#midnight poetry

[nyx-poetry]

reality distortions

you cannot play on broken strings and darling we were the most broken of them all now my fingers bleed crimson red the color of a love that died along with the will to live and all that's left is misfortune hallow hearts and reality distortions ~ nyx

[annagxx]

I would rather write my heart out than tell someone what I feel.

[thespilledink]

Words whispered

in bedsheets

made me believe

we were in love

-h.h.

[beasteaterr]

i cared and i cared and i cared and i bled and i bled and i bled,

and still, you slipped through my fingers,

a dream that never quite took form.

i gave until i had nothing to offer,

and then i learned that giving too much

can leave you hollow.

but i remember the moments,

the quiet certainty of loving without measure—

and now, i know how to stop.

halo

[selenepluto]

"It's all too familiar

A trap, that always feels like home."

~selene

[purringpearl]

from a poet

if I have a crush on you and if I tell you I wrote another piece AND you do not ask me to send it.

I'm 70% done with you

don't show me your face or else I'll overwhelm you with the words that you didn't know existed in the oxford dictionary.

[isaiahpadams]

ADVICE NEEDED

Hi, my name is Isaiah Adams. I'm in the process of writing a book and my goal is to show the beauty of different cultures and highlight the experiences of people within those cultures. I want to focus on things like comfort foods, the poetry and literature, old sayings and specific actions, small ways home remains in the heart and soul even if you may not be there now. I want to share stories, good and bad, and show why it's all so important especially considering everything happening today.

The main question of my book, which so far I have chosen to title "As they say." is "what happens if this hatred towards 'others' continues and what future will be carved through this hatred?" and the answer becomes clear as war breaks out and violence becomes an even greater norm than it was. Love and safety are slipping from the group's grasp but people look out for each other in any way they can, holding on to home despite it being torn from them. Community and shared understanding is a central theme, as is romanticism vs. reality. This will be set in a slightly dystopian near future, through a queer point of view (but not only highlighting queer experiences).

I will find resources/papers and, if possible, recorded lectures on war and authoritarianism, the experiences and history of the cultures I will portray in the book and the languages spoken. I would have conducted interviews but that will not be possible as I wish to stay completely private/anonymous myself and wouldn't be able to do so if I were to interview people. This is why I was planning on posting a link to a Google form with questions anyone could answer anonymously about their cultures and experiences.

I myself am queer and living in a country I wasn't born in but my experiences may not be the same as other people's. I would so greatly appreciate any input about this anonymous form idea, all about your experiences and (if you would be willing for me to do so) how you'd like me to frame it in writing. I want to do justice to a range of experiences and views on life without assuming or putting words in someone's mouth. I want to incorporate your truth into this tale and share a wide range of experiences (particularly those often overlooked) without framing it as my own or speaking over anyone.

This is an incredibly recent idea for me so I am being as open as I can about the research I am going to do. I am incredibly worried about making mistakes as I know how it could harm other communities, so I will do everything in my power to carry out as much research as I can, this search for first-hand recounts being the first step. These form answers would be included at the very end of the book so people will be able to read it in your own words but it would be anonymous as to not out anyone.

If the idea seems off somehow, please let me know and I will try to find a better way to go about it, I just think first hand recounts and input would be most accurate for learning about how to approach different cultures with the care and respect they deserve.

Lots of love and thank you in advance for any input and advice. Sorry if this is poorly phrased.

-Isaiah ❤️

[humanconditionpoetry]

Poll of Poem Deciding Next

Hello Everyone, I hope these post have found you well.

I am letting all of you decide which poem I should write next besides Ghost for Halloween special. This poll will be up for a week and make sure to vote.

With that said, also check out my blog for poems and view existing ones and follow!

Link to Blog: https://www.tumblr.com/humanconditionpoetry

Thanks!

[getwetintherain]

Mitne ka shauk kise hai?

Mujhe to shaq-e-kamal hai

Logo ke baaton mein ake,

Khud se khafa hone ka

Khud ko bhula Dene ka shauk hai.

-simran

[dreamadcooley]

Life is too short to suffer in silence.... Let the pain pour out of you like a bottle burst open. Shout your heartache to the depths of the sky Holler and cry until the earth shakes... And the sky comes crashes down above us all.

-Dreama Cooley

[kin-n-n]

something drips from the corner of my eyes

I’m numb and restless simultaneously

hot and cold

the towering heights of futures loom ominously in the middle distance

and i wonder tiredly

is this enough

[nyx-poetry]

lies and truth

the lies spilled out i haven't lied so easily so lightly in quite a long time but lately it's been happening too often too effortlessly word after word lies, lies, and half-truths it shapes my masks and little by little i am forgetting who i was before the lies became all i knew "i'm fine i'm okay i'm good" "don't worry it's a phase it'll pass" "i am getting better" "i want to be here" lies lies lies lies i am crumbling and i know i will never be completely fine but never had i imagined one could lose oneself so thoroughly and fervently that there is nothing right with the little that's left that the emptiness echoes that i can't look in the mirror that i can recognize my voice but not my words that i am not sad because i feel nothing at all never did i know one could crumble and wholly lose oneself i don't know who i am anymore even my mask is breaking refusing to stay in place and i am scared of what lies underneath and that for once is the truth ~ nyx

[annagxx]

[thespilledink]

I am sorry So sorry I apologize for things that are out of my control which you in fact know and in no way hold me accountable for Yet I take on this burden Like it’s a lesson I must learn Like the thoughts that echo viciously in my ears screaming on repeat my smallest and biggest fears will make me feel more Worthy of your time but If I had a dime for every hateful thought I wage on myself I could buy you the world and I still wouldn’t be good enough for you -h.h.

[beasteaterr]

the light and dark in me have learned to dance,

tangled in the currents of a waking day,

where edges blur and time begins to soften.

there is a pull to the quiet,

not forceful, but alive with meaning.

i move, and the world moves with me—

no sound, no form, just the stretch of becoming.

i hold the night and the day

like two hands cupping the same fragile thing.

halo

[asserine]

Eyes are monstrous; an appealing sensory deception. We never really see anything, the secrets beyond sight, the beneath or behind. So strange that eyes are organs of vision but we can only truly see through our mind.