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Shameless Self Recs of my GO Fics, Most of Which are Poems.
An Eternal Song, A Choir of Two, & the Only Harmony That Matters (blend)
Only You*
Idylls of the King (prose. apologies, I doubt it will ever be finished, but I tried)
Can I Get A Wahoo?*
Heart Murmurs Beneath the Surface*
KEY TO SYMBOLS/NOTES: * = poem blend - prose with poems prose = as it says on the tin
#Good Omens#FanPoems#I spent too much time with Tolkien as a child which you can clearly spot with AN ETERNAL SONG
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Four Eyes (The Arcana Fanpoem)
I know a lot about my brother
I know that he got grey eyes and I got blue
I saw him picking at his eyes Pulling down the skin like a stocking
Flicking his eye
He stares at the ocean a lot He says he misses the seals
Those salt filmed furry tubs I nod He’s silly We have people again And he certainly takes advantage of it Yapping endlessly to the other sailors
They chuckle their pirate laughs And he chuckles too, imitating them I know he’s tall but everyone knows that He’s been bumping into the sides of the doorway
Knocking over his own books and scribbles
Maz says I’m lucky to not have his handwriting Even if I can’t write anything other then my own name I know he wears glasses
I know he needs them, but doesn’t wear them I caught him once, folding the spectacles over his eyes and off of them He folded them behind his back And told me that blood was thick He spit in his hand offering it to me and I shook it That was a while ago He shares more spit with the other sailors now He tells me what they speak of That they sing drunken tales and let him drink from their flasks He brings me a half stolen flask to share We giggled, behind the crates where the grains were stored
Red rimmed speaking parrots to the west Gold and sapphire earrings to the east North is where we’re from He says the sailors won’t say anything other then bad brandy But south, south is special He says there’s somewhere beautiful there With deep brown sand and thick wirey tree roots And pineapples that never go out of season That they just walk from tree to tree when they’re done growing He giggles That’s what they say anyways He thinks that pineapples with walking legs are funny Which they are, I don’t know why he thought they were serious
They’re telling you kiddie tales I say No, I swear they’re real! You just don’t get it because you’re not old enough to be a real sailor I am a real sailor, you goose! You’re barely 8! Turned 9 last spring! We don’t even know that! Well, when spring’s past I’m a year older Fine, but you’re not double digits yet That don’t mean anything!
Yeah-huh it does! Nuh-uh! I’m a real sailor when I say so cause I’ve always been on this ship! Yeah but you’re not mature
Am too! Are not!
Am too! Are not! As time moves on I know more and less about him I know he doesn’t go to sleep until late Cause he’s too old to sleep early with me I know he smells weird when he comes back Bad, like warm sea water And no good brandy But I know he’ll never skip his lunch with me Cause I slip him an extra slice of bread into the soup And he asks me about what I’m looking forward to most When we land in the next port
I know when he’s scared
I know he picks at his skin when he’s scared
And he always comes back with pimples And he cries at the red spots
Because he’s growing on up
And his friends now think he’s annoying
#the arcana#julian the arcana#portia the arcana#portia I wanted this to be more about you but I digress#julian devorak#has overrided my senses#the arcana fanpoem#fanpoems#gabe is going insane about his sisters again
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Ballroom thoughts
Will you be my Belle
For this masqueraded ball
I'll dance away the night with you
Or with none at all
Enchanted by your candy smile
And sharp, observant eyes
Enraptured by your knight's disguise
Your subtle wit and guile
Dressed in lies you tell yourself
With a bright sun shining through
I'll undress you neath the moonlit sky
I've eyes for naught but you
gasp I did not mean to sound so crass
I shouldn't feel like this again
Mortified by my own thoughts
Of such metaphors abstain
Yet I do wish to know you deeper
Help you with old wounds and woes
Protect you from phantasmal foes
I too'll be your soul's keeper
I want to peer into your shell
To see you, to accept you whole
In costume still you shroud your soul
... I'll wait for you, I shall not dwell
So I ask to dance the night with you
'Till the dawn's too early chime
And let me see, in your own time
Your dark side of the moon
(This one's a bit different, in that it's an attempt at fanfiction of sorts. Just what I think might go through Edwin's head if he and Charles had to go to a (masquerade) ball for a case.)
#dead boy detectives#dbda#edwin payne#charles rowland#payneland#poetry#my poetry#rei's fanpoems#fan poem
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laden things
Do you remember, who were king A mortal harp's feel in your hands What songs you wove upon the strings Upon the airs of night-chill lands Can you still see the ashen porch of Bregor's house, the hazel chair where you might sit by wavering torch and talk the night through unaware Do you remember how the wind Would bend and sway sentinel pines The stars that ringed Tarn Aeluin Within its darkling depths enshrined Do you remember year by year what child was born, what woman tall became a wife that was a girl you sang to sleep in father's hall Do you remember every name Each generation upon each Each song and grief, unspoken aim bonfire revel and late-night speech Memory is a laden thing Dost thou remember, who wert king?
