#Im practically a poet

[eviecahir]

My desk in the studio, which looks out to the ocean below. There's a fairly steep drop with houses popping out along the coastline, fig trees creating sweet smelling borders between yards, goatbells twinkling in the background and warm salty dust blowing in gently.

[damian-lil-babybat]

'Dead Poets Society' gang

Headcanon that these four drop poetry and literature quotes on their conversations unprompted.

Jason 'English-major-I-only-visit-the-manor-for-the-library' Todd-Wayne

Damian 'I-master-liberal-arts-unlike-you-plebs-PHD-holder' al Ghul-Wayne

Cassandra 'I-learn-English-thru-Shakespeare-as-god-intended' Cain-Wayne

Duke 'only-title-holder-of-vigilante-poet-and-will-cuss-you-just-as-poetically' Thomas-(future) Wayne

[clowningcrows]

there may actually be an anderperry one shot coming up soon yall....

[random-lil-illing]

so, i have a new movie/fictional guy to obsess over - in my defense, my friend dragged me into this fandom

[rogdona]

[say-hi-intrepid-heroes]

small mental health win (parent finally understands that i can be triggered by things and feels pity)

[sizzy-ling]

remember how I previously stated Charlie likes being manhandled? Yeah, I think Knox may like it even more. Also, these two are ridiculously into power play..

[weirdopponent]

FRUITS THAT COULD HAVE BEEN GROWING ON THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE

The apple, the classic, bright red like struck skin

fits firmly in your palm.

You crush it in your teeth and between your jaws, it snaps like broken bone.

Scavengers feast on what remains, what you leave behind.

The pomegranate, cut in half, bleeds like a heart

from four chambers, from its severed veins

which it doesn't need anymore, taken from its body like this

The peach falls to the ground and no one catches it in time

and it bruises readily, tenderly

martyred for the health of the earth

The cherry grows in pairs

One holds the other which holds the other back

When you split them apart, the ladder of your ribs aches in sympathy

The apricot shines golden from its perch in the golden sun

reminding you of the guardians blinding halo, its fierce flaming swords

Is it ever blinded? The fruit is sweet on the tongue

A banana?

That's just silly.

[sea-dwelling-wizard]

Bringer of Light

I remember that sacred night 

Where you showed me those wings,

and the room glowed with light—

Mortal things: dying, sick--- the most delicate,

I thought,

Yet the Divine; immortal, selfless--- radiate.

Bringer of Light, the one I call dear;

Will my soul wear 

While you dance away? 

Will you whisper sweet lies 

While my body dies? 

While I wrinkle of old age

Will you still hold my face? 

While you laugh, and that sweet sound fills my ears...

Will I be able to laugh, beyond my years?

...is it true? 

Was it selfish, my love for you?

Then why do you, love

Walk on the ground?

Then why do you, peaceful as a dove

Tame the greedy like a hellhound? 

Is it because of me?

Did I ruin it, your divinity?

[shari-ya]

i made a mistake once, like every other mortal here does. i once made the mistake of thinking that my friend will always be my friend. that the quotidian will always remain. that i will always be able to call out her name, watch her stop midst the busy street and turn around for me. that i will never be too far away from her, at least not emotionally. it was an easy mistake to make, an innocent one. like when you are a kid and you think that your favorite season will last much longer that it actually does. an inevitable lie to dwell into. so many years down the line, i fell for many other fallacies but this one will haunt me for a long run, for many days to come. i still fall asleep thinking about us and what we were occasionally as i, a long time ago, have decided to take you as a memory rather than a lesson while i secretly prayed that you did the same. i believe a lesson learnt is an event forgotten once you get over it and a memory gained is a life lived every single time you think about it. i have lived us for a boundless time and each time my heart ached terribly. it was not abrupt, the separation between you and i. but it was more like — a leaf gently set on the water as we both watched it go away. on some nights when loneliness starts weighing a little too much, i take a stroll by the coast side praying in my heart for the wind to soar it back to me.

[muldur]

I used to think writing rhyming poetry was cringe and a silly poetic pursuit but i know now you can be quite serious about silliness and actually it's good for you and everyone should try it. here are two of my new silly poems to spread the cheer. can opener and duck.

