#amateur poet

[and-corn]

B I G N E W S !

I've made an art book and the Kickstarter is about to launch! It has writing, illustrations, and comics similar to this one! It's called Waving at Airplanes and it's probably the largest project I've ever done (I'm quite proud of it).

The book will also include this comic, this one, plus this, and this - AND 6 additional, never-before-seen comics/illustrations! So if you happen to like those comics, it would mean a lot if you considered getting the book! You can check out the Kickstarter page here!

Since the artwork is already done, the Kickstarter is really just a pre-order (to cover the cost of having the books printed and shipped). It launches on 9/9/2024 and will last 4 weeks!

Thank you! These comics may not be my most popular, but they are the most personal to me, and the support for them is really special.

[nieceofshakespeare]

Tiny poem, so cute <3 original by me!!

[adrenalinespill]

it is october and i am no more of an artist than i wished i was

but i feel the gentle hum beneath my skin again and it is there

i am there too and i am here now and it nothing like i though it would be

but it is everything i wanted it to be and it trembles with potential

there is stardust woven through these freshly autumn days and it glitters

the night air is thick with it and vibrant red

something waits beneath the soil that crawls out with strung lights and radiators

it is warming itself by the bonfires to come and the ever present thrum of anticipation

and it waits waits waits and chews on neon and mars dust and the silver sparkle in clever knowing glances

there is music here in the distance

i am looking for someone who can hear it

[twelvemillionwords]

HEY IF YOU LOVE POETRY LOOK AT THIS POST

hi yes, ummmm so I am in need of someone to show and critique my poetry!! I have a poetry account on IG (@eightmillionwords) and I would like to up my game so to speak. So, if you are willing and able, and you have an interest and knowledge of poetry and would like to work with an amateur poet, message me!! send me an ask!!! LMK

What I'm looking for is someone to bounce ideas off, to share poetry with and a love for language. Ofc, this is a two way street and as you help me with my poetry I will be doing my best to help you as well!!

[theriverlune]

Was it then?

Go ahead and wind the windows down

I feel the wind on my face

When did that stop making my heart race?

Do you remember when ages ago

the sun dusting everything in golden light

would have been just a moment to smile at

Not something to clench so tightly in my fist?

[badge-does-stuff]

jack of many trades, master of some

i'm a jack of many trades;

why should it be all or none?

i'm a jack of many trades and a master of some,

because; why must i only choose one?

similarly, i'm a person of many names...

why should i have to stick with one?

i'm a person of many names; some chosen and some gifted.

why should i settle for just one?

[pomegranate-seeds-xsix]

Yours.

Wrap me up in you.

Hold me close.

Submerge me in your world.

Keep me from the hurt.

I’ll dig deep,

My being, the roots of your universe,

Our love, the clouds that bring rain,

Life giving essence,

Washing away the pain.

Take me with you,

To depths not yet explored.

Take me with you.

Consume me.

I’m yours.

[tales-of-a-broken-mask]

What Remains of Evan

Sometimes life feels like a game 

Where I’m living out scripted events down to the movement. 

Each scene is choreographed, 

Each muscle fine-tuned to a destination. 

But, every time I stare at my computer, 

Seeing the bright screen of my monitor, 

I wish for more out of this existence. 

Objects are just assets with its textures put on just right enough to look convincing 

But the staticy artifacting was what broke the illusion. 

I just finished watching a playthrough of “What Remains to Edith Finch” 

And felt a connection to the game; 

Not in some emotional way but almost as a replica of how moving through life feels. 

Lewis was how I could explain things. 

I worry sometimes that I’ll give up at some point 

But it’s not what’s expected by the developers. 

It’s not ready yet. 

My life was good for the most part. 

I had a good family with a good house with good pets and good parents with good siblings. 

It was just good. 

But, once the problems compound together like escalating debuffs it all comes crumbling. 

Sometimes I feel like I have life too good to be complaining 

About how much I suffer from not being a participant, 

That somehow my successes and achievements brush away the misfortune. 

I’d beat myself over thinking my life was horrible. 

After all, by every metric I should have it good. 

The longer I sit in goodness, the more it sours and breaks.

 

Dialogues feel rushed and repetitive. 

New additions feel burdensome and unnecessary. 

The players are disinteresting and bored.

I feel neglected by the developers at times to the point where I feel like they’re strangers.  

I crave something new but cower once the new patch launches. 

And now, I retreat back into the only place that makes all my dreams come true: 

My own little sandbox with my favorite toys, ready for another adventure.

