#IT'S POETRY IT WRITES ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lucidloving]

D. Alan Holmes, Enlightenment // Signet Amenti // @cryptonature // Alan Wilsom Watts // Evan M. Cohen, "Oceans" // Nikita Gill // @pauladoodles // Julian Gough, "Minecraft End Poem" // Sleeping At Last—Saturn

[schneesisterss]

alicent standing finally free amongst the sky and sea and rhaenyra crushed by the weight of history

[fearandhatred]

i was thinking about this line from my fic:

But the fall had hurt, too. Because the wind had cut into his useless wings like knives, his skin and grace peeling away under the friction, and he had been looking right up at the multicoloured and unreachable expanse of sky just to see it fade from his eyes into dull greys.

and i came up with this. i hope the vision came through

[temothylol]

i was struggling with shadows quills the other day, so i was scrolling through reference images, trying to figure out how his silhouette works.

and then i realized that its a star.

and i had to sit down with that realization

[ghosts-of-love]

you know how people always write "clean me" on the back of dirty vans? drove to big tesco earlier and saw this instead

[sheavesandbounds]

sometimes her family looks at me and their tongues curl around the name of a dead girl i stare them in the eyes with an unfamiliar smile until they swallow it down uncomfortably they do not know what i am all anyone knows is that she went away and i came back in her place i wear her skin i carry her flesh and bones and puppet them as if they were mine but they do not fit me and so her family wails and cries: how could i desecrate her memory? how could i even consider changing her body? how could i mutilate her? she is not the one being mutilated i have sliced and torn and ripped away parts of my soul to try and fit this body, yet it slowly rots around me i can feel it coming apart at the seams from the pressure of containing even fragments of me and still they call me her name, as if they cannot smell the stench of death

i understand that they loved her they miss her they mourn for her they think that i am doing this to hurt them her can they not see that dragging around this corpse under the guise of being her is more disrespectful to her memory than anything else? can they not see that i loved her too?

the girl is dead but the body remains i will reshape it to fit me and it will be my turn to live.

Inspired by this post and the tags

[usefulquotes7]

I desire a love so beautiful that it surpasses the word itself. A love felt so deeply it makes a fool out of the definition. A love so grand that a new word must be invented just to describe our intricate connection. Lynette Simeone

[halcyon-and-elysian]

being a writer is crying over a character you haven't named yet because you have realized they, in fact, cannot escape the narrative.

[zytes]

neucypher

[krash-8]

have you ever sipped the galaxy like tea

[lollytea]

I really love hope is a thing with feathers and I also really LOVE the hope as a sewer rat poem too but I wish it was not explicity written as "well actually" against Dickinson asgvsjnk. The imagery is SO GOOD but this whole vibe of "my metaphor is better than your metaphor" kinda sours it for me

[crystaljellie]

Creating is something that's so special and so meaningful, bringing thoughts to life and bring comfort or joy or even simply just leaving other people with that feeling of being understood. Or putting something into this world that's so close to your soul you may as well be writing the lines of your body on a page. The joy of creating in the form of a brush stroke or the writing of a pen or the movements of a dance or acting or whatever it is. You are creating you are bringing your vision and your joy into the world. Or your sorrow. Maybe creating is something that starts with your wants. But it reaches more than just you, maybe thousands more, or maybe one lonely person, who is seen. No. who is saved. by your work. So I refuse to stop creating, to stop expressing my thoughts and my feelings. I will write and I will make and I will share the words of my soul with no end. Because creating is saving me and maybe saving someone else.

[northern-passage]

i wrote a 500 word dynamic poem for neo-twiny jam :-)

i rewrote this in a few different ways with a handful of different drafts before settling on just doing a poem; this originally came from a full branching narrative i've had stewing for a while, and i might come back to it one day. but for now i enjoyed channeling that into this poem, which has also been very influenced by the fact that i've been writing hungry vampires for almost 2 months now.... it was also my first time messing with audio in twine, which ended up being way easier than i expected (i'm sure it helped that i only used one audio sample tho)

faith does contain sexual content, and while not super explicit, it is the main theme of the poem.

anyways hope you enjoy and check out the other entries here!

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Brassai

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Try to Praise the Mutilated World by Wislawa Szymborska

Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew. The nettles that methodically overgrow the abandoned homesteads of exiles. You must praise the mutilated world. You watched the stylish yachts and ships; one of them had a long trip ahead of it, while salty oblivion awaited others. You’ve seen the refugees heading nowhere, you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully. You should praise the mutilated world. Remember the moments when we were together in a white room and the curtain fluttered. Return in thought to the concert where music flared. You gathered acorns in the park in autumn and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars. Praise the mutilated world and the gray feather a thrush lost, and the gentle light that strays and vanishes and returns.

(Translated from Polish by Clare Cavanagh)

[babe-heffron]

on its own i think points is a very good episode and a very good finale which works very well tonally internally, i think the flipping between the almost summer holiday like feel to the horror of grant getting shot etc works really well to capture that period of the war, and aside from a few parts (they didn't need to use the germans as mouthpieces for what they want to say about easy actually) its a good episode. there just needed to be an episode in between it and why we fight so bad omg.

[usefulquotes7]

Don’t be intimidated by other people’s opinions. Only mediocrity is sure of itself, so take risks and do what you really want to do. Paulo Coelho