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So uh, I never post poetry on here, lol. I usually don't because most, if not all, of what I write isn't furry in nature or relevant to the fandom.
Anyway, this is just a sort of vent poem (thus being a bit experimental for me, technique-wise) about how real me has felt disconnected to my main sona, Rickie, over the years. It's like we're the same but also not...
Will probably leave this in scraps for the time being.
Anyway, this is just a sort of vent poem (thus being a bit experimental for me, technique-wise) about how real me has felt disconnected to my main sona, Rickie, over the years. It's like we're the same but also not...
Will probably leave this in scraps for the time being.
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Rickie definitely went way off from how I originally conceived them damn near 10 years ago by this point. In a way, yes, the real me so wants to be like them in every way (and, yes, literally be a buff tiger bitch who can kick your ass); unfortunately, I'm limited by the laws of reality and can only do so much.
One day I'll get back at it ^^
Rickie definitely went way off from how I originally conceived them damn near 10 years ago by this point. In a way, yes, the real me so wants to be like them in every way (and, yes, literally be a buff tiger bitch who can kick your ass); unfortunately, I'm limited by the laws of reality and can only do so much.
One day I'll get back at it ^^
This poem encapsulates my feelings with my lion guy I've had since a decade ago.
Putting commissioning artwork of him on hold until I made something of myself, both physically, mentally, and career-wise...to try an match him, the ideal in my mind.
Only to come to the Now, where I achieved much more than I was before, but my ideal has advanced from where it was before, more perfect, making any sort of finish line seem unreachable.
Though I may not equal him, I can at least make him confront his own weakness, his own ideal. Maybe not by me, but another part of me etched in paper.
Putting commissioning artwork of him on hold until I made something of myself, both physically, mentally, and career-wise...to try an match him, the ideal in my mind.
Only to come to the Now, where I achieved much more than I was before, but my ideal has advanced from where it was before, more perfect, making any sort of finish line seem unreachable.
Though I may not equal him, I can at least make him confront his own weakness, his own ideal. Maybe not by me, but another part of me etched in paper.
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