#my fav poem ever

[the-hot-zone]

recommendations for @mail-me-a-snail & honestly everyone who follows me bc y'all know i give out recommendations like candy. i think especially you may like I think love is something that happens to other people and HOW TO BE A DOG (the latter is similar to Your Faithful Servant).

[swordheld]

how did u choose your username?

oh, this is a fun one!! i think i considered being swordtold at first, for that very ancient myth vibe of the sword being this narrative tool for adventure and structure and physical time, the parable being passed down through the centuries until it meddles into modern day rhetoric and ideology – a kind of fantastical tool, a spark of magic, of possibility.

i like the arc of the story of a place being physical / having it be held by time and hand alike, wearing with the years and having it become something different to each holder, each reader, each experience fantastical and individual.

having that kind of physicality to it; swordheld is the action of taking up and holding the sword yourself, choosing your own narrative, leading your own story. self-identity has always been something i struggle with (a novel concept i know, i know), so it felt right for this blog, since most of my older blogs before this one have been just me silently reblogging and never really posting anything myself, and i wanted this to be the change to that.

i've always had trouble wranging my social anxiety, esp. on the internet, and previously thought that keeping my words to myself helped keep the timeline cleaner, in a way, no messy thoughts for others to sort through, especially ones i believed no one would want to read anyway? but it never felt right, keeping myself apart from it all, esp. not in the way i so avidly enjoyed reading others' posts and additions, keeping their words close to my heart.

i wanted it to reflect that this was a space i was holding for myself? and i'm a little slow on the uptake sometimes, but this - this i think i got right. i love being here, on this blog, and the joy that it brings me. everyone else enjoying it too has been a wild ride that i never expected, and still surprises me, one that brings a little extra thrill to my heart whenever i think about it.

i had other urls that i liked, but i didn't want this blog to be tied directly to any of my fandom/story interests, since i wanted it to really just be a sort of archive of artistic inspiration and resource, like a little library or museum. i use them now as lil sideblogs of more niche interests now, which is rather lovely.

it hasn't always felt like it fit perfectly, the way that i'd like, but for some reason i can't think of really wanting to change it anytime soon. it feels mythic yet modern in a way that feels like puzzle pieces finally slotting into their place, something my own and inspirational to me, like a lantern i'm holding to make my way by. my own kind of light, if that makes sense – a star i know by name.

[undeadvinyls]

The void calls your name, she says,

And to you, the universe is beautiful

And the universe, calls you their beloved.

And the world, It cradles you like an absence that crushes your soul. Can you, Can you call the world beautiful like it calls you?

i can <3

[yakultii]

really gotta sleep but just accidentally wrote a lil poem¿ for main yipee this poem is exactly how I feel about my entire existence but more specifically I was lying on my bed just now and visualising falling into a real life deep dark black hole that I couldn’t get myself out of which prompt this piece LMao

[gorillaxyz]

HIIII DAVID MITCHELL HIIIIII

[9h05t-f4c3]

i’ll always understand

by: me <3

take my heart into your hands,

hold it with all the gentleness in the world.

take my heart into your hands,

caress it with the delicacy of a shiny pearl.

take my heart into your hands,

crush it with the vice of a million men.

take my heart into your hands,

purge it from this world again and again.

take my heart into your hands,

watch the scars stretch with every beat.

take my heart into your hands,

watch the blood drip down onto the street.

take my heart into your hands,

i promise i'll always understand.

[hotcinnamonsunset]

me, blogging every day: #loveeeee #❣️❣️❣️ #love is stored in the kitchen #mwah <3 #this is what love is alllllll about

me, tasked with finding poetry about love: …

[ungrateful-cyborg-moved]

8 and 12 (please!)

I'm not from the US asks

8. do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom?

Kinda yes and kinda no.

