#A really really bad poem
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Me, adhd posting into the void because all of my thousands of followers apparently died in the great nipple purge of '18
My ice-cream, sadly melting, forgotten and alone
#This qualifies as a poem right?#In a Bo Burnham way but still#A really really bad poem#I apologise to everyone in the poetry community#I have covid and it's made me weird#Could do with a last stanza honestly but I can't be assed
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DIRECTOR'S NOTE âą Nov. 2023
You can't go home. This play has a particular care for and interest in its victims. The resident
inciting event is endless. tragedy is much more concerned with footnotes than it is with gods.
well acquainted with what happens afterward, storytellers claim they can't diverge from what's
written: resist. rage against what must be. tell a story about war without talking
about love. survive its aftermath. fail to find resolution. make this suffering
a home. There's no breaking this chainâ fate, as always, gets its way.
Poetry assembled from the program of an Oresteia production. Nov. 2023.
#p#analog#oscillating wildly between liking and hating this but you have to get the gunk out to get going again#the last line...the rest of the poem has to be REALLY solid for it to work and im. not sure it is. but its here lol#bad 'scan' quality too but i am too impatient to wait to get to a real scanner#what i do like about this one is the enjambment#i think its some of my best
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haunts the punk rocker with gay thoughts
prompt: dream
#spider man: across the spider verse#spider punk#spider noir#hobie brown#noirpunk#noirpunkweek#companion to kenâs piece <3#ough i love love love when theyre pining idiots#when the rebel icon rockstar falls for the vintage noir detectiveâŠâŠ.#âpsh i dont lie awake thinkin bout imâŠâŠ. i fall asleep and dream bout imâ#when heâs flustered and blushy and Uncool around pete >>>>>#hes just so into him and hes dumb about it!!! the untouchable star façade falters!!#oh btw thats a mauser c96 pete has#prolly the closest to his movie modelâs gun besides the 14 nambu which was a bad ww2 japanese pistol lol#im very happy with this one too im really proud of how pete turned out#all the poetry is pretty easy to read the title of except#âpoem for my loveâ by june jordan in the left corner and A by samuel menashe on the right side#the false idols thing is a tweet from badend_doll i found on probably pinterest#cw gun
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sorry i cant just "be casual" it's either you get paragraphs about my devotion to our friendship and every little thing i love about you or you get nothing
#i say im bad with words#but actually im really good in a poetic sense#too bad we're not in shakespearean times#idk if im spelling that correctly đ„#poetry#spilled thoughts#my thoughts#spilled ink#poem#ninety sixth post
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kurunthokai, 168 â âwhat the hero said to his heartâ
#i did this in a rush. that's why some things look wonky and weird and T-T#me drawing vague shapes then scribbling over them#here is some pavayatri for you#goldenmodel#pavitr x gayatri#literally whatever you call them#i tried translating slash rewriting the original kurunthokai poem#but it's in pure tamil so most of the words don't really line up with modern tamil/english#so i put my degree in bad writing to use. hopefully this does the poem justice#anyway yeah. have these babies#i love pavitr and gayatri so much!!!!!#i saw this poem and immediately thought âyou know what would be absolutely sick. asm121 redrawâ#and then I DID IT#no i am not sorry. not really. dw i gave myself psychic damage while drawing this#âthe night gayatri singh diedâ be like#gayatri singh#pavitr prabhakar#spider man india#atsv#atsv pavitr#spider man#artoftheagni#its 1am rn if you have any beef with me please wait another six hours. i hate staying up so late
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Six impossible things before breakfast
Little twist with sentient twst au, yes, I didn't expect this either. Masterlist with more works here
We've probably all heard the joke about "How many light bulbs does it take to (insert whatever)." Who would have thought that you would use a slightly modified version of it: how many more coincidences must happen to realize the truth.
Although can anyone really blame you for not wanting to admit that you are a bunch of colored pixels created purely for entertainment purposes? No, it even sounds nice. After all, your purpose was to create extras, a stage on which the main characters performed and shone. Those who had faces.
Did you always have yours? Could you always see it in the mirror in the morning?
