#more poems soon!

[h-yellowfell]

Take your final bow

The show is over, the courtains are drawn

In your final moments you were nothing but a pawn

But you did well, you earned your rest

So take your bow, end the scene

When you wake up this will have been nothing but a dream...

[97tears]

sorry for inactivity…. check out my new itabag though 🍎🖍️

[lena-oleanderson]

dear followers, today i offer you a weird poem about grief and having a crush on your anatomy professor amongst other things. tomorrow? who knows

[milkyspine]

[paloma-writes-about-hellfire]

-clean, august 23rd, 2024

[revasserium]

the unofficial ultimate bungo stray dogs reading list

this is mainly for myself bc i rly do want to read most if not all of these and i'm sure it's already been done by someone somewhere. but, i thought why not post it lmao; most if not all of these can be found on anna's archive, z-library, or project gutenberg! (also, consider buying from your local bookstore!) for those that are a bit harder to find, i've included links, though some are from j-stor and would require login to access.

detective agency:

osamu dazai:

no longer human (novel)

the setting sun (novel)

nakajima atsushi:

the moon over the mountain: stories (short story collection)

light, wind and dreams (short story)

fukuzawa yukichi:

an encouragement of learning (17 volume collections of writings)

all the countries of the world, for children written in verse (textbook)

yosano akiko:

kimi shinitamou koto nakare (poem)

midaregami (poetry collection)

edogawa ranpo:

the boy detectives club (book series)

japanese tales of mystery and imagination (short story collection)

the early cases of akechi kogoro (novel)

kunikida doppo:

river mist and other stories (short story collection)

izumi kyouka:

demon lake (play)

spirits of another sort: the plays of izumi kyoka (play collection)

tanizaki junichirou:

the makioka sisters (novel)

the red roof and other stories (short story collection)

miyazawa kenji:

ame ni mo makezu; be not defeated by the rain (poem)

night on the galactic railroad (novel)

strong in the rain (poetry collection)

port mafia:

mori ougai:

vita sexualis (novel)

the dancing girl (novel)

nakahara chuuya:

poems of nakahara chuya (poetry collection)

akutagawa ryuunosuke:

rashoumon (short story)

the spider's thread (short story)

rashoumon and other stories (short story collection)

ozaki kyouyou:

the gold demon (novel)

higuchi ichiyou:

in the shade of spring leaves (biography and short stories)

hirotsu ryuurou:

falling camellia (novel)

tachihara michizou:

in mourning for the summer (poem)

midwinter momento (poem)

from the country of eight islands: an anthology of japanese poetry (poetry collection)

kajii motojirou:

lemon (short story)

yumeno kyuusaku:

dogra magra (novel)

oda sakunosuke:

flawless/immaculate (short story)

sakaguchi ango:

darakuron (essay)

the guild:

f. scott fitzgerald:

the great gatsby (novel)

the beautiful and the damned (novel)

edgar allen poe:

the raven (poem)

the black cat (short story)

the murders in the rue morgue (short story)

herman melville:

moby dick (novel)

h.p. lovecraft:

the call of cthulhu (short story)

the shadow out of time (novella)

john steinbeck:

the grapes of wrath (novel)

of mice and men (novel)

lucy maud montgomery:

anne of green gables (novel)

the blue castle (novel)

chronicles of avonlea (short story collection)

louisa may alcott:

little women (novel)

the brownie and the princess (short story collection)

margaret mitchell:

gone with the wind (novel)

mark twain:

the adventures of tom sawyer (novel)

adventures of huckleberry finn (novel)

nathaniel hawthorn:

the scarlet letter (novel)

rats in the house of the dead:

fyodor dostoevsky:

crime and punishment (novel)

the brothers karamozov (novel)

notes from the underground (short story collection)

alexander pushkin:

eugene onegin (novel)

a feast in time of plague (play)

ivan goncharov:

the precipice (novel)

oguri mushitarou:

the perfect crime (novel)

decay of the angel:

fukuchi ouchi:

the mirror lion, a spring diversion (kabuki play)

bram stoker:

dracula (novel)

dracula's guest and other weird stories (short story collection)

nikolai gogol:

the overcoat (short story)

