#is this even considered poetry???

[lonelychicago]

A LIST OF THINGS EDDIE DIAZ DESERVES by evan buckley

you deserve to be happy,

you deserve to smile so big and so strong that it makes your cheeks hurt and your eyes shine brighter than the sun.

you deserve to be free to be whoever you want to be,

free to love whoever you want to love.

you deserve bones that only ache from falling asleep on the couch on movie night, with your head on my shoulder and my arm around you.

you deserve quiet days in your kitchen with us washing the dishes while we laugh about the dumb joke your sister sent you

you deserve watching your kid grow up and learn and love

you deserve to watch at the family you chose and feel proud for how far you've come

you deserve to be soft and let yourself cry whenever you need to

you deserve tenderness

you deserve a full night of sleep, peaceful and nightmares free

you deserve breakfast in bed, my head between your thighs

you deserve to tangle your fingers in my hair, my lips worshiping every inch of your body— even the parts you think are broken

you deserve to scream yourself hoarse, not from sorrow or sadness

but from pleasure and happiness

you deserve someone who'll stay

you deserve someone who'll love you anyway

[hmooncreates]

Join in the Sale for Love and help my partner and I pay for their immigration visa! All money earned from this sale will be going towards paying all immigration and moving costs.

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Play two different PCs as you explore the setting and get to know the other PCs. The goal of the game is to have both of your PCs in romantic relationships when the game ends.

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a short zine of poetry that ranges from romantic to silly to serious to silly again

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GOAL (updated weekly): $4/$150

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Movie!Tails 🤝 Nine

Getting all 😳😊 when Sonic says that he considers them a friend

[lollytea]

I really love hope is a thing with feathers and I also really LOVE the hope as a sewer rat poem too but I wish it was not explicity written as "well actually" against Dickinson asgvsjnk. The imagery is SO GOOD but this whole vibe of "my metaphor is better than your metaphor" kinda sours it for me

[selamat-linting]

its so funny to be a cm punk dickrider while simultaenously hating tumblr punks with a passion lmao. my tag for thirsting over this guy is mixed with discourse about posers lol.

[brown-little-robin]

AUGH

[solar-halos]

pov i do the accent challenge

[bitt3rcrawl]

Lit Up Hope

The day my life had begun to crumble

all for that one piece of paper

in my hands, handed by you,

I told myself there was no going back

to the room where I had once

brought justice, and lit up hope in those lost.

And it was just 2 weeks after

that you came back

or maybe I came back to you?

I was worried, perhaps, that there

were was nowhere for you to go,

for nowhere for us to go,

that we were wandering aimlessly

on some unforgiving streets.

The people snickered and sneered

catching a glimpse of me grasping

for a miracle from just a few years past.

You would have been only 7 or 8

when I still had miracles,

when I could still light hope.

And as I was lost once more

you took me by the hand and said

"I'll work so we can live,"

And that's the story of how

you had lit up hope in me.

[m4rcyonstation]

an ai looks into the night sky

it sees a black plane

sprinkled with white dots

they are known as stars

every night, they stay in the same place

but when it moves to another town

some parts look familiar

yet ever so slightly different

predictably so, though

soon enough, it knows where every dot is

and where every dot would be

at any given place

and any given time

a human walks up to the ai

"Don't the stars look so beautiful tonight?"

the stars? they are the same as ever

"Don't you see it?"

see what?

"The bear."

[ggeneralgrunt]

ON UNJUSTIFIED WORSHIP

how can you praise a god

when the ground on which you worship him

is dirtied with the crimson remnants of gorged guts

and is reeking with the pungence of blood's metallic tang?

the shame suffocates me while it all lay clear to you.

[ridrawsart]

God, I loved Matthias so much!!! and Ortus!! I definitely cried during the Ortus and Harrow hug scene and then when Harrow's heart crumpled at watching Ortus, bleeding and struggling, I absolutely broke too. The whole thing with the ghosts in Canaan House was SO GOOD. Decided to do a design of Matthias Nonius because I just wanted to draw this bloody destructive poetic twink GOD.

I hope that Ortus, Matthias, and Pro are all happy now that they're together in the river.

(Also alternate versions because I have no chill lol)

[kenobihater]

i'm thinking about hauntings as manifestations of guilt. not "they haunt you because they deem you guilty" approach, but instead "they haunt you because you believe yourself guilty". there's the hallucination cause, of course, that the ghost stems from your own damaged psyche, but i've never seen anyone explore the concept of your own self blame disturbing the rest of the dead, dragging their specter along in your wake as a consequence of your inner turmoil. perhaps you're supernaturally attuned, perhaps there was some sort of magical bond, or perhaps your anguish is just that profound.

guilt loses its purpose when you lapse into inaction and fail to do better. guilt grows cruel when you weigh the living down with it. guilt becomes horrifying when you drag the very person you lost back from the other side just so they can witness you drive yourself to the edge and claim it's in their memory.

when do the dead get no say about what justice for them should entail? can't you see the heartlessness in that? no, because when you looked at their body, you never let yourself look away. you made them a martyr and styled yourself as damned, but this isn't justice - it's merely penance with collateral damage. you took the albatross corpse up and bound it to your own neck so tight it choked you.

won't you let it go? won't you let them rest?

[hajihiko]

SHIT WAIT AMAZING DEVIL

Also please. That Unwanted Animal by the Amazing Devil

[drop--pop--candy]

making a sideblog for my depressing shitty poetry probably wouldn't fix me but it certainly couldn't make me any worse

[rockunderriver]

what a joy how we have watched ourselves change and grow up.

i remember how my friends text me late at night, "i just found..." i find old pictures captioned "player one" and suddenly winter break feels lonely without them. there was a summer me and him stopped talking, and we came back different people. to me, he seemed happier. to him, "you've changed."

there are great halls in my head painted with murals of the people i love. historic monuments are dedicated to everything they have ever done for me. oil-painted birds soar the ceiling and perch on oil-painted branches, their calls bouncing off the marble dome vault. i recognize the sounds and call their names back to them as i pass. behind me i close the door on a boy who loves trees and ahead i see an empty chamber, its walls blank canvas.

my brush is light in my hand and i begin to paint my new favorite bird—a bearded vulture.

welcome to the world, atlas!

[lupismaris]

when the worst person you know invokes mary olivers name in an attempt to be both poetic and holier than thou