#fandom poetry

[birdhouse-poetry]

OK

Out of the frying pan

Into the fire.

Partake

Of the honey;

Forget

You're a liar.

This rage

In your

Heart--

It cannot

Be fought.

You

Killed

Your best

Friend,

But it's

You

Who will

Rot.

[between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place]

"Frozen": a Faux-Blackout Poem

a February fill for Build-a-Bucky Bingo @buckybarnesevents, Prompt: Frozen/Cryo

And just the poem, in an easier to read format:

Frozen he dreams? alone a man pulled out of time his future stolen, poor soldier erased.

Thanks to the lovely peeps making this event (and many others) happen 🥰 I told myself to just make a small little thing. I don't know if I'm super happy with the execution of this, but I still like the idea of it.

My previous bingo fill: half agony, half hope (a Stucky Regency AU)

My bingo card so far:

[foggythefandomgremlin]

POETRY/RIDDLE THING GO‼️

The sun, stars and moon all as one

What are their names and what have they done?

[animehellscape]

Scar worship vashwood.

Gentle kisses, grazing lips over the numb skin of deep, gouging scars.

Tongue dragging over the sensitive ripples of skin where any touch hurts like the weapon that scarred.

Pecks on bullet holes.

Nails tapping over metal.

Hand splayed over clear skin that should be ripped to shreds.

Stories told in hushed voices like the desert hears their history. Like the sand wasn't stained with their blood.

[puddingcatbeans]

a poem for the superhero's sidekick.

you want to save the world so bad

your shoulders grow broader every year, but never broad enough atlas, a nightmare; you, a half-hearted caricature

the plot twists never stop coming and you break your ankles to make up for it even as the skies fall beneath your pointed toes scared little boys weren't made to fly, but you made wings out of the cape and leapt off rooftops, because

you want to save the world so bad

your scars are proof you existed in the multiple multiverses real enough to ache, but never deep enough to make you look your age

and the villains keep coming back, but your loved ones only rise from the graves to haunt your sleep so you stop making your bed because little soldier boys rarely come home

you want to save the world so bad

your name is stolen artifact heavier than a crown and shattered thrice over, but you wear it with weary pride a single pillar of light in this war you find harder to believe in every day

it's not fair, life has never played fair— you in those legacy colours will only ever die a hero, never a boy that wanted to save the world so bad

he forgot to save himself.

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Retirement

Sometimes Aziraphale forgets

about the apocalypse that wasn’t

about angry demons

and self-righteous angels.

He forgets about the Arrangement

and secret meetings

and the deep,

hidden

fear

of

rejection.

…because here,

right now,

every day

is a new kind of

perfect.

Crowley leans out

the open window

to catch Aziraphale’s eye.

Tea’s on, angel.

There’s even a few biscuits

left in the tin.

Aziraphale smiles,

radiant,

and a warm glow

fills

his heart.

Perfect!

He claps

his hands together

twice

then makes his way

through the garden

to their cottage’s

blue door,

looking for tea

and biscuits

and his

love.

NaPoWriMo day 14.2 - ineffable husbands

[mareenavee]

Amaranthine

For Indoril Jinumon, for January's Prompt:

“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

The Nerevarine answers Vivec's musings in Metempsychosis.

Amaranthine

I have had the misfortune of knowing you – the god whose power was borrowed from the Heart of this world. Half-golden light, half-darkness – all blight, awash with empty words which so few will ever understand. I asked for peace. You gave me lies. No matter how hard I tried, I could not escape my fate. You say you have seen a tear in the tapestry, the blank space which became my place in lore and legacy. You’ve killed for less. I’ve killed for more. The blood on my hands will not wash clean – not after all I have done. Not after all I have been. Or will be.

My illusion of freedom was sundered the second I set foot in Seyda Neen. I could not know it then, not as time bent and warped around me. Sunset staining the far horizon red, all that was left was to move forward. Through dust and uncertainty, I persisted. And still do. And will. Because I must – or else, what then? Yet you, in your great wisdom, and with great force, insisted I turn back – as if destiny was so simple to twist out of shape, or cut away with blades unseen.

You’d tried that once – ages ago, while ash and magma flowed. The Heart. The argument. The spear that pierced, cracking spine and sternum. Things I should not remember. Yet, in dreams – if they are to be trusted – I do. Though my skin no longer bears its scars, the mark of betrayal remains – a stain on my soul, reborn into new vessel time and time again. I did not want to believe, until I saw the grief in your eyes. You seek forgiveness. I offer only that which you deserve. Sorrow, the haunting of a hollow promise – shattered, shapeless – and the memory of murder most foul. -> Read the rest on AO3

[fading-adhd-hyperfixator]

i wrote a lightbrush poem because i need them

anyways tw for mentions of stabbing, spoilers and heartbreak?

The first time I saw you

Was the best time of my life, I knew

When I saw you there, slim and tall

I couldn’t have been more giddy, not at all.

