#Poetry I have written

[remwantsmorewords]

Linking my most... Popular(????) poem from AO3 + putting down below 🥰

Like Icarus

There is a part of me

That will always reach for the stars

Long for the chance that Icarus lost

To take to the skies and achieve freedom

With wings of wax and plucked feathers

Or wings made my own blood and bone

Whatever will keep me in the sky

But I also long for the waters

The depths that swallowed Icarus whole

Unforgiving and filled with the unknown

Dark and deep, ever churning

To fade into the midnight waters

And never again long for air

To become one with the tides

Never again have to care

But my feet are bound

Firmly to solid grounds

Shackles invisible, ever tightening

Choking my voice and hindering my limbs

And somehow, like Icarus, I still fall.

[cntarella]

"Antique" by Robert Pinsky

[fixing-bad-posts]

about the Lore.Fm situation. If you haven't heard, pod fic is a GAMECHANGER

(ao3 podfics | audiofic archive)

[demonstenes]

In the darkness of the room I hear you gently breathing, And I think this is my doom Because my heart is leaving. When you softly scrape my neck With the harshness of your hair, I must double-triple-check That I am really aware, That it is not all a dream, And through accident or luck, However odd it may seem, In this bed we are both stuck. Not awaiting the next day I hope always here we stay.

Day 1: There's Only One Bed

(a sonnet written from Morph's pov)

@morpherine-events

[atopvisenyashill]

Thoughts on the Alysanne is Maegor's daughter AU? I feel like it has some interesting potential, and it vastly recontextualizes different parts of Jaehaehae (I do not like him sjsjsjs) and Alysanne's relationship (such as Jaehaehae's treatment of their daughters) but I wanna hear what you think about it!

I’ve touched on this a bit before but since you actually want to hear my thoughts, allow me to present to you my Jaehaerys Is The Goddamn Worst, And Alysanne Annoys Me Too: An Essay lmao but my answer is basically “yeah all of what you just said.”

I think it makes Alysanne much more palatable (to me) as a character because as she stands, she just fixates on forcing her daughters through these fucked up marriages at too young an age bc it traumatized her to be married and pregnant at 15 too but she’d never admit that being a willing participant in her own kidnapping by her brother-husband was the single worst thing that ever happened to her, and because Alysanne doesn’t want to admit it (and Jaehaerys would never see it as wrong or a mistake) F&B really shies away from delving into the fact that Alysanne is as deranged of a mother as Cersei is. So as she stands, she’s very flat to me because she’s presented very flatly and inconsistently. She’s so in love with Jaehaerys, she’s maritally raped by Jaehaerys, she’s a loving and doting mother, she forces her daughters into marriages when they’re the same too young age she was, she accuses her teenage girls of being scheming whores then gets angry when her husband accuses their teenage girls of being scheming whores, and worst of all we are just told “Maegelle tells them to make up so they do” so we don’t know why Alysanne gets over all of this. What is the point of riding a dragon when you never use that dragon to protect your daughters from unwanted teen marriages? We’re just not given a good enough justification for why her behavior is so weird and frustrating towards her daughters.

Make her Maegor’s daughter though…most of her behavior as an adult makes more sense. Like a worse version of Rhaenyra’s childhood almost - a father desperate for a son, but lowkey obsessed with his daughter, who makes all his hang ups about his parents the problems of every woman around him, except Maegor is out here blood sacrificing and torturing and starting wars and forcing babies on wives he discards quickly and brutally. Then here comes Jaehaerys on a white horse green dragon to save her from the horror her life has become, and he loves her so much he runs away with her even though Alyssa says they shouldn’t marry because people won’t like it. And they have beautiful children, and a beautiful marriage, and build a beautiful kingdom.

Then her pregnancies start getting dangerous. Gaemon, then Valerion, die. Alysanne thinks of the shriveled up mutants she called brothers, if Maegor’s taint has passed to her. Her perfect husband ignores her no, and forces Gael on her. Alysanne remembers that he said nothing to Rogar when Alyssa died, merely wept. Then her daughters start to die. Daella, Alyssa, Viserra, all within a few years. Then Jaehaerys makes Saera watch as he murders her boyfriend, calls her a whore, and says Alysanne cannot follow Saera to Lys. Alysanne thinks of Maegor torturing the Harroways over Alys’ presumed infidelity. Jaehaerys says he’s sorry, and her daughter badgers her into forgiving him, and she remembers how she helped Jaehaerys badger Alyssa into forgiving Rogar. Not two years later, Jaehaerys passes over Rhaenys. Alysanne thinks of how she was never enough for her father, how she felt so superior to Rhaena banished to Dragonstone and resented by Aerea, yet there she is dragging Gael away from court because she can’t stand to be with Jaehaerys. How her father was surrounded by dead women and dead babies and how Jaehaerys is surrounded by his own dead daughters, but surely she did the right thing, surely Maegor was worse, surely the realm is better off? Is he right to pass over Rhaenys? Is she enabling a man just as monstrous as her father? She will never decide, because Maegelle will guilt her about keeping Gael isolated at Dragonstone, and Alysanne will do as she’s told, just like Rhaena, and Alyssa, and Jeyne, Elinor, Ceryse, Alys, and Tyanna, just like every one of her daughters.

