#911 poetry

[disasterbuck]

impossible never has stopped you before

A poem about Buck during the Tsunami Arc. 788 words

You jump in the water, forgetting to breathe, and you don't even feel getting hit by debris. The ocean is violent, it's spinning you round, and you know that you're screaming but can't hear a sound. You're desperate and careless, ignoring the risks; the more time that passes the more you feel sick. You search and you search as the wave goes back out and you've never in your whole life been more devout.

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[chaosandwolves]

Like a phoenix - an original poem by me

Hello my lovelies

After @buckstommy was so nice to break the news to us that the kiss happened 3 minutes and 17 seconds into the scene

I naturally lost my mind

This post happened and I couldn't stop thinking about

Buck getting this new life, rising from the ashes of his past, finally in the right colours and spreading his wings

So this poem happened

I've been in a bit of writer's block, especially with poetry

But it seems like Tommy has not only broken down the barriers to Buck's queer awakening (still can't believe this) but also through the writer's block of quite a few ppl here

So I hope you enjoy this little thing

I know the design and poem are super corny but who cares

Happy one week of Evan Buckley being canonically bi!!!!

[poemsbybuddie]

buddie poetry event! (911 hiatus version)📜✒️

hi! i'm @heartbeatdiaz and i love, love reading poetry and writing silly little poems myself! especially about these two gay firefighters. so, i thought it'd be fun to make a mini event for all poetry authors in the fandom.

the idea is, here's a list of 20 prompts for whatever day you like during hiatus as long as is from the 15 of august to the last day of october (you don't have to write for all of them— just if the inspiration strikes!) feel free to pick and choose whichever prompt brings you joy! and interpret it however you like! this is to celebrate creativity, after all.

these are the prompts!

(some extras!)

you can combine your poem with edit/gifset if you please or ask someone else to make an edit/gifset/drawing to compliment your piece.

there will be no signs ups! just tag the blog and use the #poemsbybuddie and i'll reblog your creation here!

your poem can be nsfw but make sure it's tagged properly

if you have any doubt or question, send an ask here or message the blog or me directly at @heartbeatdiaz

[t4tstarvingdog]

i am hungry too; take me — timothy l.l.s.h.

i have this theory that even if people aren’t inherently good, we want to be. we want to be kind. we want to be good. maybe this is just because i ache to be good myself...

my poetry tag list (ask to be added or removed<3): @gracekisses @bloodydeanwinchester @boyroad @icantleave @doemons-blog @altarofrowena @chaosnatural @ohmanohheckreallydoihaveto @carveredlund @pinknatural @deanwinchestersfloralwallpaper @obsessionofspn @suneatermp3 @destielgaysex @gilmorenatural @punishercd @wormnatural  @heartshapedcas @charbutonmain @thenightwemetnatural @howldean @impala67-aka-baby​ @frogstiel​

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I hurt people and Ask if I am good yet and I hurt myself and Ask if I am good yet

I’m not but I Try to be anyways and

I ask if you have eaten and if You know that you are loved and Good and Enough for me; Enough for the world; Enough to be loved endlessly

It’s not that I am filled with curiosity it’s just That I ache Like a sore tooth caught in my maw

My heart is rotting in my mouth But I chew on it anyways

I’ll feed you With myself

Am I good yet?

        —timothy l.l.s.h.

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[evanbi-ckley]

Name Me Darkness, Call Me Light

- original poem

Tag List:

@cm1031sr @idealuk @crysty-indie-rp624 @elvensorceress @jules-999 @rogerzsteven @the-likesofus @spotsandsocks @dumbdani21 @i-had-bucky @buddiearemydads @neeterpoo @monsterrae1 @shortsighted-owl @alyxmastershipper @rose-buddie @singlethread @loveyourownsmiilee @poemsbybuddie

[lonelychicago]

would anyone be interested in another buddie/911 poetry event?

[stagefoureddiediaz]

‘Just be silent.’ 

One story ends in silence when there are no words left to say

The next starts with a few words of affirmation,

‘You can have my back any day.’

It races through the highs and lows 

but the words are always there. 

So many left unspoken, but yet still known. 

In the depths of the soul where hope and love are formed

filling in the spaces

like kintsugi, making the broken more beautiful

climbing toward the light 

until

until

‘talk to me’

‘talk to me’

‘talk to me’

[king-buckley]

@poemsbybuddie

[myownprivateclusterfuck]

"No Tongue Can Tell" by Brian Czyzyk

[katrinascottsblog]

Another bored Monday 👍 🛑😎

[disasterbuck]

impossible never has stopped you before

a 9-1-1 tsunami poem by luna

There's a moment of silence before it all breaks; he's standing beside you, his hand on your face. "You're gonna be okay," he promises you, and then calls you kid, and what can you do? But smile and love him and think he's divine and let the dark clouds be dispersed by his shine?