Did figurative shivers run down your spine every time a faceless classmate addressed you? One of ten, hundreds, exactly the same. Have the main bunch had the same problem? That's the question you'd been asking yourself lately. Did they shrug off empty, replaceable shells, or at least for a second consider them their equals?
Perhaps the question should have been asked differently. Was this in the order of things for them, because the thought of the incorrectness of worldly norms did not flash through their heads. Or it was something simple and very banal - they did not realize that they were part of the game.
Were you special? The thought was flattering, but it was stupid to start turning up your nose. Maybe the supreme programmer, like the smart guys from Ignihyde, could consider you a virus, a bug, an annoying nuisance, which can be gotten rid of in a couple of seconds. Click and that's it, your file would be deleted.
The idea that death could be more than just literal took you by surprise.
It all started with a strange feeling of dĂ©jĂ vu, with a strange cyclical nature of what was happening. How the seasons did not change according to the laws of nature or, on the contrary, lasted longer than expected. Sometimes you wondered what month was going on, at least by counting. Or how you couldnât say with certainty what year of study you were in. When was your graduation? Would it ever come?
How many times did the main characters celebrate their birthday? How many times had you celebrated it? Did you celebrate it from the start?
Lessons
Breaks
Exams
Holidays
Lessons
Was there an end to this merging stream of eternal students? Was the dormitory assignment ceremony that important? How many real âfirst-year studentsâ were admitted each year? Why couldn't your educational journey end? Time adjusted and obeyed an invisible force; it existed only when it was convenient for someone.
Catching the attention of the local spotlight and getting on stage was the best way to get labeled as a "bug" and ask to be removed. However, the main threat was only the erasure of memory.
The next discovery was doubt about oneâs own âspecialness.â When consciousness had nothing to do, it began to cling to different details, trying to look for differences in a series of events repeated in the film.
When you knew what to look for, small mistakes that were not noticeable at first glance stand out more than usual. A slight shadow of boredom on the faces of the main ones. Lack of interest in the educational process and exams. As if only one âexamâ was important in a bunch of exactly the same events. When the first years of Heartslabyul signed a contract with Ashengrotto.
With new information in mind, it became easier to identify important âeventsâ and track time based on them. By how many times they were repeated in the endless flow of time. Taking notes and somehow recording data was more dangerous than you thought, all that was left was to come up with methods known to you alone. For example, in a dorm room on the bedside table there was a cluster of glasses, each containing specific color of pencils.
Did your roommates start to think you were weird and obsessed with order and cleanliness? Their right. You didn't care what they thought, besides, they would forget about it with the coming of a new day.
In order not to completely go crazy, you began to peer into the âfacesâ of other students, trying to spot at least a feature that distinguishes one from another. Either this world was too lazy, creating copy after copy in every dorm, or there was no point in trying. If you somehow came to terms with the feeling of the meaninglessness of what was happening, then the appearance of one student in several places at the same time still caused rejection.
Disgusting
If this world was someoneâs experiment, then why were events cyclical? If this was a cage, then where was the exit. If this was a prison, then who was being held in it?
You made a mistake in observing a person without magic from another world. Trying to figure out whether Yuu's "world" was truly different or just as much a part of predestination as everything around. Was âYuuâ really the main one or just an extra? You could have sworn they didn't have a face. At least such clear features as all the main ones. Just as there was no character, how in each of the repeating events they could behave differently.
It was a breath of fresh air in the routine of never-ending study. The watching of the only part capable of changing in the world, subject to the same rules.
That's why, when one of the main ones suddenly approached you, you thought you were dreaming. Whether it was possible to fall asleep in the simulation was another question. Usually you went to bed, closed eyes, only to open them the next second to the sound of the alarm clock.
"Can I help you with something?" You smiled politely, but was it worth it? Could the main bunch distinguish between persons different from their privileged group.
Hunt. Was that his name? You weren't completely sure. He was part of something forbidden, something to be avoided at all costs. Part of the three âdonâtsâ: donât look for information;donât mention; donât give yourself unnecessary temptations. Returning to the present moment, he just looked into your eyes with his constant smile, as if trying to find confirmation of something.
