#my peom

[jamie-potters]

Remus was the moon, although sometimes it went away, it always came back even though it changed

Sirius was the stars, always stubbornly there, always covered up despite his best efforts, he will always be a star not sirius but a star

James was the sun, his warmth was always there, even if he did get suffocating, he'd never stop shining down on you

Peter was the earth, he would always stand by your side, he was calm, there were no surprises with him

Until one day the earth sallowed the sun, the the moon came back with a new crater, and the stars, oh the stars, they flickered

[sass-ruby]

𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟

The sun made friends with the moon,

Oh, the scars he had to bear.

Though, he'd get used to it soon,

The sun loved him, even when the moon caused him despair.

They were an inseparable pair.

As the years went by,

The sun faced insanity.

The moon had to say goodbye, what a shame,

It left the sun in a mangled mentality.

On himself, he put the blame.

A new moon was born,

A new path of life.

One that had sworn, to be better,

Than the one in the afterlife.

The sun trusted, that his heart wouldn't shatter.

The new moon started to change,

His face was unrecognizable.

How strange, all the sun saw was a traitor,

And his actions weren't excusable.

He turned into a stranger.

The old moon returned,

Who is now trying to mend his ways.

The sun's heart is burned, as the new moon,

goes through his Nexus phase.

One day, he'll surely see his name on a tomb.

He lost two versions of his brother,

how hasn't he lost himself yet?

I fear, that's just the way his life is,

which has began to be his mindset.

His suffering will for enternity be endless.

(a poem made by me, inspired by a comment I saw!)

[rosesareblanche]

I see how healing and exquisite the nature is,

I see how flawed, yet unflinching it’s creation is,

A breath of wind untethered the leaves,

The tree grew more to honor the bereaved,

The kindom of fauna feral at it’s core,

The legacy of flora to relieve all that’s mold,

Reveling all it’s seasons, it shades no crevice,

I see how sanguine and embracing the nature is.

[happydahlia]

cascading tears

I cry too much,

Usually over too little.

Things that seem so soul crushing in the moment,

But looking back they’re quite pathetic.

I try to stop the floodgates from opening,

To prevent the inevitable wave of self-disgust that follows.

But the crushing weight my mind bestows on every little thing forces them open.

Why does something that’s so stupid in hindsight hurt so much now?

I can’t stop it no matter how hard I try.

So I cry until I can’t breathe,

Until my hands shake and my lungs are aching.

And until every bone in my body feels as heavy as lead.

Over time I’ve learned that I usually have no need to cry,

That i shouldn’t be so wounded at every turn.

So I wipe my tears, take a deep breath, and push it away.

It won’t matter in the morning anyways.

A/N: hii! Same as alwaysss, likes, reblogs, and comments are all greatly appreciated. I love hearing how other people relate to or interpret what I write so if you’d like to share my messages and asks are open, or you can just leave it in the comments lol. <3

@world-seen

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

heyd maggots im so fuckying sleepy the sleep meds hfit and ifm mmmmghg. here haved this poem i wofrte... a year alvgo? more? ufidk. copfy pasting it. it'sc a bit sad and i hfope i dont feel that way anymogre but i found it while lukrking through my gdrive so here have it anyrdway:

I flew far north over slipping rapids  I’d been younger by a couple of years  The last time I saw those salmon eggs  In patient wait in winter here I flew far north over familiar waters  Ice-crystal blue mirrored before  But the blood from my feathers dropped down now Into the ripples that lapped on the shore I flew far north over a white-lined river  The stars spilled tipped over onto clouds If there was one thing that could be forgiven Would I have the courage to say it aloud? I flew far north over misted perennials Lonelier than ever, but no words to give  If there was one thing that could be forgiven  Could I be forgiven for the fear to live? I flew far north over sugared streams  The reflection that followed me on my way An enemy, a friend, a dangerous lover That stayed by my side from starlight to day I flew far north over ashen tributaries  The ancient code my only guide Till the one voice that told me to live Became the one that most wanted to die I flew far north over gritty sheet flows  Wings beat slower and the beat kept score I flew till the wind was all that held me and  Laid me down in the waters for evermore.

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,gmmg anyway vgoodnight 9i love you slal so much.

[felicejules]

Little Serenade of a Dreamer

I know you only exist in my dreams

Chocolate brown eyes and a smile that beams

Your fingertips rough, you tickle my skin

As you catch me off-guard and pull me in-

-to the best of shenanigans one could think of

With you, I'm in trouble and maybe in love

You are my comfort, safe haven, and friend

Even though you leave me at every night's end

When morning comes, I wake up alone

Yet still I smile, you are never truly gone

Then I believe it's your laughter I'm hearing

“Sebastian…” I whisper, my heart full and yearning.

The ghost of a touch, then a trick of the light

And I cannot wait to see you again tonight…

[aliciagarci]

In the midnight's hush, a poem I shall weave,

With words that captivate, and minds it shall deceive.

