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Paper scars
I wish to be like the poets past
To have my soul barred on paper and for other to relate.
To echo the loneliness that crawled into my chest at age 11 and has been clawing its way out ever since.
But shame masks this
It mocks me for this unwelcome need.
And I laugh because what artist lived to hear their voice echoed back to them?
I laugh and throw my head back in shame.
And this rips further the gnarled scarred flesh inside of my chest
But I know it's fine because what is a poet if not a comedian
And what is a poem
If not a poorly timed joke
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I have nothing to say other than Poetry Is A Very Serious Art Form And I Am A Very Serious Poet.
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The Sea Wolf
when I was a very little kid, still in the single age digits, I found a poem I half memorized in a book at the library.
Then, for the next thirty years or so I never saw it again, not even when I put the lines I remembered into internet search. A few years back - I finally found it. I still have no idea who wrote it but here it is:
The fishermen say, when your catch is done And you’re sculling in with the tide, You must take great care that the Sea Wolf’s share Is tossed to him overside.
They say that the Sea Wolf rides, by day, Unseen on the crested waves, And the sea mists rise from his cold green eyes When he comes from his salt sea caves.
The fishermen say, when it storms at night And the great seas bellow and roar, That the Sea Wolf rides on the plunging tides, And you hear his howl at the door.
And you must throw open your door at once, And fling your catch to the waves, Til he drags his share to his cold sea lair, Straight down to his salt sea caves.
Then the storm will pass, and the still stars shine, In peace-so the fisherman say- But the Sea Wolf waits by the cold Sea Gates For the dawn of another day.
#sea wolf#the sea wolf#poetry#lost poetry#anyone know the author?#okay to reblog#poem#folklore#the sea wolf rides on plunging tides#ocean#sea#the blue men of minch post got me thinking about this
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The connection was dead
I have to admit, I still message you,
Even though I know it won't go through.
I’ve always hated leaving things unsaid;
That hasn’t changed, although the connection is dead.
Maybe one day you’ll read them all,
And I hope when you do, the tears don’t fall.
But then again, I’ve told you about every day—
The good, the bad, the challenges I’ve faced along the way.
I told you about how I spent many nights sat awake,
Staring at the wall, rehashing every mistake,
And about how I picked myself up off the floor,
Told myself that I wasn’t going to cry anymore.
I told you about the first time I kissed someone new,
And about how I pretended that it was still you,
About how I no longer went to our favourite places;
I was too scared to see you amongst the sea of faces.
I told you about my sister’s wedding day,
The way she looked, how my family got on okay,
Yet I couldn’t bring myself to catch the flowers,
And wishing you were next to me, occupied me for hours.
I told you about the dreams that haunt my sleep,
The promises we once made, the secrets I still keep,
About how I found comfort in the quiet of the night,
How I learned to fake a smile, pretend that I’m alright.
I told you about the nights that I danced in the rain,
How I tried to wash away the remnants of pain,
About the books I read to escape my own mind,
And the feeling of belonging I managed to find.
I told you about the laughter that slowly returned,
The lessons I lived, the wisdom I earned,
About how I forgave myself for mistakes in the past,
How I embraced the present, how I made each moment last.
I told you about the strength that I discovered within,
The battles I faced, the victories that I win.
I learned to live without you near,
Yet your memory remains, always crystal clear.
And if one day, you ever read the stories I’ve shared,
I hope you realise how much I've always cared.
Yet if these messages remain unread,
Then that's okay, but some things had to be said.
I told you that I would always love you,
And that sentiment has always been true.
Despite everything that happened, the way we came to an end,
I'll always think about you, and I'm here if you need a friend.
And sometimes I question why I'm still telling you this stuff,
But it's because I still love you, and I wish that was enough.
So if one day you do read everything I've said,
I hope you find a way to smile at the life I've led.
And I hope you reach out, tell me everything you've been through,
And I'd tell you about how I'd love just one more moment with you.
#my poem#original poem#poetry#poets on tumblr#writing poetry#love poem#loss poetry#relationship#poem by me#poems and poetry#poems on tumblr#poem#writers and poets#poetic#my writing#i miss us#i miss you#i miss him#i'll never tell you#text for him#text messages#lost love#lost poetry
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Sometimes you have to walk through the mall to figure out life.
Introspection and strife. Deprived of basic humanity, subjected and lied to.
Like life isn't a hell of a ride.
As long as we ride.
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The intimacy of "You still remember that?"
I remember everything about you............
#feelings#alone with my thoughts#my words#lost love#life quotes#life#quotes#poets on tumblr#poetry#feel#a blog for the heartbroken#thepersonalquotes#remanence of love#sad boy#sad thoughts#sadnees#care for each other#loyalty#couple love#love quotes#love#lovers#spilled ink#spilled thoughts
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You’ve grown into someone who would have protected you as a child. And that is the most powerful move you made.