It's never happened that someone thought I was from another nationality (aside from a few Swiss people assuming I'm Swiss, but then again I live in Switzerland so I'm not sure it counts). What does happen quite frequently is Americans speaking of someone saying they're French and when I look them up online, they're either Belgian or Swiss. This happens a lot about people and food x)

12. what do you think about English translations of your favourite native prose/poem?

To be honest... I don't read any translation of French stuff, considering I can just read them in French x) So no opinion on it, except it's nice if it gets people to learn more about other countries' art. I do feel about the translators, however xD

On a tangentially related note, I get the impression that our sense of humor doesn't translate well, though. Might be just anecdotal but the French stuff known in foreign countries rarely seem to be our funniest pieces of art.

Thanks for the ask, @anpansblog!

[truetogaia]

UGH i love lang leav so much RAHHH

[deathsweetblossoms]

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

-- e. e. cummings

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

me when "little bird's song" & "lovesong" by Alina Orlova

[gods-favorite-autistic]

The only things I know about Catullus is that he called his lover in his poems Lesbia by choice and her actual name was Clodia and it used to be Claudia until some reverse adoption happened and her name got changed

[taniscentral]

certified nic silver/cameron ellis shipper

[muckmagister]

do you have a favorite poem?

i really should. i probably do actually and dont remember it. i dont keep track of these things and i should everyone memorize at least 1 poem my decree

[appreciatingtokrev]

the thing abt fandom is that imo my two best works are an experimental piece in 1st person plural and a g-rated list fic with twelve and four kudos each that i poured my heart and soul into but my most popular piece is hardly 2k of ayathoma fucking from 2021 that is somehow worse than some of the shit i wrote in 2018 with fourteen thousand hits just because it’s smut for a popular ship that i wrote it back when there wasn’t much content for it

[demonic0angel]

DP x DC Prompt: Sam Manson decides Stephanie Brown is hot, and decides to court her like the over dramatic goth girl she is. Danny and Tucker are all too happy to help.

Part 2

"I have an idea!" Tucker said.

Danny had his chin on his hands, balancing a pencil on his nose. Sam had her hands down on the table, where an elaborately made plan on a blueprint was. The entire table looked messy with pens and sticky notes scattered throughout.

"Alright, lay it on me," she said in a severe tone.

"Okay, so girls like—"

"I'm going to stop you right there," Sam said, sounding exhausted.

Tucker huffed, "Well, then I got nothing."

Danny put down the pencil and said, "Maybe we should hear him out. What if he has a good idea?"

Sam gave him a look. Danny paused and then conceded. "Yeah, never mind."

"Wow! Wow. This is what I get for helping." Tucker threw his hands up in the air.

Sam sighed. "How am I going to get her to agree on a date? Should I write her another poem?"

Danny snorted. "Are you kidding? Y'know that saying? If a man— or I guess in your case, 'a woman writes you a poem, then she loves you. If she writes you a 100 poems, then she loves poems.'"

"Dammit!!" Sam cried out.

"Well, it can't be too hard to ask her out, right?" Tucker said, scratching his head. "Honestly, I didn't think you'd ever have a crush on someone like her."

Sam groaned. "She's only smart, sweet, badass, and hot. I don't even care that she's a band kid. How am I going to ask her out?!"

"Just ask her out. She's not that scary," Danny said.

Sam glared at him. "Oh! So I'll just go up to her and say, 'Hey, Stephanie! We've only talked to each other like, twice in our lives! But I think the way you punched Dash in the face was super hot! Date me?' Huh?!"

Tucker and Danny both grimaced at her. "Dude," Tucker said, "we've got nothing else. At this rate, you'll never ask her out in our lifetime."

Sam put her head in her hands. "Ugh... sorry, guys. She just makes me nervous. She's so cute."

Danny patted her shoulder. "Relatable."

Tucker patted her other shoulder. "Yeah. Y'know what? Let's ask Jazz for some relationship psychology and then we can use it to make Steph fall in love with you."

"Ooh! Manipulation tactics! My fav!" Danny clapped. "It's our best bet with your gay disaster."

".... I hate you both so much."