#look! I wrote a poem!

[ransomroom]

💨💨💨

Smoking's a disgusting habit

And I'm a disgusting faggot

So shut up and let me have it

My disgusting-faggot-habit

[pencap]

put down the world, soldier mine. your body is strong, i know, but you are not granite. your shoulders were not made to bend so steep. your knees were not made to buckle so low. your bones were not made to hold so much. Atlas was a condemnation, not a guidebook on how to bear the weight of the world.

rest your wings, soldier mine. you were made to fly, i know, but not like this. the sun above is not meant to be your seduction. the ocean below is not meant to be your enemy. the jetstream is not meant to be your companion. Icarus was a warning, not a challenge to see how high you can soar.

lay down your weapons, soldier mine. you fight so well, i know, but not every battle is yours. your fists are not damned to be perpetual weapons. your scars are not damned to mark you in disgrace. your blood is not damned to spill upon a sword. Achilles was a tragedy, not an instruction manual on how to fight to your death.

soldier mine, you are not Atlas nor Icarus nor Achilles.

you are only you, soldier mine, and i am only yours, and we are only this here now.

- by sylvie (j.p.)

[shrimpricebowl]

brrrrboard

[trickstersaint]

shelter animal // january 2024

[berryliciousjam]

🎼🖤Let's Dance!🤍🎼

Through varied beats and rhythm,

We danced along its catchy flow.

Blessed by neons, your eyes land upon me—

Oh my beloved, you twirled me to the doors!

Did parties bore your mind at all?

Or was it me in monochrome, turned you on?

[1/2]

[thedaywillcome]

I don’t think you realize how hyperfixated I am on the fact that when Mike said “my life started that day we found you in the woods” he also said “my life started the day Will disappeared” and I am a heartache materialized, an agony tangible, because Will was sitting right next to him, choking on “the best thing I’ve ever done” and bleeding all over “crazy together”

[domini-porter]

poetry everywhere

[el3ctraaa]

Five minute writing exercise. "Stubble Burning" by M.S.

[turkeytrey]

sun day

a soft croon from the birds interrupts yet another one of my dreams bright rays flood my room, seeping through my blinds, excited to touch my skin i cant remember the last time someone was excited 2 touch me crossly entering the kitchen, even my bones feel like somethin is missing but once again, the sun kisses my skin butterflies dance together outside of my window squirrels chatter as their tails gently caress one another stray cats in the distance look around, begging for love 1 would look at it as a peaceful n quiet sunday but i only see it as a reminder kisses i lack on my skin empty arms that once held a body close, swaying slowly hands that once tangled with skin, melting like honey into every bump and scar but im left hollow pleading 4 love stuck on a blank page yet the loud sun day goes on the birds still sing, the butterflies still dance, squirrels still fall in love, stray cats still roam while the sun kisses my skin and im stuck between flipping back the pages or finding a new home.

poem by trey w.

[decisions-at-3am]

Bright lights flickering in the dark, Mimicking a constellation. A constructed reflection; Obscuring what's above us.

[cannedpickledpeaches]

Sad Poems but I Choose to Interpret Them as Happy

Gojo Satoru x Reader

“I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)" -Excerpt from Mad Girl’s Love Song, Silvia Plath

The world’s knowledge at his fingertips. The universe in a domain. Split seconds of infinity. The infinitesimal fraction that you occupy shines like a beacon. He can find your fraction in his endless library of knowledge every time. He will find you, a wretched moth drawn to a pyre.

You, who existed in a time of his youth. Were you ever real? A flickering mirage, a glimmer of a smile that disappears when he reaches for you. He could have deluded himself into believing you were a dream if not for the fact that he would never be able to conjure a countenance as dazzling as yours from scratch.

His six eyes are useless if none of them can gaze upon you. His strength is nothing if you won’t appear before him with that expression. Those eyes that soften into a dreamy haze that envelops his mind in you, and you alone. Come back to me. A plea that drowns in the universe and collapses silently before it reaches the atomic fraction that you occupy. Come back to me, like you said you would.

When the spring winds come again, he’ll stand in an open field and gaze across a river, rain halted in the air like tiny mirror fragments that reflect every aspect of the universe. He will see your fragment, which guides him like a beacon, and he will let the thunder overhead shatter him, shatter him into pieces that will find you and fall in love all over again. He is but a fragment in the universe’s infinity. He is a fragment that will traverse infinity to you.

He shuts all six of his eyes. Only then does he see you. The world drops dead, and he has never felt more alive. He opens his arms, and your fragments collide in a brilliant, colourful supernova. Ah, he thinks in that blissful oblivion, I knew you were real. Even if you never managed to find your way back to him, he’d never give up until your fragments collide again. That is his love. To bear all the hardship so that he can eventually attain that wonderful, ordinary happiness.

[britneyshakespeare]

is anyone else havin a thing where tumblr won't let them view their archive with the usual link on desktop???? as in just their blog url dot tumblr dot com /archive??? bc on both of my blogs it's not letting me open the page and just redirects me to their stupid explore page

[hoppipolla]

I was fine before. What did I do wrong?

(bold effect insp.)

[buffythevampirelover]

Mine

And though I call you mine, I know you will never belong to me. I could never grab your light, hold it steadily in my palms, no matter how hard I tried. Nor does anyone grab their God and pin it in place. Mine in the sense that I worship you; chest beating, always bleeding, bruised knees and all. I live for you, and with you always on my mind, always right beside me— or at least not far behind. You cannot capture someone else but you can carry and hold and caress the love you have for them. And that, too, shines bright. It burns your fingertips. It tastes sweet on your lips. It is fully yours, when your heart is not. When there is nothing else to hold.

[thecagedflightlessbird]

In another life

I wish I wouldn't have met you

In another life

I wouldn't have know you

In another life

I wouldn't have fell for you

Atlast this is not another life

This is the life I met you

This is the life I fell for you

But this is the life you didn't fall for me

This is the life you loved someone else than me

This is the life you forgot about me

And just like you the world too has forgotten me

Except the bright flowers who are like you

Carrying the story of me

In another life

You'd have met me first

In another life

You would have loved me first.

In Greek mythology, the sunflower is often associated with the myth of Clytie and Helios. Clytie was a water nymph, and deeply in love with the sun god Helios. Sadly, he left her for another goddess, and it’s said that Clytie watched Helios crossing the sky in his golden chariot for days, without any food or water. Eventually, she was transformed into a sunflower, and it’s said this is why sunflowers always face the sun.

[bogkeep]

they found a girl at the beach

her words all washed away

still feeling waves against her legs

and whale skin at her touch

foam in her hair, salt in her veins

so

they tell her about the sea