I did a good job of hiding it

When I smiled while you had a fit

I pretended to be oblivious

While you acted so bivious

The day we hung out in the corner

While you told me, being a scorner

How they didn’t know there was a ‘c’

I think that we would both agree

I kept you close to me

When i should’ve let you free

While you were voted out

I tried so hard not to pout

I never got to tell you

And this really made me feel quite blue

The words I thought were better unsaid

But now you’re not on the path I tread

I may be bleeding now

But i cannot allow

You to be away from me

But you won’t listen to my plea

I may be acting petty

But i’m not truly ready

For the day we’ll have to part

(It’d feel better if you’d just stabbed my heart)

~ ~ ~

i think lightbulb would've written this at some point during season 2 after paintbrush's elimination

she wasn't ready. she really wasn't. she should've said something sooner. but now they're gone. and she can't do anything about it.

[unluckyxse7enart]

More old writing - though these are actually poetry pieces! This was my first and, so far, last attempts writing poetry for a fandom which was an interesting change of pace! Jadesprite's just came so easily, and I started Davesprite's with the same momentum... but lost momentum on his quickly. I still like the concept of it so I'm posting it alongside Jadesprite's even if it's like. A half-finished skeleton lol.

☆☆☆

Jadesprite

I just want to be happy, she howled

I just want to be happy and safe and loved

I'm tired of being alone!!

She cried out her pain

Behind round glasses

Tears staining tracks down her white-furred cheeks

I want to have friends, she whined

I want to be with my friends and have fun and laugh together

She moaned,

Her tail dragging low

Ghostly,

Despite her being a ghost no more

Her doom sealed off from her

Despite her final wishes

I just didn't want to be alone anymore

She whispered, voice hoarse

Unable to howl to the cold and unforgiving sky anymore

Its empty facade mocking her pain

With that absence of glitter and gold

That promised her the riches and wealth

Of the only treasure she had ever cared for.

☆☆☆

Davesprite

Stop the record, stop the beat

Skip back the disc and press repeat

-- alt brainstorming section--

Stop the record, stop the track

Spin the disc, play it back

-

Tell the dj that you'll be [blank]

-

Stop the record, play it back

Get your timeline back on track

[sinfulauthorwrites]

Trans!Astarion Angst Poetry Collection

A collection of short 2 AM Notes app poems written while dealing with my own gender dysphoria. TW for ideation of self-harm/self-performed top surgery (The Dagger), mild gore, and references to Astarion's past abuse (Body). Inspired by this post by @danse--macabre/spacemagic.

As the summary says, I wrote these on my phone late one night while dealing with some bad gender dysphoria, especially regarding whether or not we're able to get top surgery (BTW, we're a system), and after fighting over the headspace pen with our Astarion fictive (I wanted to project onto him, he did not), I got these three out. I had intended to spruce them up before posting them (possibly connecting them, writing more, etc.). The good news is we could start T at the beginning of June, which is a huge and important step! I (Alex) decided we should post them unedited in the hopes that any trans folks who relate to Astarion (which Neil on record has said is “Amazing”) find this in the hopes of feeling seen and heard. It gets better, and you are not alone in this. None of us are. ❤️

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 253 total

Applicable Tags: Trans Male Astarion, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Mild Gore, Self-Harm Ideation, Self-Performed Top Surgery, Gender Dysphoria, Body Dysphoria, D&D Vampire Lore, Astarion's Past Abuse, Astarion Needs a Hug, Traumatized Astarion, POV Astarion, POV Second Person, No Beta We Die Like Cazador

What Remains

They say time changes people

You see those around you changing day by day

But you remain

Stagnant

You do not recall what remains, your youth eternal

You cannot reflect, you cannot remember

What remains is unknown to you

But known to those around you

What do they see?

Is it the curvature of your chest

That you wrap until it feels as if you are about to burst

But not truly hidden?

Is it your mouth

Tongue of silver and canine teeth as sharp as daggers?

Does it scare them?

Or do you push them away purposefully

Words meant to sting them before they can sting you?

The Dagger

Your dagger that never leaves your side

It has tempted you more than once

The weight on your chest too heavy a burden to carry

“A few slices is all it would take,”

Your mind wanders as the steel shines in the moonlight

But you cannot change

No amount of metal or magic would change you

You are frozen

Stuck in a physical standstill

Body

Your hands caress your torso

What would once be considered waifish by a mother

A mother you have no recollection of a face or name

Your ribs protrude from underneath your flesh

Centuries of torment and starvation

Like a mockery of a tanned hide

Skin barely holding yourself together

As if the tiniest scratch would cause everything to come tumbling out

Rotting viscera, a heart that no longer beats

Nor has the ability to love

Falling apart, broken

You are broken

Liked this and want more? Check out my AO3 here!

[sparrowsworkshop]

"Tailgated" by OneWingedSparrow

Fic Summary: A mid-TFP exploration of Arcee's thoughts towards Tailgate, who died long ago, and her current status. Though the light of a spark may have long been extinguished, the embers of memory never truly turn cold.