I do get why Alysanne is Alyssa & Aenys’ and not Maegor’s. The weird Targ babies, the line not descending from Visenya, Jaehaerys and Alysanne being held up as the perfect Targaryen couple specifically because they are brother and sister and dragon riders. I do even think canon Alysanne is likely traumatized by her time as a hostage on Dragonstone, and the ensuing war, and the trauma bond that caused with Jaehaerys, and it makes her idolize Jaehaerys, and then he isolates her at Dragonstone so he can swiftly and safely marry, groom, and knock her up. It’s not like,,,, a fun time, and it’s enough to make anyone crazy and weird about their daughters, but I think having her father be Maegor makes Alysanne herself much deeper because it gives her, as the most beloved Targaryen queen, a blood tie to the most hated Targaryen king, and a marriage to the most beloved Targaryen king. It fits better with a lot of the themes of the main series (again, imo) - forcing the spotlight on the outsiders to see how the affect the story from behind the scenes. The fall of Aegon’s sons, and The Long Reign, not told from the PoV or to serve the PoV of any of the kings or princes, but of the queen that tied them all together.

[shizunitis]

i think when shizun smiles earnestly, it’s so beautiful and refreshing that everyone’s meridians in a five mile radius are cleansed and reenforced, their bodies purged of all impurities and their heart demons banished, but his smiles are so rare, so precious, it hits everyone like a freight train and leaves them speechless.

but when he’s trying to muffle his laughter—the loud, boisterous, uncontrollable, takes-you-by-surprise kind—i think it looks a bit like a grimace. his nose scrunches like he’s just hit his elbow and he’s trying not to moan about it, the corners of his mouth pinch downwards like when he’s scowling, but just a bit lopsided, and his eyes scrunch up in a way reminiscent of when he scoffs at the contents of a contrived story. the skin of his cheeks folds with the movement, his smile lines deepen and stretch, and he has shallow dimples on his chin when he pushes his bottom lip upwards to hold back his amusement.

he knows he looks ridiculous, so he attempts to stomp down any reaction whenever something funny happens at inopportune moments (which is always, in his mind—he should never look so undignified, immortal master that he is), attempting at a stony, unmoved expression, but it slips through sometimes.

thing is, he does look a bit ridiculous, a bit odd—but everyone, when they witness it, is enraptured. when the fan flutters, snaps open, and censors it, they all heave a disappointed sigh inside their hearts, and get back to what they were doing, now half a measure more wistful than before.

[zoobus]

Don't care that dorky cornballs hate rap because I truly believe it's difficult to get into any genre of music you didn't get a taste of during adolescence unless you're one of those weirdo freaks who listen to new music their entire lives. Yeah there's a racist element to it but overall I think people who actively listen to music outside of pop but say they don't like rap are telling the truth, the musical components associated with hip hop (I'm not talking about lyrics) are largely unpleasant to their ears. I feel the same way about classic rock.

Like I can show a Hamilton stan Story 2 by clipping. - a queer Be Gay, Did Crimes song where a man took his ass to therapy - and I still don't think they would like it. Appreciate it maybe, but not like it.

[patoslover]

Sorry this is kinda long.... I would have liked to share this in the discord server, it's a more private way, but then the lockdown happened and I don't think I can wait any longer to show this.

Ok so.... Yesterday night, I got a bit emotional over my life and a little reflecting on what has happened the past month or so and how it affected me and all [10khaos, maggots discord sv, 15khaos, apocalypselockdown, among others] (as I always do, I'm such a soft-ass (I do hope that made up word doesn't mean anything flirty I'm trying to lowkey insult myself in here tyvm English)) And so as I always do when emotions hit, I wrote a poem-kinda-thing.

I showed it to @lxvenderjewel and @falling-raine and this happened

And later @the-beard-of-edward-teach saw it and well....

I made changes to it since I showed it to them, but it's for better, trust me.

(the poem is at the bottom of the post woo)

I think that's enough of a warning for y'all. But just in case, this made people cry, this poem, it's very very dear to me in levels I can't write I can't explain I can't put into poems all the feelings and stuff, but I hope this poem makes up for the most part.

