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Haiku by Faithbell Dreams... October 9, 2026 at 12:28:52 AM

A lazy numb warmth Could turn the air scolding hot and make you voiceless

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Anonymous August 30, 2026 at 6:02:59 AM

The warm feeling of someones care I want them to hold me close. Keep me. Only me and look at me alone. I want to be in that dazed state of love for someone forever. Its wrong, i know it is. Part of me wants to use this feeling to forget about myself. To only think of them, all the time. No words. No dates. Only them. This version inside my mind, a false copy of the real, seems to be what I prefer: quick, distant reliability over a close, emotional wildcard, no matter what I tell myself. -RA

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Haiku by Faithbell Dreams... August 27, 2026 at 6:02:51 PM

The bellflowers mourn. They droop their heads low for sleep. But the sun is out.

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~Faithbell Dreams August 25, 2026 at 4:55:39 AM

Hi everypony! If you're reading this, you found my secret haiku and poetry book. You're more than welcome to make one yourself <3. I implore you to do so! No need to be shy, I'd be more than happy to see another message in here than mine. ~Some tips in case you are new to the website~ 1. Click the underlined A button located next to italic and bold. This will automatically insert a color tag code into your text box. 2. Replace the #000000 inside the brackets with a specific HTML hex code (like #ff0000). If you picked one from the selection skip. 3. When you press 'add' your cursor '|' will spawn on the spot you can write your message on. If you want something like this. Or something like this. The 'slash color' at the end is like a punctuation mark for the color you want. If you want a new one, do not add another color code inside an existing one. They must be separate or the system will not read the code. This also applys for other buttons (italics, bold, font, text size)

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Poem by Faithbell Dreams... August 25, 2026 at 3:45:14 AM

・・・・ Tonight, the clouds weigh She remembers How much faith she needed to stay ・・・・ Up In the mantle Bells bleed a name, unsaid, to drown her bleak ampul ・・・・ But those dreams drift Before a storm To mark that flower with a kiss ・・・・ Left to wonder If sunshowers always arrive with harsh thunder ・・・・