#black out poems

[propheticpidgeon]

some of my favorite pages so far in my art journal

[m1nsur0]

[JTTW OC: 智平] “分桃” The Shared Peach

Originally an act of courtship, Wukong would always share a peach with the Violet Dragon, taking a single bite to ensure it was of high enough standard for him. No matter how many years pass, most mornings spent together begin with the Monkey King passing a peach with a bite taken out of it to his lover.

[calamitydaze]

good bones, maggie smith // eddie & christopher diaz, 9-1-1

[lighthouseshepard]

going / wanting

[andaniellight]

Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?

백설공주에게 죽음을 | Black Out (2024) - Ep. 6 // "I Will Tell this Story to the Sun Until You Remember that You are the Sun", Erin Slaughter // "Snow and Dirty Rain", Richard Siken // Nitya Prakash

[gemtales]

Wake Up to UHC!

By @gemtales

Excerpt from "UnitedHealth Group leader breaks silence on CEO murder, says health care system is flawed" article by CBS News

[cannibalismyuri]

inspired by this

[theseuschats]

the many feelings of god's second favorite

[poems-of-the-anentomologist]

Allusion to an Illusion

I once had a dream

Before me was a knife

It’s blade was obsidian,

And it drank my blood easily

My hands grew numb,

And fell limp to my sides

I collapsed,

And as I did the sky began to fall

Clouds came crashing down

A final blaze of glory,

A constant rain of ash

The earth began to bleed

It’s molten blood

The sky turned black

Not black light the night sky

But a deeper black

Blacker than the void of space

It was the face of god

I was dead by the time

The trees began to scream,

The first thing they had said in eons

And the skeletons of fossils and older things

Came together to create

Monstrosities of bone melted together into

Forms unseen by human eyes before

When the saints and devils joined hands

And began to sing victory everlasting

My body had been swallowed by the earth

In it’s place there was a small knife on a black marble altar

And heaven in hell’s cloth all around

[husshow]

the lushness of it - szybist

pidgeon // gonzalez // bennett // melvin // gonzalez // alamy archives

[iwantofall]

everything i've ever let go of has claw marks on it | art cr; eggmixercortex, mine

[swingstep]

that’s the poem already. whats the point?

[maramontwrites]

I experimented with black-out poetry for the first time and these are the results! I surprisingly enjoyed myself a lot tearing up a book.

Transcripts under the cut:

Acknowledgements (picture 1)

Acknowledgements

Thanks and appreciation

Grateful thanks

love and gratitude

She ached (picture 2)

never further She longed She ached first had been Her questions eighteen years old, she was educated - in good health any history had died her duties, she offered She expected to accompany various companion She would be required evening - required the candidate - an hour or two's should suffice. Now, for the first time. The applicants had been showed the room. The room curled backs and arms, polished soft, gleam. Blue and gold curtains at the windows. oil on the walls and beautiful floor. in lilac chiffon sitting on a sofa; she was…

arm in arm with her lover (picture 3)

arm in arm with her lover. He might have fallen in love. He might have he hadn't forgotten him she found him, he felt as she did they met for an hour a day and then… Could she survive the pain She did think she could. She knew that passionate love burned. She had been burned, she had been consumed. She should She must

[recurring-polynya]

i want the boots rukia is wearing in this color spread more than anything

[edenthebat]

Blackout Poetry

216 - man fell. he cried desperate, breathed strange, thoughts hell. he saw as darkness fell upon the light. he went, because he feared.

186 - voice, eyes, ears. move me, guide me; I am a puppet. Is it me you love, The girl who does not know herself? old, young, sea, individual, We speak against command. Hear it, how your heart leaps. run together, drawn together, the stars ebb and flow. Alas! cunning and cruel king; the rope was for them.

Both pages used are from the book The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and Other Stories by Robert Louis Stevenson.

Here is the link: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-strange-case-of-dr-jekyll-and-mr-hyde-and-other-stories-stevenson-robert-louis/1126932192

I have kept the page numbers intact if you would like to see the pages in their original stories.

I've been wanting to do some blackout poetry art pages for a while, and finally had enough time, motivation, and inspiration to do these last night. I'm planning on doing some more, so you might see those at some point too! I hope you enjoyed these <3

Program used: Autodest Sketchbook mobile app

[bittersweetresilience]

how do you think aromanticism can be expressed visually? im not talking flags or anything else as an ID, i mean the experience through art // an aro asking an aro

like.. can you think of the symbol or trope or metaphor of how aromanticism can be expressed? im an artist who has the opposite of artblock rn so i think of such questions a lot sometimes :D i can think of anatomically gorey correct heart or the lack of attraction/"pull" like an anchor

its interesting to hear a writer's pov of the same question :]

before i say anything else i would like to say the idea of aromanticism as an anatomically correct heart is so fucking sick and i love this.

to me the first thing i thought of was... aromanticism as seeing the world through a slightly different color palette? almost like looking at things from behind a pane of vaguely tinted glass. you can see things happening, but they don't appeal to you the same way they do to everyone else. you can imitate it but it sort of feels like you're miming.

other images that came to mind (depressing)...

the center of mass in a binary system. the two stars are doomed to orbit closer and closer until they collide and go supernova, and despite being in the middle you are sort of just there, invisibly.

a black hole.

a knife.

a train where each passenger keeps getting off until you are the only one left sitting.

snow. a wintry landscape.

a dream.

other images that came to mind (less depressing)...

a plant!! maybe a tree. maybe a full canopy.

a notebook.

a rope used for rappelling.

pandas. i don't know why but they seem so aromantic to me.

a long drive at night on the way to pick up a friend.

the beach in the evening. if you listen to a seashell you can hear the ocean of your identity inside, just as sure as the waves that wash over your feet.