#i didn’t write this to be a poem
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bonaventure cemetery 🤍
august 2024
#when i was in 4th grade one of my teachers wanted me to write a poem for an assembly thing#and they didn’t give me a theme so naturally i wrote a poem about this specific cemetery. for some reason#the school called my mom and made me write a new poem 😒#i was such a morbid little girl lol#mine#my art#photography#photo diary#photographers on tumblr#southern gothic#southern goth#southern gothic aesthetic#regional gothic#cemetery#graveyard#nature#naturecore#spanish moss#bonaventure#savannah#gothic#goth aesthetic#angel#sculpture
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One sunny day when I was in high school I was walking home alone. The sun was shining, gentle wind rustled the treetops. I was just starting to be able to see that beauty again. I had been depressed for a long time, but that mundane walk home felt magical to me.
On the sidewalk I saw something unusual. I was in love with life in that moment and fascinated to know more. I crouched down to observe and saw the most enchanting bug. I’d never seen anything like it. To this day I can’t remember what it looked like, only that it was as beautiful as the sun shining on the green world below.
My attention was rapt on this tiny magical creature living in such a massive and wondrous world, wondering what it was and marveling that I’d never seen anything like it.
I didn’t hear the girls come up behind me on the sidewalk. But suddenly there was a leg beside me. I wasn’t embarrassed to be caught looking at a bug. I was glad someone else might come observe this tiny wonder with me.
Her foot shot up and stomped down abruptly, crushing the object of my interest. I looked up at her.
I didn’t know either of the girls standing above me. They had seen a stranger and decided to punish her for behaving in a way they considered unacceptable. I looked up at the face of the girl who had killed my bug, trying to understand her thoughtless malice.
I think she had expected me to be upset or visibly shaken by her destruction. When I stared unblinkingly up at her she seemed to feel a brief moment of shame, shifting uneasily.
Then she and her friend turned and walked away without a word spoken.
#ramblies#sometimes I want to make a comic about this moment but I can never do it justice#it was just a random act of cruelty#but I think when I didn’t react how she expected she did realize what she’d done#writing#it’s not a poem but is it? I dunno#story
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I am an artist, or I guess something of the such, I write and paint and read and devour art with a longing lust.
But lately I am messy, maybe I always have been; I can’t count how many times I’ve been caught with flecks of paint buried under my nails or charcoal smudged on my skin.
Even when messy, I know what I want to do. I want the mess I create to be something beautiful; art asks for us to take tragedy and transform it into something the masses can relate to.
So, I’m smashing perfect tiles to create some new mosaic but, it all is just starting to look eerily similar to the normal messes I make.
The shards of ceramic are askew and won’t sit how they should, so now I’ve got this frown on my face tugging down and taking with it everything that makes art feel good.
But, I see it in the shards and shapes, right there is a trail of every single idiotic mess I have made.
It’s all the drunk kisses that leave my lips bruised, or the weeping tears to be a version of myself whose ribs protrude.
It’s ugly and never looks how it should; it’s throwing daggers with my tongue at those I love to see if they come back, even if they’re staggering from their wounds.
I am an artist. I create all the time but, it’s not always pretty pastels or delicate little words spoken with a small smile. It’s messy and cruel, which are two traits that stick to me like tar.
Because I am an artist, and I have mastered the art of fucking up as well as the stars have mastered dancing in the dark.
the artist - t.k.o
#poets on tumblr#poetry#writing#new poets society#poetsandwriters#female writers#poem#poem of the day#writers on tumblr#artdaily#artist#artwork#writersociety#nah serious tho why do i keep writing sad shit#writerscorner#writer#writer stuff#writerscommunity#writers and poets#writer things#writerblr#young poets#short poem#poetic#poet#poesia#the tortured poets department#is it bad if i read this to my therapist like poetry slam she didn’t agree to or want?#original poem#poems and quotes
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Every time I see this poem floating around on my socials, I read it in Larry’s voice.
#sally face#larry johnson#sam pink#piece a shit#tried to find this poem on Sam pink’s tumblr so I could reblog it from there but I didn’t see it there#frog#forg#not mine#not my writing#tell me I’m wrong#Larry Johnson coded#rotting#my brain is rotting#🥔 💭
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richard siken “driving, not washing” / benjamin 2018 / ilya kaminsky “while the child sleeps, sonya undresses”
#my heart…#ilya kaminsky#richard siken#crush#poetry#poem#writings#excerpts#words#benjamin 2018#film#film stills#parallels#web weaving#was going to add that one scene from gods own country but i didn’t like the way it looked welp#on love#tenderness#heart full of tenderness
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“Of my dejected soul have made
Your bed, your lodging, and domain:
To whom I'm linked (Unseemly jade!)
As is a convict to his chain,
Or as the gamester to his dice,
Or as the drunkard to his dram,
Or as the carrion to its lice —
I curse you. Would my curse could damn!”
-The Vampire, Charles Baudelaire
#was gonna draw a Rabastan companion piece but then I just didn’t lol#regulus black#regulus arcturus black#marauders era#art tag#marauders#regulus black art#the marauders fandom#the marauders era#trans regulus black#trans regulus#got a new sketchbook so yayyy my art was getting too cleaned up a#I want eveyone to know I always saw jegulus as this poem#but now I’m writing a bartylus fic based on them sigh
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What a terrible thing it is, to be the only one spared by a curse.
pleased to remind everyone that I write sometimes whenever the demons (unmedicated adhd) let me, anyone interested in Zoox Anthellae in the torment nexus for 10k words (I think abt him waiting in that hospital room for Amber and Devo to recover from the sallow So Much.)