#childhood truama#therapy#deep thoughts#deep#poetry#thoughts#mental illness#personal writing#personal growth#deppresion#writing#female poets#sad poetry#euphoria sad#growing up#rough childhood#anxitey#tw depressing thoughts#lost#moving on#mentalhealth#if my body could speak#my voice
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i say if you’re gonna have the mysterious entities speak in rhyme you might as well commit (EDIT: part 2!)
(posting an unprecedented Part 1 of At Least 3 bc i actually have the entire script and most of the storyboarding for this done already)
#yknow. got an idea. had a breakdown. bon appetit#this was the creative impulse i was referring to on sunday#my art#my poetry#secret life#secret life spoilers#slsmp#grian#geminitay#briefly#trafficblr#also#mostly bc i am proud of it and partly bc i want people to know it’s on purpose:#grian is not trying to rhyme at all in this part. he is being deliberately unhelpful#he lowkey tries to fuck it up on purpose in that second to last panel but the secret keepers just switch rhyme schemes#the one time he completes an end rhyme is because he lost his temper#anyway yeah this was motivated mostly by me wanting to see if i could do it
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i can turn you into poetry but i cannot make you love me.
(creds will be added in a hot sec! my bad y'all ;p)
#☆ my web weaves#web weaves#web weaving#webweave#webweaves#web weave#webweaving#poetry#franz kafka#everything everywhere all at once#henry dumas#dog poetry#dog motif#canine motif#canine poetry#<- briefly#on abandonment#on dying alone#on lost love#on losing love#on being left behind#on heartbreak#on being forgotten
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please please does anyone have/know the name of that poem of a daughter yelling at her mother and it’s only two lines are “what if I become you!” “What if you become more!” I can’t find it anywhere
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THE BOOK OF BILL FORCED ME TO PUT MY OWN SILLY CODE BOOK OUT ON EBOOK SOMETHING THAT I TOTALLY HAVEN'T BEEN PUTTIN' OFF OR ANYTHING,,,, AND NOW I AM GONNA THROW IT AT ALL Y'ALL
SYNOPSIS IS THAT IT IS A BOOK OF HORROR POETRY WITH A STORY UNDERNEATH IT
BOOM BACK COVER
A few of my fave poems from the book!
Spooky! But the vibes can also go wildly into body horror too! TW: TEETH HORROR
I ALSO APPARENTLY REFUSE TO STICK TO ONE STYLE OF POETRY, WOOHOO! I blame Alex Hirsch for the way that I am
Shoot, I messed up on this one- Holdonwhoputthatthere
AND MORE!
138 pages of COMPLETELY NORMAL poetry!
Now In Ebook Form!
Ko-Fi Here
Etsy Here
Or If You Prefer Something More Traditional We Also Do Paperback Over At BarnesAndNoble!
Pleasewhyhasntitstoppedraining????
#Poetry#Writing#Doing My Best#lost poetry#lost creations#There will never be anything funnier than me writing a book with codes and then dropping it in the same year THAT ALEX HIRSCH BRINGS#BILL FUCKING CIPHER BACK
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do skully have pokemon?
Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.
(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)
#art#twisted wonderland#pokemon#poketwst#twisted wonderland spoilers#lost in the book with nightmare before christmas#hajimari no halloween#(sorry for leaving anon off for a while! i've gotten a rash of spam and i'm gonna wait it out a couple days before turning it back on)#also apologies for the rest of this not really being pokemon related#i don't have anything right now for part 4 of the event so i'm gonna use this space to go off about it#because. oh man.#a sad lack of the scullsman but a FEAST of everyone else#gotta love malleus and leona uniting in the common goal of hunting trey down for trying to game their whiny pettiness#(trey doesn't know what to do with someone he can't easily distract with cake)#also further confirmation that malleus WILL kill a small child and leona WILL point and laugh the whole time#also sebek's plans revolving around what he knows he's good at: screaming extremely loudly and hoisting nerds#and let us not forget what i consider to be the crowning jewel#which is jamil figuring out IMMEDIATELY where scully has taken his prisoners#only for everyone else to just. literally refuse to do anything about it.#jamil just standing there and going 'WE KNOW WHERE THEY ARE! WE CAN JUST! GO GET THEM!!!! WHYYY AREN'T WE GOING'#visibly losing his entire mind and it's beautiful#top 10 twst event moments honestly#also some delightful character consistency from jade being all#'actually my dicking around is a sign of my immense trust in your abilities to get things done :)'#'but also consider: there are currently two housewardens chasing a child'#'alternately angrily screaming poetry and begging them not to sue'#'and if you will pardon my city of flowers...there is no fucking way i'm missing that'#lock shock and barrel did not sign up for this. how did these idiots turn out to be somehow weirder than the three of them.#twisted wonderland must be a frightening place indeed
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Sayat Nova, from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "My request"
#sayat nova#love#lost#light#eyes#sea#excerpts#writings#literature#poetry#fragments#selections#words#quotes#poetry collection#typography#poetry in translation#armenian literature#armenian poetry
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