#fallenpoet

[aether-inscriptions]

*** • captured with my essence but no longer functional a relic, stranded, in open bastille only three words remain *out of service* • captured on iPhone • #relicsofhumanity #relic #relics #phonebox #inthepast #outofservice #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poet #poetsofig #igpoets #poems #autumnpoetry #autumnpoems #fallenpoet #seattleart #seattleadventures #seattlephotography #seattleautumn #autumninseattle (at Fremont Bridge)

[drearydaffodil]

Supine Poetry

I am goose-hugged

I am cloud-warm, a

Night star swinging

From the horizon

I am droopy eyed

Weary limbed, sinking

Into dreams unknown

A night sky sings

Sweetly, I kneel

Before an almost--

Lilac-scented slumber

The wind whispers her secrets,

Lull me in & out of conscious,

Send me adrift into the night,

I murmur your name--

A goodnight kiss to

Empty arms, flowers

Blooming in my veins

The fantasy flourishes,

Under battered eyelids

You never left, goodbye's

A nightmare undreamt

My chest is aching

With confessions

Confined, pride and

Fear sing me to sleep

The stars croon

A final hallelujah,

A loveless amen

We just

Pray for a goodnight

A spur-of-the-idea collaboration with the inimitable deAngelo of @fallenpoets ! 😍

[dirtysouthpawpoetry]

fallenpoets

X

Angel in a bottle,

I found heaven in a taste and sin in a glass,

You flirt like whiskey, smile like wine,

We’re all tatters,

Pieces of “used to be”,

Dancing on the edge,

Feet off the rim,

Slip in and drown my love -

An addict’s wonderland

Between lips,

Sweeter than the lies they’re accustomed,

Harder to swallow.

~deAngelo/ @fallenpoets

[nothing--is--everything-blog]

666

I don't even know what I wanna write today

All I know is that I'm tired as hell

Tired as I got nothing left to say

Words feel deep into the wishing well

Together with all my hopes and dreams

So deep that you can't even hear me scream

~

It's very tiring living in this world

I badly wanna go home---HOME

Home sounds unfamiliar to me now

I'm afraid I'll forget my way home

Can someone please tell me how?

I don't wanna be stuck in this world

~

It's a mad, mad world

Such a cruel place to live

Hearts here are dead damn cold

Pain and suffering, all they give

I'm tired

I'm tired.

--- @nothing--is--everything

[justscribbledwords]

i do not want to be found by a person who knows nothing about being lost

@justscribbledwords

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

@fallenpoets

notebook fragments

1. He smiled at me today. I am not sure what to do with myself. 2. The darkness that settled itself inside of me started to fade at the sight of light. (my arms and legs turned to jello) 3. It has been 3 days since I last spoke to her and I am trying not to, I am trying not to be like this, like this 4. Why am I like this? 5. We spoke today. He smiled and he became the sunrise. 6. What is the difference between love and co-dependency? 7. I had to switch my light on and off last night 36 times. 8. None of them know. 9. We kissed for the first time today and i swear i know now why the birds sing when the sun comes up. I swear i know now what it is like to have a light 10. I forgot myself at home today 11. He asked me not to say anything about it and i agreed 12. Reality is a nasty vicious monster, who bit me and made me realize that the sun sets in paradise too 13. I am losing my mind 14. Tell her that I am sorry 15. I am sorry

~s// i wrote this  months ago say heyy

[theolivebird]

Grief

Grief sits as a stone in the depths of my soul; it sounds - emptiness/void/hollow; it rises with tides of remembrance - my love, my singular attachment; so mangled I am with self-restraint, this pure form of pretence; I deny, I curtail, I sink with my stone of grief.

[fakesurprise]

The time when you mean to write a novel scene but instead your side blog gets another follower, so @randomlyjay says hi to @fallenpoets and says they could become bouncenpoets and explainifies how nothing actually falls but sometimes things just forget to bounce.  And also explains that he tickles gravity and it maybe doesn’t like that since most people can’t do that.  Because Jay, that’s why. 

[cookiemeemao-blog]

Ray Ban glasses 90%off will only need $24.99 and will donate $2.40 to COVID-19

@strangelykatie @thegentlemansarmchair @fallenpoets @89cats @pusheen @quotes @explosm @nekoooooo-chan-blog @staff

[drearydaffodil]

I should have known better Than to wear that skirt. I knew that there were Eight opportunities for

Defilement. I wore no panties, Dancing into the sea The silver gleaming Glimmer bright and wanting.

I lay upon the shore with A need I couldn’t name, Legs splayed in cool surf Gentle circles sucking.

I knew our love was wrong But I felt my heart breaking As I shivered to a climax Then watched you crawl away.

[aether-inscriptions]

*** • the weather will further worsen in these winter days ahead but today, the Sun, it celebrates our journey toward summer has begun from here, the days, they lengthen while bitter winds of winter gust but today, our souls will awaken in dreams of warmth from summer Sun • If you're in #seattle, be on the lookout for some #artdrops in the coming days. #freeart #freeartfriday #freeartwork • captured on iPhone • #wintervibes #winter #socrates #beer #ballardbeer #ballardbeercompany #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poet #poetsofig #igpoets #poems #winterpoetry #winterpoems #fallenpoet #seattleart #seattleadventures #seattlephotography #seattlewinter #winterinseattle #seattlearts #seattleart #seattleartist #wintersolstice #wintersun (at Ballard Beer Company)

[nothing--is--everything-blog]

What Went Wrong? Trust the Process!

