#accidentally wrote a poem

[jokewitch]

ack!!! ooooooouuuuuugggghhhh‼️leggo of me 😤

release me from thine firm and tender grasp, wench,

and let me roam freely these pastures, these

rolling hills and awesome mountains, these

jumping springs and bouncing brooks, uncage

me that i might bound into

the bountiful fields and bodacious skies, that i might

fly to where the air is fresh and clean, that i may

cherish the splendor

of the oceans and clouds and the lands between them,

and i shall return unto

thee, sweet, and tender,

brimming full, soaked saturated with sea and sunlight and all things warm and wild, and place them into your firm and tender grasp again--

so that you may hold the world in me, and in so doing, allow thine own self be released

if you're transgender it's a moral obligation to hold each other tight

[smply-sktchng]

Chainsaw Man Chapter 74 with Excerpts from Mystic by Sylvia Plath

“The air is a mill of hooks —

Questions without answer

…

I remember

The dead smell of sun…

Once you have seen God, what is the remedy?

Once one has been seized up…

…

Used utterly…

What is the remedy?

…

[domini-porter]

poetry everywhere

[chaoticbuggybitchboy]

Mikey’s Bread

What was it meant to be?

Was there a recipe?

A reason for this,

A reason for anything?

People write poetry

Spit prophecy

Scream unendingly

Question everything

Is that what you want to see?

Is this who you want to be?

Is that what you wanted to see?

Is this who you wanted to be?

[for-better-or-verse]

postcard

june seeps into july

like the blood that percolates from the wound in your back 

forgive me

i don’t know how to be loved gently 

i want to get better 

i want to wash this filth from my soul 

but your shirt is a virginal white and i can’t, i won’t be the one to stain it

so i’m leaving

you

behind

and i’m not looking back

hunger is sawing my body in half

all i care about is how i wish i could write you into a fairytale instead of a nightmare.

[dykebeckett]

ouhhhhh I love being in the dark ..... there's different kinds of the dark though. velvet dark is full and heavy and luxurious but hard to work in, you can't quite focus on anything but the dark. fleece dark is warm and cozy and soft and home. cotton dark is cool and breezy and sort of thoughtful, or wistful maybe. do you see what I'm getting at

[blueish-bird]

hi there, if you have a cat or other pet in your vicinity who's ok with it please give them a kiss on the forehead for me. my cat Heather (17, patient and communicative, very soft) died of kidney failure yesterday and i miss her a lot.

[crossbackpoke-check]

Substance, Shadow, and Spirit [remixed, abridged] by Tao Yuanming

[duckiemimi]

this shark playlist is the only thing keeping me going dawg if i die i die

[the-rat-k-ing]

Two days more

shall I have to endure

Til my new favorite game comes out

Though it’s not that long a while

My brain is in denial

For it’s all I can think

About

[cringaria]

[decisions-at-3am]

Writing down all my fears, Transferring their permanence. Containing them in paper. Folding it carefully. It's partly my delusion, Hoping they'll leave me be. Take a match, and let it catch. Watch those tongues of fire, Slowly devouring. Eventually it's all gone, As if it were never here. I'll collect the ashes, Use it to feed my garden.

[redberriepi]

static

that fuzzy body static made of tiny hidden dull knives black and white and hot pushing against skin like a pot simmering over low heat not cool but not hot enough to do anything an unreleased explosion of creativity and research and passion, without the energy to fuel it purposeless, left looking for a structure once the draining and torturous yet predictable cadence of routine is put on pause stuck clenching a heart in a fist gazing into the shiny black screen, taunted with a reflection energy slowly being sapped through the thousand tortures of the day, but with no deadlines to rebel against, no progress to make, no friends that push over the edge melting in the heat of the room without ac, of the friction of slightly off clothes, of the expectations of an exuberant summer the heat of the millions of thoughts swarming under the surface, like a school of fish swirling under the still-black waters of an empty mind thoughts racing in circles with no substance or direction overthinking all the same problems without the energy to care leaving echoes of sounds never made spinning through the empty dark chamber with the rippling floor an object at rest stays at rest unless acted upon by an external force when that external force is painful when that rest is torture what is there to look forward to between those bright, saturated bursts of creativity and curiosity that echo through the mind, blazing through material like a forest fire through flash paper what is there to look forward to when everything has once again gone dark.

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 280

Adjective: Flayed

Noun: Deer

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Flayed: (of a corpse or carcass) the skin peeling or having been peeled off; (someone) having been so harshly whipped or beat as to remove their skin; criticized severely and brutally

Deer: a hoofed grazing or browsing animal, with branched bony antlers that are shed annually and typically borne only by the male

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Please don’t copy this, im already on the verge of crying

[otaku-tactician]

idk my sexuality or gender anymore. its basically akin to a broken dustbin. laying bruised, and battered. on the ground. not even seagulls circle above. all that remains is nothing. decomposing, exploding, nothing.