#free poem titles!

[goatsmell]

More from the Lost Titles File

Duodenum Bone is Connected to the Brain Bone Efficiently Chunky Yogurt Slapnuts and the Seven Horn Orchestra Ripped but not So Swole Farting Blood on the Train The Good Bikkhu Peckersnot Toast Breakfast at the Monte Carlo Fondling the Adjectives

[thenothlng]

death comes to me again, a girl

death comes to me again, a girl in a cotton slip. barefoot, giggling. it’s not so terrible she tells me, not like you think, all darkness and silence. there are wind chimes and the smell of lemons. some days it rains. but more often the air is dry and sweet. i sit beneath the staircase built from hair and bone and listen to the voices of the living. i like it, she says, shaking the dust from her hair, especially when they fight, and when they sing.

[hurdy-girly]

[lesbian-hannibal]

little bit of ekphrastic poetry based on the art piece 'Woman with Dead Child' by Käthe Kollwitz.

[solis-angelus]

a poem I wrote after seeing this post and many others on here.

Her name was Sidra Hassouna, and she was killed among the thousands of other people in Palestine. Never forgive never forget.

[naeemajusthasthoughts]

POV

I don't think that you tried to see it from my point of view The hellish sort of pain that only you could put me through. I don't think you can see that underneath I have accepted the plea a non-verbal sort of surrendering me There are no words that could be said no apology that could mend this fence yet I have silence myself to hold on the last piece of peace and not make a monster out of me The anger that spoke The words that intended to hurt That hard rock shell was never a shelter it was only a pretence those cracks are too deep to repair. I don't think you have tried to ask the other side only a straight long road with blinkers on the sides, it is in those hidden paths that I reside in hidden in and hoped so deeply, that I could make it one day without fighting to not be afraid, still you have hurt me once again. Though perhaps it was me this time feeling the lost feeling of being left outside and those voices fighting in my mind, But only one that's too loud and too proud stubborn with on emotions resting inside It laughs every time. Setting what I knew from those dark days And this feeling doesn't seem to go away. I don't think you have ever tried to see it from my point of view You have always loved taking sides that only suited you left me on the outskirts trying to find myself anew and God knows I have tried to but this voice inside It doesn't want me to let go any time too soon.

[scamera-writes]

the world looks better through your eyes

I’ve started staring out windows more often. Do you notice the casual biker? Do you notice the walker with their earbuds in? Do you notice the couple holding hands and pressing up to each other?

Sometimes I don’t, you can’t see everything. But when I do I am reminded of all the lives we lead Most of us will never interact with each other I will never know their names.

But I will see them. I will think about them. I will wonder what they plan on eating for dinner tonight I will wonder if they go home and call their mom Or maybe they open the door to a lovers arms

I am reminded that we live. I am reminded that we breathe. I am forever reminded that every day- We are surrounded by the mundane beautiful.

The world is beautiful in the smallest ways

I will enjoy myself until the end of time I will smile with my last breath The light in my eyes won’t leave If I have something to say about it

I don’t know what drives me to this passion Maybe it's the way I can see the stars at night Maybe it's the headlights on the freeway Maybe it’s the foliage around me as I walk Maybe it’s just how it’s supposed to be.

I can see that you see it too And when I hold your hand, When I press against your side, When we laugh like no one is watching, I’m aware of the fact that we are living:

In a world of stars, In a world of beauty, In a world of love.

And I’ve found it with you.

-the world looks better through your eyes (By me)

[creatediana]

"Wow, bitch. Who tf are you?" - a free verse poem written 12/22/2023

[silvermeww]

I see you tag a lot of things as 'kalosian woods', what does it mean??? is it like a project or a fic or something? 👀

Hey there anon! Yah, it’s a massive AU/rewrite thing I have for the XY anime (and maybe games??) that I’ve been planning for a while now. The name is short for ‘beware of kalosian woods; lovely, dark and deep’ and it’s up on AO3 at currently idk 6 fics?? Which is super funny since so far I’ve managed to plan out 60 fics for it and the numbers are getting higher as I go on lol. Anyways, this all happened when I got inspired by a friend to rewrite some scenes of the anime and then welp, it snowballed into a project of massive proportions that should, if I’m motivated enough, keep me occupied for a year at least ^^’

I guess I should say some things about it since I’ve been rambling on for so long, huh? Well, in my watch of XY (and many future ruminations afterwards) I guess my biggest problem was that almost everyone but Ash and Greninja got their narrative presence and story potential whittled down to almost nothing (if not downright nothing) as the series went on. The start had promise but afterwards? Straight off the series itself I can’t tell you much about anyone in any real deep capacity (and the sad thing is that I do care about at least some of them, but they end up getting the shortest stick ever :/). So, in this rewrite I’m shaking things up and giving everyone opportunities to develop and grow, try out new things and new bonds, let the Pokémon play around with each other and their Trainers (Chespin my beloved, why did you never exist beyond the butt if the joke when you used to have a Reason for Being in your origin ep?? ;w;), all that jazz. Also including some game plots and characters (AZ should’ve been there and in my essay), more fleshed out Team Flare, maybe Southern Kalos??? Still thinking on that. More dramatic and honestly more cooler Kalos Crisis where we don’t just have two 50% Zygarde and then Zygarde Rock, changing up the way Showcases are done (letting them be their own thing seperate from Contests while also having that creative flare), more lore for that Bond Phenomenon, etc. Basically I’m going to have fun with the playground of Kalos lore/locations and letting any character that was a character have their time to shine, so if there are any backgrounders that you may have taken a shine to, there’s probably a chance that I’ve written them in this big thing heh.