Like a true NPC, you continued to stand, frozen in one position and waiting for his answer. Until awareness came as abruptly as his appearance in principle. He looked straight into your eyes. Could he see your face the same way you saw it in the mirror? How long ago? Could the rest of the main ones see you too?
A billion questions were spinning in head at the same time as you tried to come up with a suitable excuse and reason to leave. The changes turned out to be too unexpected and frightening. Perhaps with the advent of a new âdayâ everything would return to normal.
âIs there a knight in the world who is not ready to devote all his deeds to one and only one, if this opens the veil of secrets at least a little? Will it allow him to find out what thoughts are spinning in head?â
It's a pity he was not a knight. Even though each word was pronounced with a special intonation, you only thought about how much water there was in his speech. Unfortunately, saying this out loud was an unaffordable luxury.
"..Is that so?"
âYou are right, an Ă©toile (star), I may be not one of their noble number, but even so I am not able to deny their order.â You let him continue, mentally counting down the minutes until the bell rang for lesson. âI may not have a sword in sheath, but It won`t change a way I live! Your smile can make my whole heart melt. There isn't lie in way I feltâ
âIâm not good at poetry, but the rhyme is lame, Sir Hunt,â if itâs there.
âYouâre right, writing poems is just one of my hobbies, to which I devote my few free leisure hours,â he continued, as if your words didnât hurt him at all. âI hasten to assure you that there was no malicious intent in my actions. This modest hunter only wanted to greet a new connoisseur of everything beautiful and interesting."
No matter how much you hate beating around the bush, doubts creeping in from randomly thrown words. Sometimes the phrases spoken directly were the most frightening. However, not wanting to part with your role as an extra - which was burdensome, but at the same time giving a semblance of freedom - you continued to pretend to be an NPC.
"Should I congratulate you?.. Congratulations!" Any member of the film club would envy your feigned sincerity. A bell in three, two, "I donât dare detain you any longer.â
The unsaid `like you would me` hung in the air. You had to hold out for the few remaining hours until the end. Fortunately, the main one did let you go, but smile, saying that its owner knew everything in the world, left an unpleasant aftertaste. One that your intuition suggested would accompany you for the next days.
It's going to be a very long a few hours.
#by the way it`s quote from Alice in Wonderland#i serached for ideas before saw this one#i liked it more then i probably should#rook's only role probably to appear and make already bad thing go worst#also#just in case... the poems were not written poorly on purpose#it really is so-so#this is not the author's idea#but a lack of necessary skills#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#sentient au twst#sentient twst au#yandere sentient twst#sentient twst#yandere x reader#yandere twst#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twisted wonderland x reader#twst rook#twst rook hunt#rook x reader#rook hunt
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help can someone find me this poem that is maybe called something like "lesbians by themselves" and the only part I remember is like "when we are by ourselves, we sit like this, or even
Like
This"
truly I am going feral trying to find this on this hopeless website, any help would be appreciated
#whoever finds this gets kissed on the mouth unless you dont want to#in which case i will send you a picture of a flower i promise#i just really really want to read that poem again#and the internet is a terrible place if you have a big heart but bad memory
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Finished I think! Not sure what else to put
I was gonna quote somthing but I forgor. Maybe I'll edit this later.
Aziraphales version:
EDIT:
I ALWAYS FORGET HIS FREAKING TATTO đ
#katt1e#ibispaint art#crowley with piercings supremacy#good omens#i have no clue how to tag this#fanart#good omens crowley#star maker#crowley#drawing is hard#I was gonna quote this really pretty good omens poem but I couldn't find it#Aziraphale's version coming soon#2 years later im gonna look back and say that this looks really bad#im pretty proud of this#good omens fanart#crowley with mullet supremacy
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Thoughts~
I thought it'd be fun to do mem cakes for a few characters so you guys can see how 8 currently views certain people
#art#digital art#splatoon 3#splatoon#splatoon art#marina ida#splatoon marina#splatoon au#fuzzy 8 au#fuzzy 8#splatoon agent 8#agent 8#mem cakes#really bad poem imo lol
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Went to a hanfu tryout and fan painting event!
I tried on this Tang dynasty style hanfu, and although it was a bit too big for me and I could not get used to the sleeves (they kept getting caught on things), it was very fun!