#the adventure zone#the adventure zone ethersea#taz ethersea#taz#romeo’s poems#taz fanfic#this is kind of really miserable I didn’t mean to get so deep with it HNSKJSJ it’s fine. peace and love on planet earth or something#I canonised Doctor Shaq’s tag on ao3 with this fic. Shaqheads rejoice#zoox anthellae#devo la main#amber gris#doctor shaq#<- I GUESS he can get tagged here too. I didn’t intend for him to have such a significant role when I started writing this LOL
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I didn’t change; I just see things differently now. Unknown
#I didn’t change; I just see things differently now.#Unknown#motivation#quotes#poetry#literature#relationship quotes#writing#original#words#love#relationship#thoughts#lit#prose#spilled ink#inspiring quotes#life quotes#quoteoftheday#love quotes#poem#aesthetic#spilled thoughts#relatable quotes#reading#art#romance quotes#shakespeare
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#poem#poetry#mitski#sadgirl#creative writing#spilled ink#quotes#life quotes#guys guess who fell in love with someone who didn’t feel the same way only to never be able to see them again???#when oh when will i not be overdramatic? the question remains#but fr jamie if you see this come with me pookie please please please
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When I ask if you find me beautiful
I’m not asking if you find me attractive, or sexy, or cute, or hot, or pretty, or handsome. I’m asking if you see me streaking across the night sky like an exploding firework. I need to know if you hear the Creator’s song whenever I turn back to face you. Am I beautiful: as a movement of love, as a global uprising, as a million martyrs. As heroic and sweet and brave and kind. Do you get it? I don’t need to be found attractive, but I need to be found. I’m not a flower but a garden. I need a loving eye, patient mind, and tender pair of hands to nurture all the life I make beautiful every time I share myself again. Do you find me beautiful, or rather, do you catch me facing the world at just the right angle, and suddenly know that miracles exist? Suddenly know what a miracle is.
#poetry#poem#writing#love#spilled ink#spilled poetry#poet#poets on tumblr#spilled thoughts#spilled words#poets corner#writers and poets#spilled prose#prose poetry#prose#another silly thing I didn’t need to write but I’m trying to be more active on here#original poem#love poem
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Taxi, May 1989. “Fragrant Deception”
Photographed by Steven White.
Models: Jessica and Rochelle Relyea.
“The bawdier maiden got the rogue in the sack, But all he could do was write on her back.
He could not perform in the way she desired; By the scent of another his fancy was fired.”
#need a rogue to write on my back pronto#sooo that fun little poem was written for this editorial i guess? bc searching for it yielded no results? hmmm#about the models: rochelle is the redhead. and i ID’d jessica from a discogs page bc she appeared on an album cover#they credited the model but didn’t give her surname grrr#oh & i read a comment from rochelle (the redhead) on bellazon and she said this was photographed in an art nouveau apartment in new york#steven white#fashion photography#rochelle relyea#1989#1980s#past doing the past#fave pics#bodice ripper
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i grew up being labelled an unempathetic person but idk about that because i cry whenever i read words engraved in the present tense on tombstones
#i think i just didn’t cry much#don’t get me STARTED kn the plaques put on benches#instant tears#actually autism#actually neurodivergent#spilled thoughts#thoughts#writing#quoteoftheday#poetry#life quotes#quotes#words#poem#literature#tombstone
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I want you to hate me. Because I truly love proving myself right.
I love satisfying the sick whispers of self loathing and controlling the narrative of how this love will end, in time.
Because I know how to hurt you and sometimes I do it without even trying, I’ve got this bitter guilt and this ever-quick poisonous bite.
I am not loveable or cute or the girl everyone wants to fawn over, I am the girl people compare to hurricanes because it’s a promise that I will destroy everything in sight.
It’s an imposter, a facade, some type of trick of the light, this version of me you love has never aligned with the one that whispers harsh truths to me late at night.
No, I’m not her, and I don’t deserve any of your love, because given the chance I’m still that sharp tongued snake always ready to poison the ones who take a selfless step in the murky waters to try to hold my head above.
So I’ll push you so far away, to the point that you stop understanding why you ever even contemplated fighting to stay.
Because honestly, I truly love being right.
Letting you think I’m a monster means you’re finally meeting the dark voice who’s been whispering words of hatred to me every night.
The self fulfilling prophecy - t.k.o
#poets on tumblr#poetry#writing#new poets society#love#mental health#self destruction#writersociety#nah serious tho why do i keep writing sad shit#writer#writerscorner#writers on tumblr#female writers#writerscommunity#writers and poets#is it bad if i read this to my therapist like poetry slam she didn’t agree to or want?#poetsandwriters#bipolor#writer things#writer stuff#poemsdaily#poem of the day#poems and quotes#original poem#poems on tumblr#young poets#sad poem#writerblr#excerpt from a book i'll never write#viral
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You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, please know you’re beautiful. I’m sorry that you died feeling as though you were not. Alone in your room as the wind outside blew and the moon reflecting on you. They had no right in casting you aside, no right in punishing you for letting yourself be known so vulnerably laid out flat. They had no right mutilating your heart for what it was. You’re beautiful. I wish that I could’ve told you sooner. Even more so, I wish you knew it yourself.
#why didn’t you love yourself like I loved you?#lit#poets on tumblr#spilled ink#writing#literature#quote#poem#words#love#loss of love#loss#angst#beautiful#beauty#spilled thoughts#dark academia#romantic academia#tragic love#loosely inspired by a movie I watched a while back#had no right in being so fucking tragic#spilled words#typography#spilled emotions#emotions
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insane unfinished poem(??) i just found in my docs.. yeas its abt all philzer characters🫶🙏
#can i even call this a poem#also WHAT possessed me to write this#why didn’t i finish it. where was i going w it#guess we’ll never know#🐀#philza#philza hardcore#c!philza#the rat writes#writing wip
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