Imagery and rhythm, a dance upon the page,

A masterpiece of wonder, to keep people in awe and engage.

From nature's beauty to love's sweet embrace,

Each line a stroke of art, a story to embrace.

With words as my paintbrush, I'll create a vivid scene,

A tapestry of emotions, like you've never seen.

So let your imagination soar, as the words come alive,

In this unique poem, let your spirit thrive.

For in the realm of poetry, wonders unfold,

Leaving hearts enchanted, and stories yet untold.

May this poem be a journey, a magical flight,

That keeps you in awe, from morning until night.

For poetry has a power, to touch hearts and souls,

And leave a lasting impression that forever unfolds.

[unrittenn]

A hug is the color orange

Not like a traffic cone but like that rusty color that paints the sky at dusk

A Hug is the rain hitting my window pain

Not the kind that shakes the trees but the kind that falls and barely makes the leaves shake

A hug is a warm meal

Not something you eat with with your hands but a pasta or soup that leaves you feeling full

A hug is sleep

Not the restless kind where you toss and turn but the kind that envelopes you slowly and deeply leaving you well rested in its wake

A hug is what I need

Not like air or food but the way a child needs is mother after a fall or a dog sits at the door for his owner not for treats but for love

- Trash

[nervousloveheart]

I was never meant to fly like the rest of you

I was never meant to fly like the rest of you. I was never meant to see the world from a birds eye view, above the clouds with the sun glistening on my feathers. I was never meant to feel life like that, to feel the world like that. 

Instead, I was meant to spend my days crawling, sometimes stumbling over the endless miles on our earth, putting one foot in front of the other. 

But I don’t mind. They can’t see the beauty that I do. They can’t see the tiny blades of dewed grass in the morning, they can’t see the grains of sand on a beach rolling out with the waves. They can’t see the footprints on commonly traveled paths that connect people from all walks of life, they can’t see the ripple of water on the surface of a lake. 

They will never know what they’re missing.

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In this poem, I described things high off the ground and in the air to represent neurotypical people’s way of thinking and the way the world was built to accommodate them. I described things close to the ground to represent the way neurodivergent people are often focused on one thing and how they can see the beauty in some things a lot easier than others can, and because the way they see things is different to the way neurotypical people do. Flying does not equal success, you can’t find diamonds if you’re not digging in the dirt.

[rainbow-starheart]

"As distance as we can be from the start"

"It become my mission to not let anything tear is apart"

"For your happiness is what I desire to see"

"For in this world,a smile united is what makes us all a family"

"As long as I'm here to matters end"

"nothing will ever stop me to become you friend"

Rainbow StarHeart by me

Anon-Chan by @a-can-of-canvas-paint

(decided to repost this :D)

[dddistracted]

Lemons

Going back to the one you had before

Leaving me behind it all

Unclothed of all my trauma

Like pouring lemon on a wound

It hurts

Your ignorance like salt

Hurting me with every noun, every verb

You feel like a lemon to a wound.

[marcelinesghost13]

Once again, blog she took her claws and ripped out my heart and put all her hate into it. When she was done she shoved it back in my chest. With a venomous tone told me you know what hate feels like. As she played the victim of our tragic love story.

[rosesareblanche]

Yearning to believe, willing to follow,

My head’s rotting with foul dreams, my insides are hollow,

How long it has been since I had a blissful sleep?

My smile’s crooked and my cuts too deep,

An apple’s bite might drowse my soul,

Living my girlhood reverie, O what a site to behold,

Champions the grief, I relearnt to breathe,

But a damned prince kisses and my heart’s ensheathed.

[divshit11]

How can I start anew with another,

And forget the love we shared together?

How can I invest effort, only for it to be in vain,

Share happy moments then endure the pain?

How can I trust and let someone in,

Believing he's the one, with honesty within?

How can I bond and dare to care,

When they might say it meant nothing, leaving me bare?

[lonesomeviceroy]

TW: ANGRY POET

I know you’ve craved for something sweeter

I wished you could’ve see that I’m your coffees sweetener

Little did I know I was a limerence dealer

So you didn’t go for the sugar packets

Was there something wrong? Where they covered in maggots?

(Or are you scared that your a faggot)

You traded my sugar for stevia

now I watch your live life through the media

And I pray to god you get leukemia or a pussy disease like bulimia

[beelze-the-bubkiss]

I saw the moon

And the moon saw me

Exactly as I was told

That this moment would be

I bless a friend

And I blessed me

And I blessed the moon

Like the old spell

That time passed to me

The moon sees my friend

Much more truthfully then i

Knows every secret

Knows every sign

Knows every moment

That they'd tried to hide

The moon watches closely

The moon guides them right

The moon will protect them

In the darkness of the night

The Moon song sung

By: Beelze