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Thunderclouds3
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Just another person looking to heal themselves <3

I try to be the best I can be every day

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A summer's day
Poetry / by Thunderclouds3
Last post
 February 4th
...See more Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thought art more lovely and more temperate; rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer's lease hath all too short a date: sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, and often is his gold complexion dimmed: and every fair from fair sometimes declines, by chance or nature's course untrimmed...
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Selfish
Poetry / by Thunderclouds3
Last post
 January 16th
...See more What is wrong with me? Giving is better than getting, but my selfish mind thinks No it's not. I take one seed for a flower I can't take care of on my own. But then, I take three more, Just so I look like I can handle it. When in reality, nobody cares what I take. Fill your cup first! They say, but mine is overflowing. Give me this! I want that! I need this! I need that! I need all of everything, no matter shape nor size nor age. I want all the things, quicker than I can turn a page. Give me this! Give me that! My cup will not be full! It's a bottomless pit; Nothing can truly fit, So for Godsake, Give me all of it!
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🍪What are you going to eat/bake for Christmas? 🎄
Positivity & Gratitude / by Thunderclouds3
Last post
 December 14th, 2025
...See more What are you all going to make for Christmas? If you're not going to bake/cook anything, that's okay too! 🍪 What are you going to eat/bake for Christmas?🎄 My family has already prepared chocolates, tiny cakes, and brownies and cookies for Christmas! Of course, they'll probably all be gone by the time the holiday arrives, because they just taste so good! >< What's your Christmas snack or meal gonna be?
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Insane
Poetry / by Thunderclouds3
Last post
 December 14th, 2025
...See more What's inside of my mind? Glowing bright patterns with shapes of things I love no thoughts no mind my brain has turned into somewhat like a porridgy mass. I am forever traveling through a wormhole of zentangle patterns that are made of rays of radioactive light. Lightning glows and sparking Fires leap and roaring Millions of tiny suns inverted into highly saturated colors. Am I dead? No, I'm just crazy. Impossibilities are impossible In the world of my mind Nobody is there but me. My mind is insane; My dreams are vivid, lucid or not. I can fly! In my dreams I don't run with the wind. I am the wind. I do not feel joy. Yet, I don't feel negatively either. I feel nothing in my mind. The galaxy, the stars. They call me, every night. Can I still fly? I am a star; I shine, brighter than bright, I burn, hotter than hot, I cool, colder than cold, I rebirth, younger than young. The only sounds I hear is abnormally glitched birdsong lapping over each other until it sounds like millions of peeper frogs. The sun vanishes replaced by this void. My body vanishes, my soul left to explore. The depths never end. I am a star. I can fly.
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The shelter (tw: animal abuse)
Poetry / by Thunderclouds3
Last post
 December 13th, 2025
...See more All dogs are innocent. If they hurt you it's because of how they're raised. What do kill shelters care in the very slightest about any of this? How fast a dog can transform from a healthy, energetic, playful, confident dog, to a mentally and probably physically sick, weak, solitary, dog that's so scared it would even defecate in fear at a new visitor through the door? Can I go outside? I love the wind on my fur! I love the warm sun! I love the dewy grass blades that glimmer! No, you're going in the cage. Can I go outside...? The wind on my fur feels nice.. The sun is warm... The grass is pretty.. No, you're going in the cage. I need to go outside. I need just one breath of fresh air. I haven't seen daylight in so long. Please let me out on the grass. No, you're going in the cage! And if the dog is brave enough to persist it gets slapped and punched. As if any sane person would even think of disciplining their dog like that! But they are not sane. They are evil. We are they. How would you feel if you were locked up and forced to be with another person you don't know and get slapped and hit when it's not even fair because you don't understand the language that thing is speaking? How would you feel if you were forced to birth a child with a random person just because that said so? How would you feel to get punished for simply doing what you had to do: Then getting your nose rubbed in it even though you don't understand what's happening because you did your business two minutes before which felt like two hours because time never goes fast? How would you feel to get a sickness and never be treated? How would you feel if you were to have such a traumatic past with those things, that you are driven insane with fear whenever you see one? How would you feel if you were an innocent dog tortured because you simply exist? Many people think dogs are puppets without feelings that you train to do what you want it to. People don't deserve dogs if they just want it for the training. Yet, many voices including mine make no difference to the millions of kill shelters and illegal dog fights and animal abuse that happens every single day. We are those things to traumatized dogs; what else would they call us if they could speak..? Monsters. Beasts. Giants. Devils. Hunters. Predators. My voice goes unheard except to only the intelligent people who know to spread the word that animal abuse is not right. Animals are not things. They are sentient organisms that can love, can enjoy, can play. That can be traumatized. That can be scared into thinking humans are evil. And what reason would we have to even defend ourselves if they understood us? They wouldn't have one, the animal abusers, the monsters, the beasts, giants, devils, hunters, predators. Animals have feelings, hearts, brains. They can be overwhelmed with fear with anger with love with joy with anything. And fear we give them most. But why?
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The warmth (pt. 2 of "The cold")
Poetry / by Thunderclouds3
Last post
 December 12th, 2025
...See more Life is okay. I still love my people. Some. Warm smiles are comforting, welcoming. Joy is earth. Joy is the planet we are in. The planet that we live in. Changed not one thing. Not even consequences or death. Joy is good. Earth would be Joy. If joy was a place. Love is a sunset among a river at a beach with pink-peach sand. Clouds shaped like hearts pink skies red rocks. The weather would be always blanket warm. If love was a place. Calmness is a rock you sit upon. Once you sit, you know what goes on, what's wrong. Yet though you care, It's okay. because your body knows your brain knows you are. A white void just except for a rock. Still, neutral. If calmness was a place.
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The cold💤 (tw: blood, minor injuries) (long poem)
Poetry / by Thunderclouds3
Last post
 December 13th, 2025
...See more How could I explain what damage Emotions have done to me? Every day, every night. The cold, hard fury. The overwhelming sadness. What treasure it is to have people who cares? Anger is a cold, cold night the coldest with snow. Hard snow, not soft. Large jagged crystals of bloodstained ice Of red skies, rivers, clouds. Sidewalks that beg to be fallen on, to scrape and cut your skin until you are nothing but scraps. The trees would be a simple gray with black leaves. If anger was a place. Sadness is an endless pool where you start at the very bottom just at the tip at the breaking point of gasping all that water into your lungs, because you need air. Once you finally make it to the surface you just keep swimming. It makes you just want to give up and rest because what in the *** else can you even do? The skies are dark blue. A dark blue void would engulf you. If sadness was a place. Fear is a dark black void forever falling, but still on firm ground. Eyes all watching everyone is breathing in your ear. Constantly feeling like you'd get grabbed by cold hands with long, spindly, twig-like fingers and fingernails that have a texture of chipped bark. If fear was a place.
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Any ideas?
Reading & Writing / by Thunderclouds3
Last post
 December 13th, 2025
...See more Im looking for book recommendations. I really like fantasy and graphic novels, like Once There Was and Lucky Penny. I also would like book ideas, what to write, inspiration? Credit will be given if wanted c:
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