#full poems

[daweyt]

Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains, on that northern shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover Thy noble heart forever, ever more? Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers, From those brown hills, have melted into spring: Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering! Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along; Other desires and other hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong! No later light has lightened up my heaven, No second morn has ever shone for me; All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But, when the days of golden dreams had perished, And even Despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence could be cherished, Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check the tears of useless passion— Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine; Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that tomb already more than mine. And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?

Emily Brontë, “Remembrance”

[goodlinesfrombadpoems]

Climate Change

We mix like oil and piss, I am a fister of youth pastors and tragic himbos, getting high off a methane leak in your snatch while scavenging through the pubes for Blue's clues, please put this poem in the compost bin right away before the rot sets in. Climate change is real and our love is a mirage, I'm still huffing your spoiled puss when I realize we're all just fossil fuels, burning away the days listening to lectures about zainichi and a semi-divine Confucius, "The means of production is not your toothbrush," "They liked to count people in ancient China," "Climate change is like aliens." You look like a demigoddess in that denim, and I'm a burnt-out solar panel looking up at the eclipse.

[stimmingandstruggling]

i’m still figuring out how redbook works so i can’t share the video here yet, but y’all.

a woman made a post on tiktok talking about li hua, a pseudonym students in china learning english would write under to american “pen pals.” these letters were never sent. apparently it was crazy common, hundreds of letters have been written from li hua.

and people have started saying they feel like li hua is getting a response.

this woman posted this on tiktok and the comments were full of people writing responses, apologizing to li hua for not being in touch for so long. and one american mentioned how when they were a kid they dug holes in the beach and thought if they dug deep enough they could reach china all the way on the other side of the world, and that just awoke some MEMORIES. like, i did that. i dug holes in the sand and wondered how close i was. “as children we dug holes at the beach to try to get to you. we wondered what you’d be like our whole lives.”

the same woman made a post talking about THAT on redbook, saying it feels like we’ve both been just struggling to reach each other for so long. “i suddenly realize, this meeting was actually a two way effort. it’s like you’ve done a lot of hard work and come a long way before a date, and the wait was too long that you gradually started to forget the original intention of embarking on this road, and began to doubt, is your date real? suddenly one day, they really appeared in front of you and tell you i also made an effort to see you. and that’s a wonderful thing.”

idk that just made me cry a bit. i’ve seen a couple people refer to the feeling of being a little kid at the playground again, awkward and clumsy and sometimes hurting each other but everyone just eager to meet and share what they love.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

– Oscar Wilde

[wednesdaysfullofwoe]

[peaceishim]

The one who loves the moon, still loves it when it is not in the sky, when it might not be in front of their eyes. The love is still there.

-A.S.

[hisbodycorpse]

⠀ 𝕭iogrɑfíɑs, 𝜇𝑠𝜎 𝑙𝜄𝑏𝑟𝜀.

⠀⠀ 01. #𝑪u͟e͟r͟p͟o ♱ ⦉ 體找到了出路 ⦊

⠀⠀ ◙ 𝟖𝟹 。       𝐭͟𝐢͟𝐧͟𝐭͟𝐚͟ 𝐨͟ 𝐩͟𝐚͟𝐩͟𝐞͟𝐥͟.

⠀⠀

02. ℘ ⃛͡ ��. Goose—bumps 𓉲 ⠀‛ ⋄

#每一个爱抚，直到我们成为陌生人。

03. 深入皮膚下的紋身,⠀⠀   𓍝 ⠀⠀即使身⠀

#.o͟ɹ͟ᴉ͟ɟ͟ɐ͟Z͟ 𖤓⠀⠀ 𓊆 體找到了出路 𓊇 ⅞

04. 𝐀͟𝐧͟𝐠͟𝐞͟𝐥͟'𝐬 𝐅͟𝐚͟𝐥͟𝐥͟.

🚫 ꯳⃘꤫ 𒋲 ꉺ ҉

05. 𓏶 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗼.

𝑑͟𝑒͟𝑠͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑡͟𝑜͟𝑟͟. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𖥟

Estas biografías pueden ser modificadas,

intercaladas, tomadas como inspiración.

Si bien se respetan mis créditos, es decir,

no hacerlas pasar como suyas.

[humbuns]

clair de lune

[daweyt]

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow; The storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing drear can move me; I will not, cannot go.

Emily Brontë, “The night is darkening round me”

[goodlinesfrombadpoems]

痛快一时

你是一种兴奋剂， 也是一个催泪弹， 我跟理性打了个持久战， 只是好久没“短恋”过，唉， 给你一个短赞。 有缘无分，但心里有数， 我心里输给了孤独、孤独症以及一种 痴心妄想、不顾一切地追追追， 让我们追悼这场追求， 痛失了尊严，只剩四五鸡蛋， 没有药引子，只剩你的影子， 我很痛快，我很疼你， 你是一种值痛药。

[vielesundnichts]

there shall be no day without strays of sunlight shining through the seemingly never ending void of clouds

[geryone]

Wound is the Origin of Wonder, Maya C. Popa

[wednesdaysfullofwoe]

⠀ ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡

ﾟ。 horror movies and my bed

　 ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

[greatfairyfontaine]

figuring out your sexuality doesn’t have to be so complicated by the way. let time do its thing, focus on yourself and surround yourself with people that will allow you to grow a little more each day. that will allow you to be yourself. if you fall for someone, whoever it may be, as long as they treat you right, then good for you. most importantly, don’t try to change whoever you are just to be loved. It will come your way if you open your heart just enough.

[noodles-07]

on growing up

unknown / eight by sleeping at last / from eden by hozier / unknown / lie with me by philleppe besson / snippet from one of my poems / urban dictionary page on requited love / unknown / first love late spring by mitski / unknown / @/ryebreadgf / persepolis by marjane satrapi

when I tell you I tried SO HARD to find the sources for the unknowns but they only ever took me to deactivated pages or pinterest links please send me an ask/message if you can find them

[soracities]

Lisa Suhair Majaj, from "Claims" [ID'd]