#another poem!#finrod#finrod felagund#my post#tolkien fanfic#my fanfic#silm fic#tolkien#Silmarillion#silm#fanpoem#my fanpoem#fanfic
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Aftermath of a Nightmare - A Sanders Sides FanPoem
Shall I speak like an organ bleeds?
If I tell, promise me
You won't find humor in it?
Alright, then...
My love, what ails you?
You may speaks as freely as a raging river, and
You needn't my approval.
No, I won't snicker nor snide.
Oh, dear hearts I hold, are you okay?
Of course, always, dearest star.
As our prince says, no need for
Our approval to tell what hurts you.
They hold him dear
Tonight
Now you cannot touch him
Tonight
They ease his tears
Tonight
Now you cannot choke him
Tonight
@analoginceweek for Day 2: Nightmare
#poetic vomit#poem#poetry#fanpoem#sanders sides fanpoem#sanders sides#logan sanders#roman sanders#virgil sanders#analogince#analogince week 2024#analoginceweek2024#analoginceweek#analogince week#day 2: nightmare#day 2#nightmare#thatsthat24#my poem#my poetry#oatmeal's poetic vomit
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Hallowboned: Chapter Sixteen
An angel AU narrative poetry fic
Rating: Teen Pairing: Vashwood Summary:
It’s not every day That you watch a fucking angel Fall out of the fucking sky Nicholas D. Wolfwood Wouldn’t exactly call himself a superstitious man (Despite being raised Catholic A dubious choice for any parent to make Or, in his case Orphanage to make) But watching a human-shaped body Tumble down out of the heavens And leave a small crater in the street below Well, it does something to you And all he had wanted was a late-night smoke
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"And how the hell would a guy like you Teach a guy like me How to dance?" Wolfwood is tempted to pull away To flick Vash on the forehead for being a little shit To get some distance Some time to actually think For his heart to stop fluttering and lashing around Like one of Vash’s wings Vash laughs again A fun drunk, apparently (Though Wolfwood still isn't sold on his drunkenness) "Easily! I've had a lot of time to watch, you know, So much time to learn. It's all I could do to connect with people, You know?"
#Trigun#Vashwood#Tristamp#Trimax#Trigun Stampede#Trigun Maximum#Poetry#Poetry Fic#Fanfic#Fanpoem#Rev Writes Things#Hallowboned
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the exile’s prayer
luminous beings are we no longer lost to revised history no longer trapped and tortured we remember who we were and take the time to finish our tasks - we may deserve peace but so does the galaxy and first and foremost that is where our duty lies and so ever may the force be with us
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life at the lakeridge motel in january in 1992
hospital corners on motel sheets and orange juice from the vending machine.
soft pads of fingers pricked by the needle with the red thread.
just like sleeping beauty, Brother says when he sees
the small bead of blood
a second before you lick it away.
it’s been his favourite movie for a month and will be for three more weeks.
shut up, you say. toss him his clothes.
watch him run his little fingers over the ridges of your stitches.
look away.
walk away.
watch the phone on the nightstand refusing to ring.
wash the same two bowls for the third time that day.
pray.
run out of games for your brother to play while you wait.
make up some more.
take him to the library and look at books you can’t borrow and wonder how long.
grow up.
grow tired.
keep wondering.
#yes it is a supernatural fan poem and no i'm not sorry <3#wincest shippers please dni#my writing#my poetry#spn#fanpoem#spn fanpoem#dean winchester#dean winchester character study#young dean winchester#spn poetry#dean winchester poetry
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A friend wrote this amazing Eowyn poem and I have to share it!
I love this so much!
This is gorgeous!
“the siege inside”
o you with hands that reach to save
souls drowning in the hungry sea
approach now like a breaking wave
and tumble down the walls of me
these walls i wrought but to withstand
siege-engines of a mortal foe
who rides like flame through burning land
and seeks to lay my towers low
yet leave no stone upon a stone
for in that prison named my soul
all love is now to coldness grown
in faded gray my days unroll
o quickly come you who would break
the curse i laid when i was free
and all my walls at last unmake
and all my loves return to me
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What Felt Like A Bud
@soya-ix I did think about it; I don't know if I fully have grasped it, but here's a fanpoem for you. :)
#sctwilightvampwolfgal#hisakiki#for soya#for soya-ix#hisame lugis#kiki seiran#akagami no shirayukihime#snow white with the red hair#akagami no shirayuki#fanpoem
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Poems Part 11 | The Genie's Demise
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This fan poem was inspired by the Genie's love for Regina aka The Evil Queen and his transformation into the classic Mirror on the Wall from the Disney TV show "Once Upon a Time."