(My second problem is the lack of Legendary Death Bird and Life Deer in the series that introduces them—wdym the only time I can see them is in one movie for 5 minutes? And don’t get me started on the cameo in the camp arc.

So naturally I’m going to have them play a role throughout the series as well, down to the Crisis itself. Can’t have Squishy have all the fun :3)

So, I’m not sure if I truly grasped what this project is about, tbf I’m still planning it out as I go since I’ve always been a pantser, but it’s something fun for me and I hope that more people will come to enjoy it too! A mix of every genre, some crack interspersed within the fluff and angst, Sycamore adopting way too many children while placing himself in a self-made love triangle, lore and deep connections, history and its effects, life and death and order.

And being the best version of yourself. That too.

PS I forgot to add, my tag is basically a really funny spoilers-no-spoilers compilation of posts that fit the vibe of the whole series. Like the posts just resonates with a certain part of the series and represents it and I thought that hey, might as well make a tag that would make no sense to anyone until the series is finished while also giving myself inspiration and motivation. I should probably make a side blog for the project but that’s if it gains enough traction I think, like an askblog or compilation thing. Anyways lmk if there’s anything unclear in my massive ramble or if you want to know something more/else, I’ve really enjoyed this ask if you can tell heh :D <33

[chimerawrites]

Go Ahead and Cry, Little Girl

I see him in everyone. Maybe that's why I can't seem to fall in love. A fear that I'll just end up with someone like him. Maybe it's the fear that I will never be enough.

Because I was never enough for him anyway. The person that was supposed to love me unconditionally, irrevocably. If I wasn't enough for him then how can I even expect to be enough for someone else? I wasn't enough to make him stay.

I wasn't enough then and I’m not enough now.

Every time he gets the chance he leaves. He seems to love strangers more than his blood… but it's not him. It can't be.

He never chose me.

I surely must be the problem then. Leaving me twice isn't enough when he is still looking for the opportunity to leave again. Leave me again.

So how can I fall in love with someone when I'm always expecting them to leave? It’s always “when” not “if”. He left, and they will too. Because I will never be enough to make them stay.

[lanzhans]

went thru my inbox and found this ask that an anon sent me like almost 2 yrs ago at this point and it was a poem they thought i'd like but the blog deactivated before i answered the ask so i have no idea what the poem is. anon i hope u know u haunt me forever i have gone to the ends of the earth to find that poem i am so sorry

[popcorn-plots]

I wanted to write a poem

To my class, my teacher, my world

but the words wouldn't come.

I wanted to write a poem

telling them that AI is not a god.

But I couldn't find the words, hidden behind my screen

If AI is not a god, why do people worship it?

If it turns evil, like those shitty sci-fi movies, do we crucify it?

Cut it's sides, lash it, force it on a cross with a crown of thorns

saying that we knew all along, jeering until it turns on us, benevolent in its anger?

I wanted to write a poem

but I couldn't find the lines

I wanted to write a poem

to show what I thought

but how do I compare what AI has become to human ideology?

AI is not a god, but it has a halo of binary code and a server of believers

I wanted to write a poem

but the words aren't forming

and I'm drowning in my thoughts

people tells me to "ask chatgpt",

to talk to a robot

and find my answers in plagiarized words

but they say it in the same way they tell me to turn to god

AI is not a god.

so why do people want it to be

@salidqueen

[adhd-merlin]

She looks at Merlin from under heavy eyelids, drinking in the sight of him before he has to slip away and back to the quarters he shares with Gaius. He’s quiet, as if lost in thought — his cheek pillowed on his hand, while with the other he plays with a stray tendril of her hair, twirling it between his fingers. Gwen is looking right at him, and he is touching her, and yet it still feels so unreal to have him there, in bed with them, half-naked. She thinks of the night that started it all — an innocent conversation, a playful remark, Arthur’s shock at hearing about her kiss with Merlin turning into mortified arousal. “Do you remember the first time I kissed you?” she asks, out of the blue. Merlin’s hand stops and he glances worriedly at Arthur. It makes Gwen laugh because it’s unexpected, and ridiculous — that he should worry about this, after all they’ve done. As if they hadn’t coaxed him into it. “Oh, he knows,” Gwen reassures him. Arthur snorts softly into her neck. “You were just about conscious,” he drawls. “If anything, Guinevere is the one who should apologise to you.” Gwen pokes him in the side with her elbow. “I thought he had died!” “I didn’t mind,” Merlin interjects, and there’s a grin hidden in the curve of his mouth. “Clearly,” Arthur says, dryly.

from Call It Anything We Want on AO3

[trulythine]

GIVE ME A TITLE Y'ALL PLSSSSSSS🥲

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

"the sun is also a star" for the fake fic title

Thank you for the ask, anon! 🥰 Sorry if I got a little poetic (? if I dare use that word) vs fandom related but this is what came to mind.

The sun is also a star. It is a basic fact of life, but one that most people never think about. To those in orbit, their sun is life. It is warmth. It is a necessity for survival. And yet... it is also just a star. Stars die out all the time. They just blink out of existence and so few people even take notice. And why should they? There are so many millions of others out there that it isn't even noticeable when one has disappeared. Star after star fades away, but we go on with our star, with our sun shining as brightly as ever. Yet what happens when my star, my sun is gone? Turned back to stardust floating in the cosmic void. When my light, my warmth, my life, the thing that kept me going is just.... gone. Will anyone else care? No. I don't think so. A few might. Those who have taken the time to study my star, to really see it and know it is there. Maybe they will notice the black, emptiness where my star once shone. But the rest of the world will move on, oblivious to the light that was lost. And why should they? My star will just have been one of the millions to disappear and as long as their star is still shining brightly, who would notice? But their sun is also a star. And sooner or later, all stars must come to an end..... Maybe someone will notice then.

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it