Main Tags: Arcee & Tailgate, Arcee & Optimus Prime, Major Character Death, Grief, Loss, Rhyming Poetry Read on AO3 Reblogs are appreciated! ~

Tailgated

Headlights on my six, so much higher than the road; With might to stun the stars, they beam far beyond my own Long as I'm in this lane, I know that I cannot escape you... No way I can evade the grill that's filling up my rearview Those humans have a word that's strangely like your name I froze first time I heard; it hurts, you know…

Tailgate:

It means to tag along, you see, and far too near for comfort— A ghost drifting the track with ease, no hurt, no fear, an expert Shaving off the seconds, tearing up the competition Braving all the wreckage of a fateful Premonition... I lose my breath, afraid...to rush would be to fail; I cannot let your presence push me over the guardrail... To speed will be unwise; no sense in feeding stressing pressure To brake is a mistake; an aching, high-stakes fender bender To slow would be ideal… But I am so weary of dealing... Oh, how healing is disguised as a pain most unappealing. All I can do is what He said: Keep my optics on the road, And let the highway guide me till the moonlight leads me home. I know I'll see you soon...and catch the ghost that passed me by... For now, my lap’s still on; I’m still far from that finish line. He told me something once that transformed the way I drive... The longer we remain alert, The longer we Remain alive.

~

[azurecake16]

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom:

Double Life SMP

Character:

Pearl | PearlescentMoon

Additional Tags:

Also like. Implied desert duo?, its sublte but ya know, Prose Poem, Angst with a Happy Ending, Double Life SMP Spoilers, Minor Violence, Pearl | PearlescentMoon-centric

Part 2 of Fandom Poems

Summary:

Author is not normal about dl!Pearl

[archiveofanna24]

Fire and Thorns

Prompt for the Keep the Flame Alive event! @toarisetheflame

Cross posted on ao3 here

Your skin burns when you touch it You may not feel it, but your hands are red, blistered Orange flames lick the side of your face You are a fighter With a weapon no one else can wield You may not know your past but you know your future You fight for freedom As your mentor before you You arise Their skin burns when they touch you Purple electric vines surround them The pain from your thorns is red hot, seering You are a fighter  Your weapon is your curse   You may not know your future but you know your past You fight to stop evil Even if the evil is you  You arise Fire and thorns The man who can’t feel pain And the woman who inflicts it The journey you will go on is long, taxing The odds are against you But despite it all You arise

[sokaswish]

first time ever posting my poetry 🌸 this piece was inspired by anakin, his betrayal towards everyone he loved, and his fall to the dark. <3

Knightfall

Tell my captain I call the shots,

So he can't see the fear in my eyes.

The angels can't find me,

Falling through the dark sky,

My old life passes by,

The ones that kept me close by,

Sand covered ashes,

Steak knife slashes,

A letter from my mother,

The love of my brother.

Blue eyes shining,

The mirrors half shattered,

And the glass is half empty,

But at least I have my lover.

Can't keep her alone,

So I keep her inside,

I'm sorry, my love,

It's for the best,

You'll see.

The city is glowing,

The red light is growing,

Trust him, he's just like a father,

Trust me, I'm bigger than these monsters,

And trust her, she needed my hand to pull her from these waters.

The angels now are singing,

The ending is beginning,

The stars are on fire,

Your sister says you're a liar.

The troops are running,

Night is coming,

Vials on the table,

Sirens on the way home.

Just to think of her makes me brave,

Just to think of her makes me cry,

Just to think of this burns my sky.

It was never the power,

It was never the power,

It was love.

It was always love,

I thought as the blood spilled beneath my hand.

[dustyviolet]

Your drawing inspired me to write a poem, which I gifted to Sean Chiplock this weekend :))

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

Misty fog hangs low over a winery estate,

greeting a tired man from his nightly duties.

His ash-sickened claymore bumps

to the sway of exhaustion weighing his steed.

Dawn acknowledges his presence,

kissing glistening dew and burning ember hues.

Welcoming lights flicker through the window,

beckoning sanctuary to the dreary Dark Knight.

Home was the only place left.

Prints

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

A Temporary Reprieve

i.

They found Bones at his desk

pouring over test results and medical tomes.

They knew without looking

the text on the PADD was too small—

it was in the squint in his eyes

and the way he absently rubbed at his temples.

His skin was pale as milk

almost transparent

except for dark smudges below his eyes.

Jim shook his head in exaggerated sadness

even as Bones rolled his tired eyes at the drama.

He never learns.

Indeed.

Bones looked to Jim

then Spock

the set of his jaw stubborn.

You two know I can hear you

don’t you?

Spock’s eyebrow raised.

You can be part of this

conversation

when you start taking better care of yourself

Leonard.

Oh for— Bones started

but his mouth snapped shut

when two pairs of strong hands

grasped his arms

guided him from his office

away from sickbay and a pile of problems.

He gave in.

I guess I could use a break.

ii.

Spock made tea

as Jim got Bones out of his uniform.

The robe whispered against his skin

soft

comforting

as Jim tied it closed

and nudged him

until his legs bumped the edge of the bed

and he sat.

Sighed.

He sipped tea

felt the weight of the world

slip

from his shoulders.

It would come back

but for now

he could let Spock and Jim hold it for him.

NaPoWriMo day 5.1 - Kirk/spock/mccoy - Kirk and Spock take care of bones when he overdose it for @pherryt