#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

[cannibalismyuri]

inspired by this

[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

[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

[swingstep]

that’s the poem already. whats the point?

[recurring-polynya]

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

[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.

[noblehouseofgay]

James Potter was the sunrise after Regulus Black's long storm filled night.

James was a lighthouse, guiding Regulus out of the dark abyss that is the sea.

He was a night light that a child clings to after a nightmare.

He was the sun in the life of a boy who had never seen the daylight.

And Merlin, real daylight couldn't compare to the way James Potter felt to Regulus Black.

[aeolianblues]

🎵 SONG-TO-GO 🎵

You're being visited by the song wizard! Friday, week 6, I come bearing music! Here’s another song wizard new music Friday, a weekly poll to take a lesser-known song along with you as you scroll!

As with last week, choose songs based on the 30-second Spotify snippets if you don’t know them (I’ve tried to make sure there’s something new and lesser known), and if you like them they’re yours* to carry take on your trip!

*as in add them to your library etc., if you like them a lot come ask me and I’ll try and dig up a Bandcamp like for you, hee hee

[last week’s poll, playlist of everything so far and more]

Fun fact, if you've been taking out a song to go each week, you've tasted over 35 new songs. Wow!

This week, some rock, dance punk, emo/pop punk and indie. Poll’s open for a week, new one next Friday.

Happy scrolling! If you want to give your mutuals a few songs, reblog, and let them know what you liked :)

[breeistired]

“Let me die like a rockstar

And be a teenager

But too many people expect of me

So I’ll die normally like the good girl I am.”

-Bree Murillo, Chapters of a Teenage Girl

[citizenerased77]

crossing my fingers that we get a BHAR XX remixx in 2026

[aniah-who]

God. and only God.

It has to get to the point where you want God more than you do the sin.

It has to get to the point where your love for God becomes hate for sin.

It has to get to the point where God increases and the flesh decreases.

It has to get to the point where God is first and you are last.

It has to get to the point where all that you want is God, and only God.

[furrowfilthe]

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