But all of that ends when you turn and you see a nightmare is coming – there's no time to flee.

"Where did all the water go?"

Impossible never has stopped you before so you pick up the boy and your feet hit the floor and "Get off the pier!" tears itself from your mouth as you run for your life and you pray for a drought.

Then the moment of impact rips you off your feet and you find yourself thrashing in darkness complete and you can't tell which way is the way to the sun and you're choking on water, it's filling your lungs. But your life is not at the top of your list and you'd happily die if it meant saving Chris so you kick through the water until you find air and scream 'til your lungs bleed when suddenly there–

"Christopher!" 

With him back in your arms cold but alive, you make sure he's safe and place him up high.

You both take a moment to get back your breath, glad you're alive; unbelievably blessed.

It doesn't occur to you, you could say no, when you hear cries for help you don't think – you just go. You allow all your training to take full control and adrenaline spurs you, it makes you feel bold.

One after another you help them all up until there's no room left on top of the truck. But that doesn't stop you, there's still more to save, and you reach for their hands as you're rocked by a wave.

And suddenly, though you don't even know how, you know Chris has fallen, you know that he's down

you know Chris has fallen you know that he's down

you know Chris has fallen you know that he'll…

drown

drown

drown

You jump in the water, forgetting to breathe, and you don't even feel getting hit by debris. The ocean is violent, it's spinning you round, and you know that you're screaming but can't hear a sound. You're desperate and careless, ignoring the risks; the more time that passes the more you feel sick. You search and you search as the wave goes back out and you've never in your whole life been more devout.

Then caught on some junk, you notice his glasses and as you retrieve them time no longer passes.

Your vision is blurred, you can't catch your breath. It feels like a knife cutting right through your chest.

"It's a good thing you're missing it. Hope you guys are having fun."

You gather your bearings and get back to work, resisting the urge to sink down to the earth.

Then someone has seen him and hope stirs anew which is good cause you need it to carry you through. The hours drag by and the day turns to night and you want to lie down but you're stubborn – you fight. So for now you keep moving and block out the dread cause you'll never forgive yourself if he is –

Not at the bakery south of the Strand and you've checked the emergency refugee camps. There's only one place that you haven't yet been but you don't want to go there, you don't want to see.

You're weary and aching, your heart is still racing, your breaths come out shaking– the phone's to your ear.

"I had him," you're saying, while silently praying, eyes constantly straying–

Heart stops.

"Eddie's here."

He sees you – and oh how you wish you could hide. You don't want to see the despair in his eyes. But there's no one else here, it's all up to you, so you open your mouth cause you know what to do.

You see realisation appear on his face and you wish you could take it back, somehow erase the pain that you're causing by telling him this but the only thing that could help now would be Chris.

"Christopher?" Yes that's right, you lost his son, but he's not looking at you – he's starting to run.

He's running; you turn and the world starts to spin, that boy over there, could that really be him?

"Dad!" he calls out and your legs start to shake and you watch as the two of them firmly embrace and relief washes over you – Chris is okay. At long last you can finally call it a day.

"He was looking for–"

"Buck,

what

happened

to you?"

[jackwhiteprophetic]

this goes beyond friendship and I love you to the core this goes beyond friendship and I love you to the core this goes beyond friendship and I love you to the core this goes beyond friendship and I love you to the core this goes beyond friendship and I love you to the core this goes beyond friendship and I love you to the core this goes beyond friendship and I love you to the core this goes beyond friendship and I love you to the core this goes beyond friendship and I love you to the core this goes beyond friendship and I love you to the core this goes beyond friendship and I love you to the core this goes beyond friendship and I love you to the core

[ashiqui]

THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO LEAVE AND PEOPLE WHO KNOW HOW TO BE LEFT.

jan heller levi, waiting for this story to end before i begin another / interstellar (2014), dir. christopher nolan / taylor swift, anti-hero / ocean vuong, on earth we’re briefly gorgeous / the national, pink rabbits / jungsuk lee (x) / rien ne va plus, margarita karapanou (trans. karen emmerich) / 9-1-1, 1x10 / maggie stiefvater, the raven boys / richard siken, the worm king’s lullaby / john banville, the sea / beginners (2010), dir. mike mills / it’s time to go, taylor swift / wildest dreams (2014), dir. joseph kahn / karese burrows, poem for your leaving

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[evanbi-ckley]

🌊

🌊 the hurricane [poem]

All is lost between the storm and the eye The hurricane pitching us out with the tide We'll not make it home nor ever be dry

[userotp]

we belong where love finds us. — ANNE MICHAELS, a definition of fiction and poetry