#homemade poetry

[ddy-longlegz]

I like to talk but im scared of what I can say

[the-princeps]

little bit of poetry

Calliussandica walks through night and day. Calliussandica walks through snow and hay. Calliussandica walks through waves and rocks. At last he finds a bed in which he may lay.

Calliussandica, here the bears that shall growl. Calliussandica, here the fierce wolves do howl. Calliusandica, here the owls that do screech. In the northern lands that will ever be so foul.

Calliussandica who build the towers so high. Calliussandica who with the angels did fly. Calliussandica who dwelled in heavenly halls. Lay now and rest with weary breath and body and sigh.

[berryberrybeautiful]

What my father left me

When my father left me for good in the summer of 2018

He left me three things;

His eyes, his anger

And a mania envelope full of documents and photos.

The eyes I have had since birth

The anger I have held since I was ten

And the envelope is now locked away.

They eyes turn black when I’m angry,

The anger makes me bite my tongue until it bleeds,

And the envelope is filled with my baby pictures and letters he sent his then-girlfriend from jail, calling my mother a bitch.

The man who gave me these things,

Eyes, anger, and envelope,

Is married to a woman three years older than me.

I hope he will leave her better than he left me.

[maven-makes-zines]

I really like how the lettering looks on my most recent zine. I sorta wanted to keep it simple but still fun and I feel like that was achieved! Here’s the rest of the zine if you’re interested. I made it with a bunch of magazine scraps and lino-cut stamps made by myself.

[thegirlintheplaidskirt]

no one told me my twenties were going to be like this; i am ten, i am fifteen, i am eighteen, all at once. i can’t reconcile the person i am today with who i was two years ago but i still feel like time hasn’t moved since i blew out the candles on my twentieth birthday cake. i am learning to love all the things about myself that i used to hide away but there’s this constant, unending heartache because at the end of it, i let that one boy get away. every time i go back home, my brother is a little taller and my father is a little greyer, and then the agony of being unloved is replaced with the guilt of not loving those who love me, enough. i call my mom in tears and she tells me she’s proud of me no matter what i choose to do, and yet, i balance at the edge of what i must do, looking over the ledge, into supposed happiness; and i think— what if i’m not happy, there, either? and i continue to teeter until the wind pushes me, off one cliff or the other.

no one told me my twenties were going to be like this. i am heartbroken, almost constantly, yet the bottle of wine and dance party with my friends on a random tuesday, can piece it back together; a pink sky or an exceptionally good cup of tea or a song that comes on at just the right second, heals me for a minute.

and i’m starting to think that all i need to do is live for the series of these minutes.

- dancing with our shoes off, you know i think you’re awesome right?

[02nique02]

[friendly-neighborhood-goblin69]

my lunch today it

made me very happy since

i cooked it myself.

[aslisjournal]

How stupid you sound When you say “I don’t really keep up with the news” When I tell you about  My country’s drought Or its neighbours' suffering  When the day comes Wherein you will run to me,  Huffing, To speak about the tragedy  That has fell upon your family I will walk past you  Drink in hand And before I take a sip  I’ll say “I’m sorry But I don’t really keep up with the news”

Asli Hersi

[booksandothersecrets]

A car crash

Not Strong Enough, Boygenius // Silver Car Crush (Double Disaster) // Mister Impossible, Maggie Sriefvater // Homemade Dynamite, Lorde // Always Crashing in the Same Car, David Bowie // [And what of memory? That car crash we passed…], John Pursely III // There Is A Light That Never Goes Out, The Smiths // Together, Beabadoobee // Green Car Crash, Andy Warhol

[art-as-faith]

Real Beauty is a sigh

[hellokatsy]

Bro I am TERRIFIED to read my writing on stage in front of the whole school. Why did I let my teacher sign me up for ts bro 😱

[littlest-bugz]

Can't wait for the day I can write poems for a partner <3

[cobblestonesummers]

I want bells to be hung on our door…

So that when people enter they can hear them jingle and smile. I want to have a kettle on when they come through. I want the kitchen to be messy, even though I’d just cleaned it, because I got carried away making dinner before they came. I want almost fresh flowers on the mantle, and for guests to study pictures on our walls. I want a piano in the corner that anyone can play, even if they don’t know how. I want autumn scented candles and orange garlands in our windows, and old books resting on our bookshelves. I want a fireplace for stockings and roasting marshmallows when the power goes out. I want a hook in the kitchen for my apron, and a teacup in the bedroom for my rings. I want blankets to be laid across the couches, I want to decorate with sentimental things.

I want you to take your coat off when you come inside, and hang it on the claw-footed coat hanger by the door. I want to see you from the kitchen and ask you how work was, for you to hold me from behind while I finish cooking. I want us to eat at the table and talk about our days and how much time we wasted and remember our mistakes and smile at them. I want us to get lost in conversation until the late night cups of tea and hot cocoa get cold. I want to sit and read together, quietly, while the wood-wick candles crackle on the table, and Beethoven plays from the speaker on the shelf. I want to settle into rhythms, habits, and beautiful things. I want to recognize your patterns, memorize your expressions, fully know and love them all. I want to hear your whispered prayers before you go to sleep, for us to pray together about everything. I want to sit in the kitchen on cold nights with you and talk about what we’re studying.

I want to have people over often. The newlyweds, the neighbors, old friends, new friends, our families, the quiet couple from church hoping to connect. I want to say “make yourself at home, would you like something to drink?” I want to listen to their stories and share some stories of our own. To laugh and cry and pray with them. I want us to be good hosts.

I want to have a hidden bottle of sparkling cider for when your birthday rolls around, for anniversaries, engagements, pregnancy announcements, or promotions. I want our home to be one of celebration.

I want our Bibles to be open on the table while we read together, and underline verses with pens from the junk drawer. I want plants in every window and journals on bedside tables, and letters kept in boxes under our bed.

I want us to watch movies on the weekends and have the ice cream from The freezer and for us to wash the dishes after dinner.

I want to dress up fancy for a night in, have dinner by candlelight, even if there’s not an occasion to celebrate.

But even if I have none of this. Even if it takes years to build it, you are the one I want to build it with. These pieces of perfection take time and such commitment, I’d be happy to commit to them with you. I may have little savings, but I’ve been practicing my baking, my citrus garland making, and I have a teacup we can use for my rings. I don’t have much in terms of money, but your letters already have a home in a little wooden box, our favorite books can fill an old shelf until we find a better one. Breakfast may be oats, and dinner may come from the freezer section, but so long as I have God, and you, and my crafted decorations, I’m confident we’ll make it to these pieces of perfection.

(Photo not mine, credit to owner)

[justluchettathatisall]

Making breakfast burritos 🌯

[ceraea]

My Beloved and my home

By me/_ceraea_

Authors note: I wrote fluff for once wow.

"I would've loved to hear your strum my favorite songs in the background as I paint our memories using the brightest colors, to mimic how much your company has brought me such joy in my most solemn days"

[ramblesandrambling]

What the actual fuck did he write all over this? I keep squinting and trying to make sense of it. My heart beneath docked breaks as the storm

?

An ages past haunt me f....

?

To skirt the shore ?