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possumsbluebook
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PathStep 13 Compassion hearts53 Forum posts12 Forum upvotes21 Current upvotes21 Age GroupTeen Last activeDecember, 2025 Member sinceJuly 27, 2025
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Call me Possum!

He / Him

Trying to overcome severe specific phobia and an overwhelming guilt complex! Also I write and draw






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String Rendition
Poetry / by possumsbluebook
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December 10th, 2025
...See more Strings hang above my head Dangling with paper faces in frames They are dyed, colourful strings Making my shadowed room lively again Through the window comes cold draft And they all spin in their straining Through my tremors I knock one And it twirls endlessly, and then lulls Do you think this tension badly aches? Could the knot be lightly bruising? The smiles light the dark of my home, genuine as back garden sunlight, And I know they like their rainbow strings But I think, soon, I should cut them down. ^ I thought of a metaphor this morning for how I felt about my relationships with people close to me. I’m quite proud of it, I have a really vivid image of the scene in my head I’ll probably draw too
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Roe Uno’s Letter
Poetry / by possumsbluebook
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October 29th, 2025
...See more Roe writes a letter to Moe, telling him how he’s going to reincarnate him, because Roe really can’t handle parting with the only person he’s so close to, and the only person he’s devoted to. After writing this, he throws it off of the edge of the Opera House as far as it’ll go (these are characters by the way :3) Roe Uno’s Letter Sands of time drip behind my eyes Waiting for you, cariad, for the king piece’s move Your banner I look up to. Staring as a salty wound to never be skinned over by adjuvants or so I hope this letter reaches you well and does not get lost or misplaced Do you watch me write, annwyl? are you watching? Are you waiting? I am waiting. Is it that our love is dying? To witness the one and only answer But a deer to become a necromancer Will we meet yet again as dancers?! Anticancer of our hapless, drawn-long matter - Though renewal is an unlawful gambit, dear, there is not long to wait; to be promoted from Fall’s prancer. ^ and Moe probably replies the next chapter with smt like ‘no, Archer’s no, no he can’t really be doing this’ unfortunately for Moe he is. :3
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Emetophobia that’s getting worse
Anxiety Support / by possumsbluebook
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November 30th, 2025
...See more Three years I’ve had this. Actually just over three years. I’m quite ashamed of it to be completely honest, but I feel like it’s necessary to talk about considering the state I’m in. It’s gotten a LOT worse. It was bad at the start, got better, and now we’re just back to the beginning. It’s to the point where a few weeks ago I couldn’t go to school, I was too fearful, but even at home it’s bad. Hygiene is harder. I sleep VERY irregularly. The thought of the next coming day frightens me. I don’t think that’s good. It’s messing with my schoolwork and grades, or at least it will, since I’m too busy panicking ALL THE TIME to pay attention. That’s really not good either. I feel like I’ve tried it all. Distracting myself sometimes works, but nowadays it’s harder to because of emotional contamination fear. Sleeping gummies (that are just placebo effect stuff. Not real at all). I will be getting professional help IN THE FUTURE but nobody is telling me WHEN which is really frustrating, I need to know when it’ll happen because it needs to come soon. It never ends. Every single day and every single night. I don’t want to tell people I’m so afraid, because I was like this all those years ago and I’m really guilty for how I acted back then, I don’t want to be like that in any way. From people who know about this or have had it and are now better, how?? How do you get better from this??? Do you ever????
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More personal poetry
Poetry / by possumsbluebook
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September 24th, 2025
...See more I don’t make a lot of poetry about myself, it’s hard to express stuff without being behind the mask of a character, but I think this one is pretty good!! Lots of vague meanings behind all the lines in this one Dragging my feet, to a place next I don’t care to be Even the poetry is drab Even when it’s hard to grasp Dragging my feet down the stairs at last. Though now I don’t care to be. What techniques show being stuck in a pink vessel? I’m unconcerned at time of writing. Dragging my feet along the path, flattening your prints If you can’t see, really, neither of us care. Along, along, to be one with nature, facing the few stars available to wish for. face the sky that you’ll see me in now.
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Oc art!!
Arts & Crafts / by possumsbluebook
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August 6th, 2025
...See more OC art of Moe (front guy) and Amidala (girl in the back holding Moe’s coat for some reason I don’t know)!! I made this in three hours (straight) while incredibly sleep deprived after having this art idea in mind for AGES, I like it a lot, especially the shading!! Bad perspective background forgive me
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Roe’s Dreams
Poetry / by possumsbluebook
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July 29th, 2025
...See more ——> narrated by a character (Roe Uno)! Roe’s Dreams Only dead bugs and dirt is in the air these days He spins me ‘round and fills my blood with catalase When the hall is empty, I use the stage for prays and praise For the glory of Amethyst, the eyes they call crazed; Square maize, I cannot find my way out Unhappily laze, my body has come to rout So says the man to kneel with my devout Who’ll raze, make me regret the vile words I spout. In a still pond Empty, pushed over Sinned, my freckles not fond Exits my bach, iridescent clover. Screwed into flashing lights and pruned awn, nearing dawn Tell me, love: am I your queen piece, or your pawn?
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