I used to be cool and chill. I used to always focus on the silver lining.

My motto was “everything happens for a reason”. Until I ended up questioning everything.

I wanted to be “here”.

I wanted to know what is “real”. I think I’ve gone mad. Everything spirals me, and I love that feeling. I’m addicted to it, to be honest.

I’ve been sad. Sometimes, for no reason at all. I’ve questioned everything. I’ve been afraid of being joyful. I craved for depression, I’ve been obsessed with sadness. I think, that’s what happened. My body suddenly wanted to feel sad. Just sad. I don’t know what went wrong.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I consumed my time trying to identify what’s the REAL “good” and “bad”, the “right” and “wrong”, the “black” and “white”. I wanted to manipulate the brain because I thought, the brain is manipulating me. I had doubts about the “reality”. I think, I am sleeping — in a deeper state.

I question everything and explain everything at the same time. I started a battle inside my head about everything. But what if everything is actually nothing? That nothing is real and that everything isn’t real? Does that make “nothing” the “everything”.

My mind always spirals like this. I’m losing it.

It sucks and oddly satisfying.

I used to not care and just live in the moment.

Live with the “now”.

I used to be “here” but now, I am “everywhere” which makes me be “nowhere”. I wonder what went wrong.

Perhaps, this is actually something that “went right”?

I think, I know now when it started. Or do I even really know anything? Is this just another “nothing”?

Nothingness is the only real. The rest is just “nothing”.

--- @nothing--is--everything

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

“If you’d like...”

@fallenpoets - deAngelo

[ellenya]

I was tagged by @hex-n @fallenpoets and @allnightsong to list 10 songs I’ve been listening to 👂📣🎶

-Nothing lasts forever, The Living End ⏳🔚🔜

-Goodbye kiss, Kasabian 👋💋

-Clean, Taylor Swift 🛀

-Bishops knife trick, Fall Out Boy ⛪️🔪🤹‍♀️

-Thick as thieves, Kasabian 👧〰️👦

-Lunacy fringe, The Used 🤷‍♀️🧒

-You and me, Plain white T’s 👈➕👧

-King of the clouds, Panic! At the disco ☁️🤴☁️

-Velociraptor! Kasabian 😵🦖😧

-Dying in LA, Panic! At the disco🧟‍♀️🇺🇸

Tagging anyone who wants to have a go 😁

[drearydaffodil]

Bitterness flows like

Mother's milk--like

Spoiled wine. I've

Been searching for

The hyacinths so

I could find the

Honey, these

Stars ribboning

My hollow bones

They came to me

For beauty, I can only

Offer ruin

Days

Evenings were Words swallowed at Unforgiving dinner tables Sudden slips of tongue “Fuck off” Lips bitten A pause Nothing’s forgotten Nothing’s forgiven The blood trickles

~deAngelo // Days No. 3

[lexiklecksi]

11/11/11 tag game

(writing related)

Thanks for the tag @september-stardust ;-)

I’ve already done this tag game (link here), but since the questions are new I’m going to do this again. Though I won’t add 11 questions, just tag 11 writers/ poets to answer Stardust’s writing related questions.

1. Do you see yourself trying spoken poetry?

I thought about presenting some of my poems on stage at a poetry slam for under 20 years old writers/ poets. The event is on 17th May, but I haven’t decided yet if I have the courage to speak up in front of an audience.

Though I played theatre at school for 7 years with self-written screenplays.

2. Can you write a haiku about a blossoming love?

“Holding hands with you

Let all hearts blossom like these

Pink cherry flowers!”

3. What topic is the hardest for you to write about?

Love and the lust for life.

4. Which tumblr writer/poet would you take out to coffee and chat with?

You @september-stardust ;-)

5. Do you eat while writing?

Sometimes I need dark chocolate to get my mind running.

6. Do you drink while writing?

Yes I’m always drinking a big cup (half litre) of Moroccan mint tea without sugar.

7. How has writing changed your life?

Writing is the best self-therapy.

Also I’m so happy to have decided to make this tumblr blog and share my thoughts and feelings with you.

I try not to think about you reading this, because then I couldn’t get a word out. But I appreciate every single one of you reading my ramblings and scribbled words. Thank you so much!

8. Who was the last person you wrote a poem for?

Probably me ex-boyfriend oh no that’s sad...

9. Do you keep a journal for your writing?

I have several writing journals:

10. What would you like to write more about?

Awkward sexetry, more happy incidents. Sometimes I’m concerned my poetry is too depressive...

11. Do you own a typewriter?

Unfortunately not, but I’d love to.

I tag:

@ambroseharte

@sweet-poesy

@the-sleepy-poet

@giulswrites

@thepoemsiwroteforyou

@bookeworm94

@ewliteratureblog

@fallenpoets

@misplacednotes

@nothingwithoutwords

@mysublimejourney