[unrealistunicorn]

To my lover

If you are holding me while I randomly cry

If I have forced you to judge my cooking skills

If you have danced with me like no one's watching

If I stare at our joined hands when we talk

If you have read all my journals

If I can speak of anything with you

If you have heard all my thoughts

If I trust you enough to not be jealous

If you are the last person I want to talk to before going to sleep

If I am the person you trust with all your secrets

If you and I have become we

If respect is something we mutually share

If trust is the foundation of us together

If passion is something we have in abundance for each other

If admiration is something that is seen when our eyes meet

If anger is something which we can manage ourselves

If I am still me and you are still you even when we are us

If romance is something we both define

If affection is something that we don't forget

If love is what we feel with, for, in each other

Then let this go on forever as

my soul has already entwined with yours

 and merged to be something my words can't possibly define 

Then our hearts beat together 

And our love is already divine...........

[crazypossumman]

the seven deadly sins {poetry by r. h. stoker}

the prompt on pinterest because i cannot find a better link to credit

1. the great king of the beasts roars, and in so he calls my name. bringing boldest men to war, i'm found in fortune and fame. filthy tarnish of the soul, i fester and grow deadly when man's heart i do control.

2. all that glitters is of gold, yet this is not my one vice. the wealthy men will grow old, while the poor will pay the price. but to me they owe their debt, for i'm the owner of all, and i will never forget.

3. i am seen in raging storms and in the bellows of men. of me the stoic man warns, but i take control again. violence is bred in me and war men cannot escape, for blood spilt is my decree.

4. i made honest men lose wives and taint what the soul calls love. seizing control of their lives with a gentle touch thereof. i will come to most in time, bitten lips and batted eyes, and with want they heed my chime.

5. what is yours should have been mine; what i have is not enough. you see want and things that shine, precious diamond in the rough. i see just what i don't have and how i plan to get it: all mine, unshared and unhalved.

6. energy is spent, wasted, and time is not so precious. good things come to whom waited; my mantra is infectious. do nothing and say nothing, and you will never do wrong, quiet, deadly, and cunning.

7. scavengers howl out my name and feast 'neath my watchful eye. i devour and feel no shame, but feel so starved i could die. never shall i cease to feed with the pigs that walk erect; we live, we feast, and we bleed.

Writing Tag ↓ | Pinned | Writing Masterlist | Kofi | Etsy

[jglassjars]

On Turning 20

I feel like a failure at twenty. Two decades of sand, Falling into a bottomless pit of wasted potential. How can I live in shadows smaller than me? An eye stares down in my parents home, each time I go to visit. Notebooks sit alone with stories I never did finish; A jack of all trades means little in a deck covered in dust.

Nineteen, with a world ahead. Really it's my own fault that the march is led by a Procrastinator, a Dreamer, a Wide Eyed Kid turned Tired Creature a Creator. A bloody stubborn, ink covered idiot Drawing plans by midnight until the shadows grow small.

16/04/23 J. Glassjars

[nieceofshakespeare]

Your talents & passions are heavenly gifts. You must accept & use them as such.

[adrenalinespill]

i’m seeing poetry lately on the billboards passing by

in the steam and in the music and in the look behind your eyes

i’ve been knee deep in wet cement for the better part of a year

with water up to my elbows and my brain leaking out my ears

my body’s full of holes and discolored confidence

but there’s rhythm in my words and a rhyme in every step

the futures never been less clear, the worlds never been more rotten

and i’ve never had more weeks fade into something i’ve forgotten

but there’s kindness there in every glance and every hidden thought

it’s a shameless dance, and a ruined one and quite frankly i forgot

how the world becomes a song when there’s something full of light

and it can never happen but for now everything feels right

so i’ll take the chords and string them out and hide them in my head

and hope that i can find a way to live myself to death

i’ll fill myself with smoke and rain and cherry juice and sun

and look forwards to the future because for now i still have one

because maybe things never get better, maybe they just change

maybe in eternity the only guarantee is that nothing stays the same

[dimwitwriter]

confessional poetry #3:

as a person

i fear these words are self absorbed

but as a poet,

these words

are the most valuable piece

of my entire existence

they are my legacy

they are the only children

the only life that will come

from my body.

[caffeinebzz]

The orbits in my mind

Are erratic and sorely confused

Based on a feeling I once had known

A feeling I always wished had grown -

The pain inside, was it as strong

As the feeling I've felt for so long?

Did you feel the need to hide

Every single time you cried -

And speaking of, why can't I cry?

Has my memory run dry

Or am I simply overwhelmed,

And so confused and scared as hell?

When thoughts abound

Of regret and shame

Your condolences on my stony name,

A fresh yellow flower that once was wet

Now a relic, a joy unkept

Sometimes I feel it's all too much

And if I could, I would hide away

From all the monsters and all the rain

But most of all

From my own name.

[theriverlune]

Excerpt

Gently. Gently.

It's time to move on. Just like nature has moved on.

We should learn a lesson from nature about grief. Life goes on, yes.

But not without enveloping what was lost

with love and new life

creating something again

with your grief-stricken body.

Not replacing. Acknowledging.

Not forgetting. Giving.

Wildly. Wildly.