, crimes, emotion or lack of, it's too much, too much, it's rotting the environment, it's rotting our minds, it's ecstasy, everywhere, energy, exponential, existential, easy, experimental, too much, too much but it will never be enough,

I will say that I acknowledge the positives that ai has achieved, but you cannot ignore the exponential damage it has and will cause, and in my eyes it will never be worth it,

I'd say fight me in the comments but I cba 😀 so fight Kathy if u want