#poem#poetry#crypticpaw#poets of tumblr#authors of tumblr#writers of tumblr#fan poem#dark#once upon a time#regina#regina mills#evil queen#disney#fanpoem#genie#genie in a bottle#magic#fantasy#ai art#aiartcommunity#mirror mirror
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A lament of two souls
They both awoke and ran from Death
Their blood for nothing spilled
In these two now unbeating hearts
A purpose was instilled
Stiffled by the world and self
I could scarce exist
My loss was called "an act of God"
I was never missed
Sacrificed for fun and shame
Thought demons were a joke
For them it was all just a game
'Till their bodies were but smoke
No one cared to find the guilty
Death cries the halls have filled
No justice for the missing
No justice for the killed
My "friends" beat others up for fun
I tried to make them stop
The school thought me an inconvenience
My murder covered up
My father took a belt to me
My classmates took a fist
Left to die scared and alone
By none will I be missed
Hated, bloody, battered
My bones to death were chilled
No justice for the missing,
No justice for the killed
We didn't matter, he and I
Our cases left to rot
As many were, before and since
Tormentors never sought
But every soul has value
Both living and deceased
All with unfinished business
Depart when they're appeased
And so we help out those like us
With wishes unfulfilled
We make justice for the missing
We make justice for the killed
(A fanpoem for the Netflix series Dead boy detectives, brought to you by 2 am inspiration and a gripping hyperfixation)
#dead boy detectives#edwin payne#charles rowland#dbda#poem#netflix#dead boy detective agency#poetry#my poetry#original poem#rei's fanpoems
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Poem I've never posted here btw:
Well, one, he was skilled, and the other was wise, but both had their father's deep gray in their eyes. One's mother was silver, the other's was gold, both held the same features and hair dark tenfold. One burned like the fire, and one burned like ice, and both were consumed, and both paid the price. And one learned of patience, and one never did, both charging too far lost the lives that they bid. And one led his people to ruin and doom, the other built cities, retained but a tomb. One wrought greatest glory and brought greatest shame, the other remained in the shadow of flame. Both bore the same crown, the scrolls call but one king, both went different ways who yearned for the same thing.
#idk#probably has the highest hits to kudos ratio of my works on ao3 so I thought you might like it#fëanor#fingolfin#silmarillion#silm#my fanfic#fanpoem
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Thy Fire - A Sanders Sides FanPoem
Thy fire swirls and shifts
On the edge of eyes, of hearts
The snake, a cobra so mighty
Watching from shadows
Scales glittering gold
The corvid, darkest wings
Has fallen prey
To its own anger
The kraken, a horror in the lake
The ferns, hiding in darkness
They cackle as the fire
Roars
A dragon, ferocious and cunning
Claims himself a prince
But his anger wallows
As he's left without his twin heart
A flower, confused
Burns away
Burns too bright for others
And wastes into nothing
As no one burns light for it
A spider, the shadows that hide the cobra
Skitters and cries
Fear
Guilt weighs heavy in its eyes
A frog croaks warnings and terrors
Rules too strict
For any plant to breathe
They try to ease it up
But trials turn into error
As the flower wilts and the spider recoils
The dragon misses the kraken
Scorned by the cobra
Bitten by the frog
And no longer the flower's hero prince
All the animals and creatures
Know the fire's coming
And none can hide the angry flames
From their flower
Anymore
The flower shall burn bright again
And give itself rest
#oatmeal's poetic vomit#poem#fanpoem#sanders sides#sanders sides fanpoem#sanders sides poem#poet#tumblr poet#if ya wanna know about my poems or whatever#and want me to explain things and meanings about the poems or playlists#pls put in an ask#i would love to talk about them!#just ask :D#thatsthat24
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Hallowboned: Chapter Seven
An Angel AU narrative poetry fic
Rating: Teen Pairing: Vashwood Summary:
It’s not every day That you watch a fucking angel Fall out of the fucking sky
Nicholas D. Wolfwood Wouldn’t exactly call himself a superstitious man (Despite being raised Catholic A dubious choice for any parent to make Or, in his case Orphanage to make) But watching a human-shaped body Tumble down out of the heavens And leave a small crater in the street below Well, it does something to you
And all he had wanted was a late-night smoke
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It only gets worse from that moment on Because somehow This entire fucked up situation becomes routine It’s only been a few days, but
Every night, there’s a small fight over who sleeps on the couch And who takes the bed And who wins that battle is anyone’s bet (Wolfwood’s considered picking Vash up and throwing him in the room Blocking the door from opening somehow Because yeah, Vash doesn’t have injuries anymore But he should rest) But honestly, at this point It’s more teasing and grumbling And last night it devolved into a rock, paper, scissors situation
Then they wake up Vash has his blasphemous coffee Wolfwood makes some sort of breakfast Vash cleans up Wolfwood introduces him to a few of his favorite shows Vash binges through Livio’s entire erotica collection Wolfwood teaches him how to browse the web (A mistake, that man loves memes and only ever uses them wrong)
And, very pointedly Wolfwood doesn’t talk about all that angel shit And neither does Vash
#Vashwood#Trigun#Trimax#Trigun Maximum#Trigun Stampede#Tristamp#Poetry#Poem#Fanpoem#Fanfic#Hallowboned#In which! Meryl helps move things along!!!
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do not forget
listen know learn and never ever forget not the wars, the history, the atrocities not the joys, the learnings, the hopes listen to the story take it all in so that you know, you learn and never ever forget forgive if you can
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