I only wrote the date in the ćčČæŻ (ganzhi, 60 year cycle) format and my name (Feng **) because I wanted to write something but had no idea what to write. I was originally going to write in a more cursive style, but then I chickened out, so my writing looks like a little kid's here lmao.
(My phone camera's quality is shit, sorry)
#blu speaks#hanfu#painting#ink painting#looking at the fan now i wish i added more flowers#looks kinda sad lol#not bad for someone who hasn't drawn or painted in years though i think#also everyone else's fans were really good!#i saw someone write a poem on his in a very stylistic fashion#it looked so cool
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i cant wait to kiss you. to hold your face in my hands. to feel your lips on mine. i want to drown myself into you. forget about the world and just focus on you.
#love poetry#nblnb#nblnb thoughts#poems#poems and poetry#love poem#short poem#i love him#in love#friends to lovers#i just really want to kiss him#down bad#t4t love#nblnb yearning#we yearnin#yearning
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A Duet, a Solo
Little bird,
Do you hear these songs I play for thee
Each little note
Every strumming of strings
Each and every one of them
Dedicated to you alone
Can you hear them
These string of keys
The responding sound of my heart
This noise dedicated to you
Little bird
Little bird
Silent as you are,
Once more
I long to hear your song
Will there ever be a day
That we will play together again
Little bird.
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@kiisuuumii (and you come to mind)
#poetblr#poemblr#poets community#poets on tumblr#poets of tumblr#poets cafe#poets corner#writers community#writeblr#writers and poets#poem#poetry#original poetry#original poem#i cant keep sitting on this one i like it too much to not share ><#im really bad at this semi hiatus thing ..............#kiisuuumii#â
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I ! WANT ! TO HEAR ! VULCAN ! POETRY !
#let me hear Tuvok's terrible poetry that everyone hates!!!! <3#I wish this episode had a data poetry-esque scene where we saw Tuvok reciting a snippet of his poem and everyone's rudely sleeping and then#like Harry starts snoring and Tuvok stops to look at him and they're saved by a yellow alert or something#I wanna hear it!!!!!! I am fully willing to believe that Tuvok's poetry is just bad but I'm also always interested in alien art!!#I want to determine if Tuvok's poetry was really bad or if the Humans are just being mean (like with Data - I stand by him)
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Pete being sick with fever laying on Vegas' bed at the safehouse, Pete being delirious from it, Pete being asked to say more about himself by a curious Vegas who wants to find something to compare his worthless life to, to see if it could be any worse (to deflect, to escape), Pete resisting it until he can't, Pete telling Vegas stories of his past, of his younger self, of a scared boy thrown into the ring to fight, to win something he couldn't, Pete telling Vegas about his mother, the one he barely knew before she was taken from him, Pete telling Vegas about his father, about how he hit him when he lost and how he hit him when he won (those are the most difficult stories to tell), how different it felt, how unfair it was until it wasn't, until it was just something that happened, Pete telling Vegas how he got used to it, until he remembers he should twist the story somehow to make Vegas understand it's not his fault, because it's not Pete who sucks, it's his father who sucks, but he's sick with fever and he's tired, so the words are difficult to leave his mouth, Pete feeling shame and regret in sharing those hidden parts of himself, Vegas feeling shame and regret in pulling them out of Pete as if he's digging up a grave, but Pete gets worse before he gets better, and every night the cycle repeats.
#hello can you tell I've been reading Richard Siken's poetry lately?#I just remembered how the first poem of Crush has the title Scheherazade and it gave me thoughts#which turned into feelings#which turned into this#Pete trying to survive everyday at the safehouse by telling Vegas stories#stories which grant him more days of living#but is it worth it?#is it worth exposing parts of yourself to someone who will take advantage of them to hurt you in ways you won't be prepared for?#one could think#I would really like to write sth for this actually#but no promises I'm bad at those#kpanniversary2024#vegaspete#yu is writing
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I could write a sonnet about this photo
#SONNETS ARE POEMS#(Sorry I had to)#Itâs the belt chain-#It caught his expression at a really bad place tho#Itâs ok Iâm still madly in love with him#brody grant#jean has thoughts
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