[forgetmeyes-poetry]

⋆ . ˚ Ashtray ˚. ⋆

I’ve started to feel myself slipping away My kaleidoscopic world turning gray Pondered about things I would never say Out loud And you made me pay For not always letting things go your way I held the weight Kept moving on with the sky on my shoulders I was the first to break Let you toss me into the ashtray I still let you stay Although it doesn't matter no more Because I promised, I had swore But I don't want this anymore It's time I held your gaze And naivety might be a sin But it’s all I want these days

[holytrickster]

my phone just crashed while I'm trying to find all the words i need to try and translate this poem into quenya I'm gonna cry fbfnd that's at least a few hours of mindlessly scrolling and writing things down lost ...anyway ambar eldaron is a good dictionary I've been using it to find all the synonyms i can for this

[twopercentboy]

I could write shit on a wall

Sign it

And you'd still love it enough to

Unabashadly say I remind you of your favorite poet (something i will cherish till the universe lays flat)

Or love something so much it makes you talk about your life

Memories

Features

Maybe subconsciously you know how much i treasure these anecdotes

Or maybe youre just that beautiful

But I adore you

And your poor vision

PoetAnon

funny enough this one also very much reminds me of my favorite poet giggle the rhythm of the words and especially the parentheses asides, though I wonder if it may just also be a modern+queer poetry thing, like assumedly similar (queer and/or specifically queer American) cultural influences and while v technically speaking I don't know for sure, I'm going to jump to the assumption that this poetry is perhaps the teeniest tiniest bit queer 🤏 but knowing the way lots of modern queer poetry is written and writing good poetry are two separate things and ur definitely the latter

also makes me realize that ur writing all these poems for me and you probably don't even know my face, which is crazy to me that u saw the way I present myself on Tumblr (not that I'm Trying to present myself a specific way, more so that I don't post about myself much I suppose) and thought I was worth writing poems for, just based on the very limited anecdotes I make on posts or in tags

and another anecdote about my vision (I could honestly just go on and on and on bc I find vision in general pretty interesting): since ive had glasses since I was 3 or 4 I didn't quite realize just how bad my eyes are compared to ppl who don't need glasses until last year. like I had no frame of practical reference how other people see until a lab activity where we had to test our vision in different ways and I decided to do it without my glasses for funsies. I learned very quickly that without my glasses my depth perception is jack shit, which explains why I always have trouble with walls in the middle of the night, and I also realized how badly nearsighted I am without my glasses too. like yk the letter charts? well most ppl when standing 20 ft from it can read the 20/20 vision line (normal vision acuity), I could only read the 20/100 line with complete accuracy, which means i can see at 20 feet away what most people can see at 100 feet. and I was doing those tests with a bunch of my friends around so for the next like 3 weeks they kept bringing up how bad my eyes are, especially my very much lacking depth perception 💀 and the worst part is the depth perception test I mostly just guessed and hoped bc i couldnt really tell so its probably worse than that test showed. oh and I realized how bad/annoying my astigmatism is during this Christmas break bc we went to Austin and there are so many more cars there and I realized I could never drive at night in a big ish city bc the headlights would just be too much 😭

[diah-the-demon]

still need to find a song to practice and sing for my singing lesson 2 weeks from now

[d3stinyist1red]

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ɢʏᴀʀᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 𝟸

yan gyaru who is your clingy bestfriend

Every morning, he made sure to time his arrival perfectly so that he’d “accidentally” run into you near the lockers. "N/n!~" He grinned at you as you opened you locker, twirling his hair.

“Kajiro,” you greeted, adjusting your bag. “What’s up?”