Be careful. I love you.

Thank you @the-beard-of-edward-teach @arkytiorlecter @voids-ideas @orpiknight @cawdra @apollos-dodgeball-target @obsessed-sketches @zonzolik @dashoulinas-fandom-dump @eybefioro @queermarzipan @lxvenderjewel @ivory--raven @styx142 @myfranticscribbles @empressumbreon @frogs-go-ribbit @thearoacemess @goodomensduh @sounds-void-fishy @arkytiorlecter @random-doctor-on-the-internet @apophid-I-eat-everything @achilles-in-a-blanket-burrito @hello-ello-ello @harbinger-of-existential-dread @howmanyholesinswisscheese @an-ace-on-the-case @goblin-named-sam @1800ineedshelp @chaoticgenderflood @ivory--raven @aroaceblackhole @three-smiles-and-a-unicorn @coppicegate @zonzolik @falling-raine @dashoulinas-fandom-dump @koboldkatalyst @arkytiorlecter @friday-im-in-love-with-crowley @good-usernames-were-taken @weirdly-specific-but-ok THANK YOU THANK YOU ILY (oh wow that's a lot of ppl) (PLS PLS tell me if I forgot anyone there's so many of you, SORRY IF I TAGGED YOU TWICE AAA AND I'M SORRY IF YOU WERE TAGGED AND DUNNO WTF I AM I GOT LOST WITH THE TAGS AAAA AND SORRY IF I TAGGED U AND THE TAG DIDN'T WORK)

I love you all so so so so so so so much, you're so dear to me. Thank you. This is a gift for you.

Demons Out.

There's a hell outside,

Demonic screaming,

Trees, fall's leaving.

And I'm just here inside,

In my bubble.

Trapped inside me,

Trapped in myself.

There's demons out,

Asking to come.

But I won't let them,

I'm not alone.

Inside myself,

Inside my world,

I've got most people

Than all of your's.

They're worth more

Than any gold,

And they're far way,

More beautiful

Than any Sun,

Than any Star,

They are right here,

They are right now.

They're my comfort,

And some my loss,

But they're all lovely

Precious along.

They're the most

Amazing

Beings to exist,

And so I'm afraid

That they'll all be missed.

Because I fear

One day they'll go,

That's why I start

To sing a song.

Please let us all

Become real friends,

Please let us all

Reunite again.

There's demons out,

Angels inside.

There's me in-between

Caring for (them) all

Please let us all

Reunite again.

There's demons out.

And I'm in pain,

But not too much,

We'll find a way.

There's demons out,

We are in pain.

But I will start

To sing again.

I care for each

And every of you,

So then I start

To sing a song.

Please let us all

Reunite again.

There's demons out.

We'll try again.

[paranormaljones]

i think women in media need to start describing the men they're in love with as "beautiful" more often. like way more often. i'm not kidding. it's not a gendered word. there's no way that society is going to give up the idea that it is anytime soon, but wow i want to tell men that they're beautiful. i think it would be good for society to see that on the tv.

[poetryincostume]

Helga Sinclair

Edwardianish ribbon corset, 2023

Jacquard ribbon mounted on grosgrain ribbon

[luthienne]

[remwantsmorewords]

Blue Stone Rings

Blue Stone Rings

Wrapped in silk

In the middle of the night

A long white skirt lays over my knee

A backdrop for jewelry of silver and gold

Of stone and glass

Enamel and bronze

And I am surrounded by jewelry boxes

Some are old, others are new...

All have been filled to the brim

As I carefully sort through yours and my own

My touch lingers on every piece-

My heart almost hurts.

My hands are shaking

And the spot where my heart lays

feels empty, lacking.

Tarnished silver and age-worn clothes

Have been handled and pushed aside.

I have no trouble not clinging to your memory

But...

The stones on your ring are blue-

The stones on mine are also blue-

Now they both pass through my hands.

Topaz and Sapphire look so different on my fingers

I can feel the threat of tears press against my eyes

Though none will grace my cheeks

But you- for the first time in my life

You are gone

(I can remember your hugs as well as I can remember your disdain)

And I remain- stubborn and torn

(Do I mourn who you were or who you could have been for me?)

Time passes on.

I compare our tastes-

They strike me as painfully similar-

Blue stones, silver bands.

They shine, glinting in the dim light of my desk lamp.

