lavant-gartiste

[lavant-gartiste]

I am not

Why hello again, tumblr! After the positive reactions that my last poem received, I decided to post some more of my writing here. Here's something I wrote a while back, feed back is more appreciated and all of you have a lovely day!

I am not a poet, but if I were, I would write the most beautiful rhymes for you. I am not a pirate, but if I were, I would sail the seven seas with you. I am not an audacious, but if I were, I would show off my love for you. I am not a criminal, but if I were, I would illegally love you. I am not a musician, but if I were, all my notes would reach your heart. I am not a worker, but if I were, I would build around you the walls of your safety. I am not an adult, but if I were, I would nurture you like no parent did. I am not happy, but if I were, not even my joy could compare to the joy you give me. I am not a gambler, but If I were I would bet on you without hesitation. I am not a dancer, but if I were I would dance you to the end of love. I am not a teacher, but if I were I would still learn from you. I am not an explorer, but if I were, no place in the world would equal the nearest spot to you. I am not a painter, but if I were, I would draw the beauty of the world I see through your eyes. I am not a god, but if I were, you would be my best creation. I am not perfect, but if I were, it would be thanks to you. I am not good enough, but if I were, I wouldn’t dream as much. I am just a dreamer, and since I am I will never wake up.

[lavant-gartiste]

Devil's hands

I looked upon my reflection Wishing someone were behind me Who’d whisper with delectation The tempting words that would blind me. I wished their eye of detection Would spot the struggles within me As they’d pursue in inspection Of a keen mind: they would kin me. In easier ways could be excused The crippling dark inside me If I could plead I was seduced By evil hands that would guide me. But with the mirror face to face I’m standing there alone. All I can see is me as me I come to terms with this in grace: No devil to be shown. For that devil always was me.

Hi guys! I write a little poetry and since I'm new on tumblr, I decided I'd spice up my blog by posting some of my work. Here is something I just wrote, enjoy! Feedback and criticism are most appreciated (especially since English isn't my first language.)

[lavant-gartiste]

Hii why don’t you edit your profile? Get a profile picture and a background image and such, otherwise people won’t be so eager to interact with you. But anyways we can be mutuals if you want. I do relate to the not having emo’s/goth friends around. However since I first started dressing goth and now I have made some goth friends and all my friends now are alternative just not always goth.

I don’t know much changed for me when I started art school. But yeah..

Oh, I'd love to hear more about that! I didn't know I could do stuff to edit my profile. I'm reaaaaally new here but it's awesome to meet someone! So, what do you do in art school? What kind of alt friends do you have? What do you like about the goth style?

[lavant-gartiste]

Hi guys, first post here!

I'm French on the French tumblr site, so I don't know if I should speak English or French here. On one hand, there are probably a lot of French people here, on the other hand, the tag names are in English and I feel like I might reach out to more people this way. Here goes: I'm at the end of teenage time and still haven't grown out of my edgy phase. People at school and in my family thought I was just playing a role like any teenager and being immature... but it's not wearing off. I'm feeling especially lonely, like people don't really understand me (how cliché). I live in a world of benevolence soup where everyone is just so mature and open-minded and kind and all that and they don't get my misanthropic tendencies. I strongly identify with the gothic/emo mindset, but I never see anyone like that around despite being in literature studies. Sometimes I feel like goths and emos aren't real and I just made them up in a fever dream and vomitted them all over the internet. I tried to talk about this on reddit and barely got any response. I also tried on 4chan where people called me trans and told me to kill myself (maybe not the best idea I ever had to visit that site). But yeah I'm probably weirder than your weirdest friends and my bf keeps saying that you guys are my people (I mean the whole tumblr sexymen movement is absolute legend), so I'm making an attempt here. If you identity with what I said in one way or another, feel free to hit me up and just come chat here if you have any thoughts! I wish you all cartoons and memes!