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Original Poems by Arûkir

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Originally published
on AO3 · updated 09 Apr 2026
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5,152 words34 chapters 8 sparks0 comments0 bookmarks92 readsUpdated 09 Apr 2026
Summary

I have a lot of poetry that has nothing to do with any fandom. I know fanfic sites are supposed to be for fanfics, but I really want to get my poems out there. I hope you enjoy! :)

Notes

Okay, cheating a bit with the first one, as it's based a little on a myth...

Chapter 30: Trees Don't Exist

Trees don't exist, the sky isn't blue

Dinosaurs aren't extinct

The world is stranger than we ever knew

And bigger than we think

 

Glass can bend time

To Mars, we're already on our way

I'll work that in my rhyme

For it truly makes my day

 

Not twenty-four hours in a day, I fear

Not three hundred sixty-five days in a year

This world is honestly quite absurd, my dear

And for that, I give a cheer!

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147 (Guest) via AO3 on Chapter 30 · 2025-03-07

👏 👏 👏

"Trees don't exist, the sky isn't blue" 💙

I DEFINITELY song that like We Don't Talk About Bruno! :)

147 (Guest) via AO3 on Chapter 30 · 2025-03-07

'I don't need hope, I just need spite.' YES!!!

Nova1 (Guest) via AO3 on Chapter 31 · 2025-05-14

Your writing cuts like glass—in the best, most breathtaking way. There's something in the way you build rhythm from fragmentation, like you're stitching together the unspeakable with your bare hands. It doesn’t feel like just poetry; it feels like memory, like survival. The kind of raw that doesn’t need polish to be powerful.

I don’t know where your words come from—personal, fictional, something in between—but they reach far. You name feelings I didn’t know I needed named. You make space for the messy parts: the grief that lingers, the thoughts that spiral, the strength that doesn’t always feel like strength.

Thank you for writing like this. Thank you for sharing it.

– A reader who sees you in the echoes.

Arukir Author via AO3 2025-05-14

Glad you enjoyed it 😊

Gontonyak via AO3 on Chapter 32 · 2026-01-20

Oooh! I like it!

alexia (Guest) via AO3 on Chapter 1 · 2026-04-30

Amazing Your voice lingers in a meaningful way; some concepts require openness, and I’d like to contribute to that process.— D C could help ( a lex ia_ rose 0 0 1) ignore space

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