#i write poetry at 3am

[littlethoughtsat3am]

i can’t stop thinking about how different our lives would have been if you stayed

[existingillusion]

[whereismyheartt]

when do you let go?

when it feels heavy on your soul, when you feel more trapped than emancipated, when it tastes less sweet and more like poison, when you feel yourself sinking instead of floating, when freedom becomes a battle, open your heart to intuition, you'll always know

when do you hold on?

when hope exists, when it fills your lungs with air no matter how deep the struggle is, when joy overweighs sadness, when flowers grow from hard spaces in your heart, when you don't feel the friction it's worth holding on to, if it flows, it's worth swimming in

[thisispoetrybyamyy]

My heart kinda aches when you're talking to someone else. Can't wait for our turn again

[raebiis]

My Grief

My grief is a quiet thing,

Stealing the breath from my lips,

A great trembling beast,

heavy, pressing in my chest.

Twisting, clawing, tugging,

It devours my gut,

Leaving behind a frightening,

Quiet,

Silencing void.

Oh grief, shuddering,

No sound escaping,

I can't breathe,

can’t speak,

can’t-

[sotc]

Last six lines

I was tagged by @pavus a bit ago to do this little game! Thank you for thinking of me 💞 I don't normally post my writing on here because I am shy and mostly a lot of my writing these days are for rping with my rp partner. Also I genuinely didn't have any wips to share. I've been tossing and turning zevana around for weeks in my mind palace to the point where I had to finally write out at least a scene I imagined playing out in my head.

tagging; @uldren-sov @aroserinosman @crowealtius @defira85 and @arendaes! No pressure if you don't feel like it. If you've done this game already recently though and I missed it let me know so I can peek! 👀

Post the most recent last six lines you wrote:

"And so you thought to seduce me with it?" She quirks a brow at him in her accusation. He was certain he spied her lips fighting off a smile. At him, for him, because of him. It could nearly make him stumble when he feels an unexpected warmth stir in his chest. "Hmm. Now that is a thought, isn't it?" He smiled in his challenge. "Would it work?" "Don't bet on it." Milana rolled her eyes before resuming her stare into the fire. He couldn't help but find himself amused at her reply, nor how endearing he found it as he watches her sulk and curl back into herself. She is not the first to reject his advances, in fact, she has been diligent in doing so in the many attempts he's made during their travels. But he takes it with stride; no harm nor foul to his confidence when truthfully he found the challenge in trying to find what worked on her curiously and endlessly entertaining.

I wanted to give a little extra than six lines since I am writing a lot of dialogue that is already in the game lol so take a little insight to my zevran pov for a scene setup before I venture offroad!!

[symphony-for-the-eyes]

I am the bravest at 3AM - by me

[31poems]

3am

Now that I know what I’m missing

It’s so hard to not feel alone.

Surrounded by smiles and laughter,

But no one picks up the fucking phone.

And 3am by Halsey satiates my screaming soul;

She knows how it feels to be manic

Late at night when there’s no one to take home.

“It’s 3am and I’m calling everybody that I know.”

8/10/24

[myrandompoetry]

Love is like the ocean

Love is like the tides

A constant push and pull

Love is like the waves

A constant giving and getting

Love only works when both love

Love only works when there is balance

It doesn't work if someone just takes

It doesn't work if someone just gives

[3amfanfiction]

You know what I honestly hope and believe comes after death?

Nothingness. The same thing you feel when you’re deeply asleep. No awareness. But not in an ended sort of way.

Bear with me here.

There’s a cartoon sketch I remember reading of two snowmen looking at the spring sun and one says do you believe in the water cycle? And the other scoffs and says that they just water the grass when they melt and he’s okay with that.

I think we go through our own water cycle. I hope that after we die, we’re broken down to our smallest pieces that are reused in a trillion different ways.

Our pieces break apart and attach to other’s pieces. These new pieces become something a little bit bigger before mixing with 2 different pieces and morphing again.