[poems-of-the-anentomologist]

alone

how many times has this happened to you? you find a group of people you enjoy.

for the first time you feel safe around people you call friends.

they help you find parts of your personality that you had never found for yourself,

the parts that made you feel so separate from everyone you had been friends with.

how many times has this happened to you? you look at people who are open about everything.

you feel disconcerted, like those people are familiar, yet so far away.

you dont understand how someone could be so open to themselves,

let alone the rest of the world,

to think that way

how many times has this happened to you? you bury, hide parts of yourself under not being able to understand where they come from

you hide yourself behind a self-imposed mask that you don’t remember putting up.

but the mask starts to crack as you learn more about yourself and others

you take off the mask and everyone is happy. 

you feel,

for the first time,

truly, truly, happy

how many times has this happened to you? you fall in love with all your friends.

you feel a deep connection to all of them and just want to be physically near them at all times.

they ground you emotionally and keep you sane

none of your feelings are romantic in any way

they think its romantic

how many times has this happened to you? your friends stop talking to you.

the friends that felt like family,

the friends that helped you realize you were free to be yourself

you have no words to describe the loss.

how many times has this happened to you? the only thing keeping you alive is the fear of what they’d do to themselves if you died

the only thing keeping you alive loses a little more meaning every time you see them and they give you that look

you drift through your life, not doing anything important, at most writing a few poems every now and then.

how many times has this happened to you? you miss them,

you can name every part of each of them you miss.

you can’t tell them.

whenever you try to tell them the words catch in your throat.

the words catch in your throat a lot these days, along with your sobs.

how many times has this happened to you?

you feel crushed by an immeasurable loneliness at all times.

you try and reach out to make new friends, but nothing, nobody is ever the same.

you never feel safe around them.

you never feel like you could spend the rest of your life with them, or die content when hugging them

how many times has this happened to you?

[chahlies]

it's so nice to finally have a friend

[gingermintpepper]

Day 1: Apollo

Interpretation notes and trivia under the cut!

His interpretation for my work is based very much around the concept of his manifestation as the Radiant God of the String. Because of this, quite like Hecate, he’s triple-fold and occupies three major spaces; the string of Fate and therefore prophecy, the bowstring and therefore distance and destruction and the lyrestring and therefore music and order. He’s a somewhat melancholy figure all things considered - Fate and following Fate’s tennants is something that he struggled a lot with as a child and even now as a more mature deity, the only solution he’s truly found is to take things one day at a time. Very diligent and fastidious, he’s a hard worker and tends to put his everything into completing any task set before him which also tends to work to his disadvantage since he’s prone to becoming tunnel-visioned until he’s finished what he said he would finish. His family orchestrated his winter breaks because he had the nasty habit of working himself sick when he was still very young.

Apollo is generally represented by circles in my work - priests of Apollo will be marked with at least three circles on their face and usually wear triangular jewellry (typically earrings or necklace charms) to reflect the triple-nature of their god. His favoured colour is a rich, deep blue and while he typically wears elaborate eye paint, he rarely uses face powders. Wears gem-toned blues for his lips unless in mourning where he will leave himself unadorned and unpainted out of respect.

Some quick trivia: 

Was born identical to Artemis even though they were born (years) apart. Had brown hair, wolf’s ears and fangs and horns when he was a child but never manifested those features again after his penance for slaying Python. If he’s very stressed or angry, sometimes his fangs will show. The brown of his hair grew out to blond naturally as he developed and matured as a god.

Proficient in all instruments but has always especially preferred stringed instruments. Truly unmatched with a kithara but only uses it for special occasions and official meetings. Generally prefers his lyre for every day usage

Really good at sewing and braiding strings together due to the exercises he had to do while under the tutelage of the Moirai sisters. Can’t weave since Athena banned him from touching a loom but he does like watching her spin. The one time she caught him trying to replicate her patterns with a needle and thread, she complained to Zeus that he had broken his oath. He teases her about that even now.

Was the last of the Twelve to learn how to read and write because he hates letter systems and finds it too arbitrary. Prior to the collaboration that resulted in written letter systems, everyone was perfectly fine with remembering the important stuff and encoding the rest in artistic format such as tapestries, pottery, furniture and jewellry. Apollo himself has a truly formidable memory since he’s been composing and immortalising the events and histories of the world in song since he was very young. He finds written books very dull but Clio’s very insistent about written histories being important and convenient so reluctantly, he’s given permission for his songs and poems to be -gags- transcribed and written down.

Is only called Apollo by his parents, Artemis and Dionysus. Hermes rarely calls him by name in general and the others, including other siblings like Ares and Athena, have always called him Phoebus. Interestingly, Zeus usually calls him Phoebus but will call him Apollo when they are alone or when he’s being especially serious. Apollo is completely comfortable with either name but he does see Phoebus as a bit more formal than Apollo. (Despite his best efforts, both Calliope and Clio also still stubbornly call him Phoebus though he’s fairly sure it’s mostly because they know it bothers him.)

[poetryoutloud]

December Nights - V.W.