“Just waiting for my favorite person, obviously.” He grinned, stepping closer. “You know, we should totally hang out after school today. I’ve been thinking about you all morning.” He pouted, trying to convince you. "wait no, we should have a sleepover!" His face lit up like a Christmas tree, eyes sparkling with excitement as you stared at him confused

"Im bus-"

"Okay, ill be at your house at 3pm, baby!" He said as he waved at you and left, blowing you a kiss.

meanwhile ur friend next to you looks at u weirdly "how tf did you bag that" You js shrugged

yan gyaru who while during class, spams u

ᴋ𝟺ᴊɪғᴏʀʟɪғᴇᴇᴇᴇ ׂ

hiii n/n :3

lets meet uppp!!!!

i wanna see ur faceee ;3

babyyyyy cmonnnn

im SOOOOO bored in this class without uuuu

i need to see u before i go crazyyyy :(

ʜᴏᴇsʟᴜᴠʏ/ɴ

bruh no

last time we met up in the middle of class, u wanted me to js skip n go on a date

n stop texting im abt to get my phone taken by the teacher

ᴋ𝟺ᴊɪғᴏʀʟɪғᴇᴇᴇᴇ ׂ

:( n/n ur so mean!

n change ur username nowwww!!!!

im supposed to be the only hoe that loves u!!!

GASPPP

do u have other hoes?!?!?!??! Are u cheating??!?!?! Youve been playing hello kitty adventure with some other bitches?!??!!?N/n, i will rip their scalp off their head, and throw a table at them.

Y/n L/n, who are the bitches u call hoes?

y/n, if u dont block them now, ur gonnna see me on the news for murder.

yan gyaru who during english class, just writes poets about his love to you. In art, he draws you and him getting married. In math, he daydreams about the day you guys live in a cute cottage home with your 2 bunnies, and a cat.

yan gyaru who once the final bell rings, hes OUT that class, practically running out to go to your class so you wont leave him.

yan gyaru who finally found you, and was huffing and puffing from all that running before grinning at you. "Lets go, babe?" He said, grabbing your backpack from your shoulders and carrying it himself.

It’s Friday night, and you’ve somehow got dragged into having a sleepover with the guy who’s been obsessively crushing on you for ages—your bubbly gyaru friend, who just can’t get enough of you.

The whole walk to your house, he was gushing and nonstop talking about how fun it was gonna be. “Babe! This is gonna be so fun, I can’t wait!” he chirps, holding onto your arm tightly as if he has doubts that you were gonna run away.

yan gyaru who from the second he steps in your home, he’s a non-stop chatterbox. He’s talking about everything—school, the latest drama, his favorite new clothes, and of course, you. His eyes are constantly on you, lighting up every time you laugh or even just nod along, internally cheering that he made you laugh.

“Oh my god, Y/N, have you seen the latest episode of that show we talked about? We have to watch it together tonight! It’s gonna blow your mind!” He said as he played with your hair.

You can tell he’s beyond excited just to be around you, and his energy is contagious. He’s always smiling, laughing, and playfully bumping your shoulder whenever he makes a joke.

yan gyaru whose endlessly complimenting you. He just can’t stop complimenting you. Whether you’re dressed up or in casual sleepover clothes, he’s still in awe of you. “You look cute even in pajamas, Y/N. Like, how is that fair?” He pouted, scrunching his eyebrows together as he rubbed your arm up and down

He loves finding excuses to be near you—adjusting your hair, teasing you about how comfy you look, or even just admiring your smile. “You’re seriously too cute, I’m not even joking. I could stare at you forever, hehe~.”

"bro"

yan gyaru who inists on staying up late even if your half asleep by 10 pm. He’s full of bubbly energy, even when you’re eyes are starting to close. “We can’t go to bed yet! We have to at least talk about… everything!”

He starts asking more personal questions as the night goes on, his obsession peeking through. “What’s your favorite part of the day? Did you think about me at all today?” His voice is playful, but you can tell he genuinely cares about your answers by the way he intently listens

When you start to get drowsy and start giving mumbled answers, he gives a soft laugh. “You’re so pretty when you’re sleepy. Here, let’s get comfy,” he says, tugging the blanket closer around you both.

yan gyaru who the next morning,

yan gyaru who teasing you about how you slept, offering to make breakfast, and texting you immediately after he leaves

ᴋ𝟺ᴊɪғᴏʀʟɪғᴇᴇᴇᴇ ׂ

last night was soooo funnn! lets do it again this week yeah? :3

yan gyaru who is ur fashionista bestie who is a little too obsessed with you <3