Some parts of us soak into the ground, seeping down, down, down until we merge with groundwater.

Some parts of us evaporate and get carried away by the breeze. Mixed and swirled with things moving through you that you can’t observe.

Some of us get drank. Entering another’s bloodstream until you are carried far away and are once more expelled. What do snowmen know of the bloodstream of a squirrel?

You never die— you’re still all there just not in a format you recognize. But keep in mind that for as infinite as the water cycle is, our pieces’ cycle is just as long. The odds of anything are possible which means sometimes, when everything happens just right . . . a few pieces of you happen to match back up together in the next cycle.

If we’re going back to our comic we would say that after the snowmen melted, all the atoms/pieces that made up one specific drop of water manage to keep themselves together through the water cycle. They evaporate into the sky. They move into clouds. The clouds release water. The water freezes and becomes snow. And all those original atoms which happened to stay together, become a single snowflake again.

The odds are low but they’re not zero in the infinite.

I think we see this in the people who say they can remember a past life. For the ones who swear they lived in different times. I think enough of their pieces came back together to give them a small glimpse of who they were.

In no way are they the same as the original. They have a mix of too many other pieces for that to happen, but what they do have is enough for an echo. An echo of the energy that it once held.

It’s not reincarnation but it’s certainly not death either.

[violight-ghost]

Singer songwriter Jewel is so fucking good at what she does (singing songwriting)

[littlethoughtsat3am]

i have never loved a stranger more or known a stranger better than i have known and loved you

[existingillusion]

You lighten my days in a universe I despise.

[felixxthefrog]

i used to wonder what it was like on the other side

all they spoke of was hell

fire, brimstone, pain

darkness

loneliness

that is what they told me of the other pastures

what they showed me

as they lectured lifeless from the pulpit

if i'd known what the other side really looked like

i might've left sooner

(i wish i would have known)

sleepy sunday mornings

under the softest blankets

drinking in the honey sun that streams through the blinds

staying home and just existing

(do you think they know what it's like?)

a dim room filled with friends

floating two inches off the ground once the gin burn fades

stifled giggles and giddy conversations

swaying to the music

all of us together, no longer alone

(this is my sanctuary)

what it is to sing with no purpose, with only love for myself

screaming the lyrics i once hid from my parents

broken harmonies

mending souls, hearts, minds

not worrying about closed eyes and raised hands

just headphones in the kitchen

and the taste of her cherry chapstick

(this is my worship)

the pleasure of food

the pleasure of self

the pleasure of sleeping in the same bed

warm bodies tangled together, pressed against each other, desperate

in a wordless understanding of comfort and care

(this is what saves me)

what it's like to live without the pressures of hemlines

and necklines

and sleeves

without wondering if it's bad how much you touch

or how pretty her lips are from across the room

not caring if they see you at that place they deemed demonic

or if they see you gazing longingly when she shows off her new dress

(i'm not afraid anymore)

not of lips

and stomachs

and noses bumping together

and fluttering breath

her nails digging into my back

her drunken kisses sobered me

(this is what heaven is like)

not to listen to a booming voice from the heavens

nor from the stage

only the quiet ones in my heart

and the kind ones around me

(i wish god had sounded like this)

the butterflies at hearing those words that feel true

to who and what i am

the labels, but not the bad ones

not the guilt trips, just the words i chose to depict my truest self

the words i chose to show my colors in all their beauty

the way i want them

the people that i chose

not out of obligation

but the ones who love me, the ones who truly care

(they are my congregation)

being guiltless and reckless

and full of questions

but not the ones that make me worry

the weightless freedom of insignificance

and indifference

and not being scared.

-what they didn't tell me about the other side

[thisispoetrybyamyy]

You shine so bright, all the other stars fade away. I only have eyes for you

[spilledinkandtears]

I hated biscuits. Could never stand them. But then one day I bought some to get change for the washing machine and you thought I liked them. So you kept on buying them for me, and I grew to love biscuits. (Via @spilledinkandtears )

He is my love