dead souls (novel)

hunting dogs: (i must caveat here that the hunting dogs are named after much more comparatively obscure jpn writers/playwrights so i was unable to find a lot of the specific pieces actually mentioned; but i still wanted to include them on the list because well -- it wouldn't be a bsd list without them)

okura teruko:

gasp of the soul (short story; i wasn't able to find an english translation)

devil woman (short story)

jouno saigiku:

priceless tears (kabuki play; no translation but at least we have a summary)

suehiro tetchou:

setchuubai/a political novel: plum blossoms in snow (novel)

division for unusual powers:

taneda santouka:

the santoka: versions by scott watson (poetry collection)

tsujimura mizuki:

lonely castle in the mirror (novel)

yesterday's shadow tag (short story collection; i was unable to find a translation)

order of the clock tower:

agatha christie:

and then there were none (novel)

murder on the orient express (novel)

she is the best selling fiction writer of all time there's too much to list here

mimic:

andre gide:

strait is the gate (novel)

trascendents:

arthur rimbaud:

illuminations (poetry collection)

the drunken boat (poem)

a season in hell (prose poem)

johann von goethe:

faust

the sorrows of young werther

paul verlaine:

clair de lune (poem, yes it did inspire the debussy piece, yes)

poems under saturn (poetry collection)

victor hugo:

the hunchback of notre-dame (novel)

les miserables (novel)

william shakespeare:

romeo and juliet (play)

a midsummer nights' dream (play)

sonnets (poetry collection)

the seven traitors:

jules verne:

around the world in 80 days (novel)

journey to the center of the earth (novel)

twenty thousand leagues under the seas (novel)

other:

natsume souseki:

i am a cat (novel)

kokoro (novel)

botchan (novel)

h.g. wells:

the time machine (novella)

the invisible man (novel)

the war of the worlds (novel)

shibusawa tatsuhiko:

the travels of prince takaoka (novel; unable to find translation)

dr. mary wollstonecraft godwin shelley

frankenstein (novel)

[poefeathyr]

The Nightingale; Existentialism

Old friend,

we meet again

Been a long time coming

After all these years

The Caller sings my name

Like the song of a

Lone mournful bird

Its melody, 

bittersweet

But, when he calls

You have to heed

I’ve never seen him before

However…

He knows my name

And I know him too

He’s comparable

To waking in the morning

For no apparent reason

Early enough to watch the sun rise

Won’t be long now

Till it sets

You knew me well

And I’ve always had your name

Somewhere hidden away

We don’t like to think about

Things like that

Fragile beings that we are

Life in its infinite finitude

Do we treasure it enough?

Will the sums of our memories

Hold up against the vast future

As it continues on without us

Unhalting in its venture around the sun

Will my name be uttered in conversation

By people for years to come

Or will it cease to be as I have?

Who will remember me?

[kateubanks]

take me home! rip the tag from my neck!

i'll saunter right in like a fat house cat, knead my presence onto the arm of the recliner for all to see, and wait for the green afternoon to roll in.

leave a soft cushion and gas-heated coils for me in a corner,

and i'll settle in just fine --

or so the little cat tried.

[boopydoopydoop]

The Quiet Love of Strangers

no one is unloved,

though love's not always known.

in this world of many billions,

you're never quite alone.

tell me, have you ever had

that feeling in your chest?

a love for all your fellow man,

The flawed through to the best.

have you ever given comfort,

to a stranger you don't know?

Or given one a compliment,

And watched their smile grow?

do you feel for people hurting,

Without needing their name?

Encourage those in hardships,

Just because you've felt the same?

These things are love for fellow man.

It's not unique to you!

they're feelings shared by many,

which means you're cared for too.

And what a joy to know!

That despite its pain and dangers;

The world is oh so filled,

with the quiet love of strangers.

[sexbutalsowar]

Two figures decend through the long stretch of hallway beneath the arena.

"You can't be serious, Dani. They'll kill you."

"No, they won't, Alexi. I'm going to save her."

Alexi grabs Danis's arm, stopping him in his track. "Please, her crime isn't even that serious in the grand scheme. Most lawyers in the court could have it thrown away after she serves at least a month."

