#im definitely not a poet

[fella-lovin-fella]

i rediscovered my old poetry... yikes

[astralzeraphias]

maybe i came too early, maybe i came too late

i’m waiting in the shadows of the scaffolds of the old cafés where you told me to wait

[andreilscat]

jeremy knox would make jean watch dead poets society with him

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

I wish that you would just hug me and call me beautiful and tell me that there is nothing in my heart that needs to be healed. That i am not an abomination, that i am not unnatural, that i am not detestable. That my flames are not from hell, but are from the passions of your heart. That my heart fires are from your heart fires

[gobullworth]

inside russell’s thick skin be heart of warrior poet

[lunarvalleysonagentleplanet]

Be me.

Sitting in an airport terminal on the way home.

Hyper-aware of all the Taylor shirts surrounding me.

Listening to the groups talk about what Secret Songs they're hoping for.

Watching the young Swifties, who are strangers, trade bracelets. Their faces encompassed with joy because in that second they're best friends.

Ears perked for any clowns or Tumblr references. Them not knowing that I'm sitting in the same vicinity as them.

My emotional dichotomy is monumental.

I'm so excited for them. They all are about to experience something magical.

But I'm stricken by the grief of my incapability to witness first-hand that live, communal experience. Again. It stings that much more given it's right in my backyard.

Sure Taygating is a thing; but to hear people saying it's their third or fourth show is soul crushing.

I'm grappling with the fact it's just money. The gremlins are screaming for me to buy the StubHub tickets. But then I'm dancing with the Devil and I'm validating a scalper. I'd rather those seats go empty and the scalper be out the money. Giving the neighboring Enchanted ones have that little extra room to dance knowing their lives won't ever be the same because of that night.

Now I'm down bad, cryin on the plane. Everything comes out; teenage petulance. Fuck it if I can't get tix.

[vellhighbandi]

Men So Ghastly

Our brothers that supported and cheered for us When did they turn into mysogynists who leered at us When do sons turn into the very monster mothers warn their daughters about When do the boys we played with start believing in the words some idiots spout How can he be a doting father a moment and a bloody molester in the next Since when was stalking romantic, was consent only to be found in an old text I ask a question, so many whispered to their soul so quietly How did the boys so lovely, grow into men so ghastly? Was it the society that poisoned young minds to force us apart Did it shape those malleable minds into an axe that cleaves our heart Was it the wrong parenting, that somehow instilled these ideas of superiority Gave their children the ridiculous notions of being the ultimate authority But then how did siblings grow up to have ideologies so different The fault never truly laid solely at the feet of their parent If they were born that way then how do brothers differ so. If it's the peer pressure then where did the conscience go? Should the question be flipped to look at what some did right? Instead of only looking for the faults of the ones that went off the light These men that respect everyone, where were they brought up? These that talk instead of hitting when a disagreement does flare up I hope for a world where they aren't like a needle in a haystack A world where women don't always have a set of eyes on their back A world where the girls can play into the night with the boys Where a girl doesn't lose her innocence at an age to play with toys

-Sharma

[ghostboyhood]

if the dps fandom thinks their denial about neil is bad they should take one look at the IT fandom...

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

obsessed with their different reactions to being called starcrossed lovers

[ghost-proofbaby]

i wish i was a fictional character. like, the mc of some romance novel, or the strong lead of a fantasy series. someone people look at and go “oh yeah, i’m putting you in my heart forever.”

[fella-lovin-fella]

what people dont tell you about writing poems is you will look back and read them and realize you've died a thousand times and always end up the same as before.

[desire-mona]

rsl is venus as a boy btw

[poetsofthestars]

"Pluto and Saturn"

The young Pluto you knew That planet who became the dwarf Now yearns to be a planet again They yearn to be like Saturn Big, strong, and pretty

Why do they get rings? Why does Saturn’s trash make it a planet But Pluto’s trash makes it a dwarf? What’s the deal with Saturn’s rings? Why can’t Pluto have their collection?

Is Pluto destined to be ugly? Saturn’s so pretty with their rings But Pluto’s alone with their “trash”. Floating far away from the main eight Destined to be far, far alone.

Earth is so judgemental. Pluto never understood the rules. The rules of being a planet. They had two of the three, So why does Saturn keep their rings.

Does Saturn get princess treatment? Why does Saturn stay a planet? Is it because of their mass, their gravity? What the hell are the rings, then? Pluto asks too many questions.

[hasilballward]

yk when you're writing an essay and you don't wanna use the same word too many times so you search up a synonym for the word? that's what Tortured Poet's Department is giving

[lesbicosmos]

some of my favourite annotations in my dps book

[nicoandthepoets]

Guess who rewatched dps again?