#{ feeling poetic }

[alwaystuesday]

Every first kiss marks a before and after. It marks the first stepping over of an invisible boundary. Once it's happened you cant undo it or take it back. You can only move forward in the knowledge that whatever relationship you had before, the territory is now different - for better or worse.

Update: I drew a Crowley companion piece

[same-skies]

Emotional symphony

I threw a party today, and all the emotions came, 

Each one of them unique, none quite the same, 

Joy arrived first, walking in with a radiant smile, 

Spreading laughter and cheer all the while.

Surprise bounced in, with a gasp and a start, 

Turning heads and quickening everyone’s heart, 

Anticipation buzzed, with eyes so bright, 

Waiting for the music, the magic of the night.

Trust held hands with steady grace, 

Offering comfort in the busy space, 

Curiosity peeked in, with eyes so wide, 

Eager to dance, and to never hide.

Enthusiasm danced around with a lively cheer, 

Filling the room with fun, the energy clear, 

Contentment sat quietly, with a serene smile, 

Enjoying the moment, there the whole while.

Gratitude bowed with heartfelt cheer, 

Thankful for all those who were gathered here, 

Pride stood tall, with a confident air, 

Celebrating achievements, beyond compare.

Inspiration danced in, with a spark so bright, 

Igniting ideas, filling hearts with light, 

Courage was found in the warmth of the light, 

Joining the dance, no sign of fright.

Love entered with a gentle grace, 

Welcoming everyone with a warm embrace, 

Hope lit up the room with a gentle glow, 

Making promises when the music did slow.

Serenity floated in, with a calming breeze, 

Bringing peace and putting minds at ease,

Empathy moved through, with a gentle touch, 

Understanding others, caring so much.

Sadness slipped in, with a gentle sigh, 

Bringing some tears, but not asking why, 

Grief walked in with a heavy heart, 

Dragging in memories that tear us apart.

Loneliness lingered, feeling out of place, 

Then she found solace in a friendly face, 

Fear tiptoed in, with shadows in tow, 

Hesitant and quiet, moving slow.

Anger approached with a simmering heat, 

Yet soon found calmness, somewhere to retreat, 

Disgust wrinkled its nose at the sight of the spread, 

Finding solace in a corner, where it quietly tread.

Envy glanced around with a longing on her face, 

Yet she softened in others' warm embrace, 

Jealousy peeked in, with eyes of green, 

Wishing for things it had never seen.

Regret entered softly, with a backward glance, 

Wishing for a second chance, 

Shame hid in shadows, with a downcast gaze, 

Hoping to escape the judging haze.

Confusion wandered in, with a puzzled look, 

Trying to understand the paths it took, 

Nostalgia arrived, with memories in tow, 

Revisiting moments from long ago.

As the night wore on, they danced and they played, 

Each emotion, in its own way, stayed.

A tapestry of feelings, woven tight, 

In the heart's grand ballroom, shining bright.

[thenatallie]

Imagine Feyd trailing over your hips with his beautiful finger tips 🎶🫦

[jenniferdarjeeling]

Listening to the Jane Eyre soundtrack (2011) tonight. What about you?

[andiamoinoverdosedidelusioni]

Messing around,who cares?🌺.

[purplelordstudios]

Life is cruel and loud

Death is sweet and silent

Life is rough and jagged

Death is gentle and soft

Life is full of the thrills of the day

Death holds the sweet peace of night

[happy-mokka]

A poetic approach to Good Omens

I felt kind of Shakespearean today, and here's what came out of it:

Act I

In the Garden of Eden on the Eastern gate,

stood the angel having sealed his fate.

For he gave his sword to help mankind,

unlike other's his heart wasn't blind.

Humanity had been set free,

by a demon and an apple tree.

The demon, although beast from hell,

saw angel's kindness and once more fell.

Tis how they met, how it began,

a tale of friendship without end.

The angel remembering quite well,

the maker of stars before he fell.

Through the millenia's endless days,

they also fell for human's ways.

While in secret from opposing sides,

they kept being drawn to each others lights.

Together drifting the tides of times,

along great floods and Shakespeare's rhymes.

Their bond grew stronger each passing year,

although were never they without fear.

That both in Heavens and in Hell,

Archangels and the ones who fell,

might find out 'bout their hidden love,

and smite them down in epic wrath.

Still courage didn't fail the two,

to fight for what inside them grew.

Their love for God's complete creation,

brought at the brink of devastation.

Armageddon, planned before long,

The Antichrist, then he should come.

To bring down all that's beautiful,

God's plan full malice and just cruel.

The angel and the demon hence,

came to creation's last defence.

Supported by young humans magic,

avoided the world's end be tragic.

The wrath of Heavens and of hell,

however came when their plans fell.

The angel and the demon would,

be punished and erased for good.

Again their love trumped other's hate.

Their endless trust helped turn their fate.

By conjuring two final tricks,

they found their peace and their dinner at the Ritz.

Should I poor fool have you offended,

show me forgiveness and I'll try mend that,

by never speaking up again,

and hoping we'll remain good friends.

If, however, this made you smile,

then I'd be happy after a while,

to try put act two into words,

even though that will really hurt.

A love story so big and terrible,

might be a poets feat ineffable.

[planetaryfire]

„You know, I don‘t judge people by their appearance.“

„Oh, really?“

„Yeah. Once I get a boyfriend, the only thing I would care about is his personality.“

„And yet you say BOYfriend.“

„Yeah, I‘m not attracted to girls.“

„You said you don‘t judge people by their appearance.“

„I don‘t.“

„Then why by their genitals? What makes you so much more attracted to someone with a penis than to someone with a vagina?“

„That‘s not the definition of gender.“

„What do you mean?“

„Just because someone was born as a boy and has the attributes of one doesn‘t mean they are a boy.“

„So you wouldn‘t mind being with a transsexual person?“

„Not if he identifies as a boy.“

„Let me ask my question differently: What makes you so much more attracted to someone who uses the pronouns he/him?“

„It‘s just who I am. My sexuality.“

„So you don‘t judge people by their appearance-“

„Exactly.“

„-but by their pronouns?“

„… what about you?“

„I know that when I fall in love, it will be with a person. Not with their body or their pronouns.“

[yourtwistedlies]

half boy, half god, all hero

[bedroomcloset]

ive been listening to muse again (no one is surprised) (I don't remember not knowing they were a band) (I went to their concert when I was seven)

some things last close to forever I guess huh

[soma-holiday]

Setting the fake city in my head aflame. I want to “see” the ash be blown away in the wind and I want to “see” nothing but the sun rise.

[spir4nts-lun4r]

i remain a scared 8 year old in my soul

[gently-decaying-flowers]

what kind if flowers are gently decaying on your blog?

any and all flowers can gently decay here and i’ll love them the same <3

[real-sun-wukong-fan01]

Perhaps it is a ritual for a vision

or a gateway to another world.

It may as well be a preperation for the day we ascend from our mortal form.

Very fun way to see it, I like it.

Maybe there's no real answer, as every answer,is right