Danis eye furrow with anger and frustration washing over his face." A month! Are you insane or just blinded by your inability to see what's happening around here!."" She was protesting HIM, the king she's the perfect example to the masses as a show of dominance of what happens to those who protest his rule."

Alexis eyes softened, they knew they couldn't convince Dani to stay.

But they tried anyway.

"Please my love, this is suicide. Just stay here with me, I promise I'll do everything in my power to stay her trial and free her you just have to give me a chance."

Wet tears fell from Alexis eyes,"if you go out there, I might be chosen to fight you, and I'll win my love. Then no one will be happy, not her, not me and not you. Just listen to me for once and stand down."

Dani, for just a moment, lowered their guard and looked deeply at Alexis face. Behind his eyes was a mixture of disappointment and sadness. But that was only for a moment, and then suddenly, his resolve rushed back to him.

He jerks his arm and body away from Alexi in rejection. "There is no love between us. Never has been never will be. And if this is a fight for mine and my love life, then may the best fighter win."

With that, Dani walks to the arena entrance in preparation for the fight.

Alexi falls to their knees, knowing what's to come.

[cr1ms0nesp3ra-ac3]

"Fracture Memoriam"

Supposedly written

by [...]

Une envie d'évasion.

Un souhait d’en finir.

Cette chaîne se transforme en chaîne de souhaits.

Une chaîne sur laquelle vous devez la tirer pour exaucer votre souhait.

Mais il y a une différence.

Une chaîne sur ton cou est l'endroit où tu mourras.

Mais ce n’est pas un jeu gagnant ou perdant.

Une fois que vous l'aurez retiré, vous verrez lequel meurt.

On sera enfin libéré des ténèbres.

Mais les chemins restent fragmentés.

Et vous verrez ce que je veux dire.

Je reviendrai un jour.

Et je le savais.

Reference:

Found it on Pinterest btw.

[flickeringflame216]

🗒

[qulizalfos]

i wanna start writing poetry soo bad damn i wish i could put anything into words ever

[born-to-lose]

Are you excited for the turn Liz & Jack are taking yet

[coffeecreamerlove]

sevenstudy -> coffeecreamerlove

[dreamyeyedrose]

Lenore and Betty Would Have Friendship Bracelets, Change My Mind

I am a modern mosaic Romantic passionate believer of heartbreak and bloodletting and though my language of love is illuminated by LEDs backlighting calculated pressure sensitivities and not candles that drip wax on parchment nor oil lamps that burn in tandem with incense whose smoke rises with the hums of the devout I do not think my binary-broadcasted siren calls are less visceral or heartfelt than any older ink

I am a modern mosaic Romantic because the surest sign of society is a healed femur and the surest sign of life is flowing saltwater and I'm aware that I've broken my own heart carelessly and that others will try to do the same but I am a human and a child of the ocean and I will cry myself back to shore on waves that crash in-tempo with the music of older heartbeats

I believe in love like I believe in death and taxes and I believe in all of those as much as I believe in myself and my therapists' specialized trainings and as much as I hold faith in the heat death of the universe, and in tarot, and in peer-reviewed double-blind studies and in the good of the hearts of my fellow mortals.

flaked, dried ink on decayed papyrus can tell you that the sum of the whole is greater than the sum of the parts and I am not the first brazen heart to stand on a shoreline and stare at the horizon and only see everything that has faded like the things we lost were carried on those dying sunrays and forget that no matter if I stay there standing still or not the sun will rise from the opposite side and the only way I'll never see the sunrise again is if I stay in my own cycles of blackest night

I want death to find me alive, I want to feel my heartbeat transfer from this body to whatever form it takes next I want to be alive the whole time

I say these things as I stare at a purple-pink sky even if that sky can only be seen through my mind's eye and while my DSM alphabet soup means that I'm prone to fixating on the things that bother me and missing the forest for the trees like all aerobic apex predators, I have the ability to breathe and take stock of what's around me and if I realize that I am staring at darkening shorelines I will let my gaze linger if I need to but I will also make sure to turn my heel and walk towards the opposite horizon to greet the dawn

and it's okay if I stop to grab a hot chocolate and check DMs on the way.