#novice poet

[cuminaskirt]

I Have Never Had Sex Before

I am Very Horny

[commehter]

Dabbling in new medium I struggle with the tedium My focus drifts The meter shifts And rhyme... A poet's heart, I fear, not mine But as a distraction, this is fine

[missstar489]

Tomorrow will come

Regardless if i am there to see it or not

and as such

I intend to be kind

To as many people as i can

As often as i am capable

I know i will fail sometimes

And that will be okay

As long as i keep trying

Because none of us know

Who will have their last tomorrow next

And i want little more than to make sure that

When my last tomorrow comes

I've helped even just one person

See another endless tomorrow

Or that ive help to make made their last

A little bit less dim

Just like the many kind others

Both in the present

And in the past

Who helped me without knowing they did

And let me see another endless tomorrow

Tomorrow will come

Regardless of if we are there to see it

So be kind to the people around you

And be kind to the people you may never meet

Because your tomorrow

Will someday

Be their Today

[ludovicawrites]

Good night, Wakers. I'm not dead (LOL), only working for your surprise. I worked too much and I have done something I never did...too much but It will worth it ❤️

[serephinastardust]

The Love Story

Ink-stained pages, a lover’s embrace,

Whispers of worlds in a quiet space.

Leather-bound secrets, a fragrant delight,

Each chapter unfolds like a kiss in the night.

With every word, a heartbeat shared,

Between the covers, dreams are dared.

Fingers caress the paper, so smooth,

Lost in the story, hearts start to move.

Imagination takes flight, like a dove,

Within the verses, we find endless love.

Stories entwine like a passionate dance,

In the arms of books, we find romance.

Eyes trace the lines, a gentle trace,

In the library’s hush, we find our place.

A symphony of words, a whispered song,

In the arms of a book, we truly belong.

Each tale a journey, a magical flight,

Reading books, we find endless night.

A lover's refuge, a boundless sea,

In books, we discover what it means to be free.

[aedin-5724]

quantity quality that quarrelsome duality

on which one ought one base their creative activity?

I choose the first, but that may change with proclivity

[moonfallchild]

"When Hope Dies" by Aster E. Prince

[aesopsoul]

an introduction

hi there! i'm ryan, a digital media production major and a creative writing minor at elizabethtown college. i write mainly poetry, short stories, and streams of consciousnesses.

some of these projects are either complete or in progress, so constrictive criticism is always welcomed! most of these works have been submissions for classes or the campus literary magazine fine print. or sometimes just things i write to get something out there!

thanks for sticking around, and welcome to my blog!

[justsomemuffledcries]

it's raining in my city ,

I hope this wind travels to yours

hope it brings the petrichor

which has the story of you and I

bittersweet feelings of amor

hope it punches you right in the gut

the mistakes , the rebounds , the earthquakes

and my poor soul in this rut

hope the regret makes you feeble

and makes you revisit the episodes of our crime

and I know it hurts , I know it reeaally hurts

but at least you didn't have to find it from people

it's not me, the scriptures say

there's no feeling greater than remorse

hope it wins over my love

and gets to you a little coarse

I hope each raindrop hits your floor ,

scatters in the spectrum of our lore ,

it's vivid , it's pleasant , it's real and it's pungent

and by now, salt streams must have poured

now in this area , I am a connoisseur

but did you hear the giggles , the pitch of fights

and how it ends in a lovely gesture

do you feel the warmth of my arms by now

with my stupid smiles and silent gazes

cause I never forgot it , as if it was our vow

I hope the blurred pitter patter tells you that I think you will bald in your twenties

but when I pray before my sleep

it's for you to shine in the starriest skies

and have everything that I couldn't give

so I'd only think about you

when it's raining in my city

[cuminaskirt]

~*5 crossbow bolts and i'm still alive*~

5 crossbow bolts and baby i'm still alive 7 crossbow bolts and baby i'm still alive 2 sword strikes and baby i'm dead 14 crossbow bolts and baby i;m still alive

[teneebris]

there is so much life even in the hardest to reach places, the most difficult concepts to understand contain the most value in understanding. the world contains so much life and complexities that require attention and time to grasp. and it is so worth it, to understand.

- c.l.l.

[sketchy-sketches]

For when i walk the stars, know still that my footprints lay in the cold snow, guiding you through treachery

[ludovicawrites]

Good night, Wakers. I didn't upload anything because I was doing the handwriting; however, I'm going to post it tomorrow. Have a good night and let's shine~ ✒️☕🎥🔦

[my-ladys-soul]

Addicted to

Prodding a red bruise

Wheel spoke head over heels

A child scrapes his knee

On rough asphalt

Relief!

Ground only gets softer

When beaten

Tides love to rise again

Given the moon

Smooth a river stone,

Crystalline interior,

Found in a delta

Like splayed fingers

Enveloping the sea

Restraining my limbs

With iron bar embraces

So I drag like a body

Tethered to a truck

Hitting every rock.

[serephinastardust]

Demon Sickness

Woke up today, a day to heal,

But darkness and demons, found a crack in my wheel.

For soon my healing had turned to sickness,

Miserable, and weary, had willingness to die.

The mess I became was a sudden onset.

Caught me by surprise, the demons were sly.

Family could only watch, as I struggled to heal,

Though sometimes the demons used them as torture.

The day soon disappeared before the demon got tired,

But still I'm not well yet, as I feel partially destroyed.

So I'll lament for the moment, a wasted day did go by,

And pray for a blessing, as I roll my die.

Will I land on a 1 or land on a 20.

[applepiepxems]

Hate

I hate hearing about art

Because I'll never be an artist

I'm too goddamn jealous for that

I'm too goddamn impatient for that

I'm too goddamn angry for that

I hate hearing about family

Because I'll never have one of my own

I'm too goddamn cursed for that

I'm too goddamn like my dad for that

I'm too goddamn angry for that

I'm too goddamn angry for anything at all.

* An addendum

It's always me and my anger at the end of the day trying to break down these cages trying to make something out of the sand that slowly slips out of my fingers

My life is a moseluem to everything I have ever loved eventually it gives up on me or maybe I give up on it

I can never seem to remember which one comes first