#on the way home i wrote a poem
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evermorre · 11 months ago
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i knew i’d curse you for the longest time, chasing shadows in the grocery line | folklore, on the eras tour in são paulo
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bookishlyread · 10 months ago
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On the way home, I wrote a poem: Read a book with red or green on the cover
-A Council of Dolls by Mona Susan Power
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anunfortunatekinlist · 1 year ago
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To write you heart.
There are notebooks full, full of notes doodles recipes, poems; illustrations of love, ink soaked pages full of admiration. Small ink platter where Remus had pressed too hard on the quill, small in smudges where he’d dragged the sleeve of his robe over a particularly detailed sketch of Sirius in his casual clothes, a small section in the back of the book, full of pressed daisies from the daisy chain Sirius and James had made in the spring.
The notebook was soaked to the brim with Remus’s admiration, love and unrequited devotion to Sirius, a part of his heat that he allowed to be shown through intricate strokes of his quill, the script of his heart melted into the page.
And it was missing, it was not in his book bag? where he always kept it, he couldn’t find it anywhere. His heart was beating out of his chest, it was dangerous in anyone else’s hands, all his devotion was spilled into the pages and it threatened to ooze into the gossip-filled halls of Hogwarts.
He retraced his steps, carefully looking over the library and the Great Hall, seeing if he could see it on a table, or in someone’s hands.
He searched for what felt like eons for the secret part of his heart, until he finally decided to retire to bed, hoping to find the notebook tomorrow in one of his classes.
As he opens the door to the dorm, to only see Sirius, and the notebook.
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seasonalflowerr · 10 months ago
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hi! i'm here with another poem. :) this was basically an experimentation with white space and line breaks. i really liked how it came out, ESPECIALLY the structure. so! yeah! sorry the image sizing might be weird? i can't be fucked to really fix it akdsdfjs full poem transcribed below the cut.
"a step by step guide to stopping a panic attack" step one: Remember that this will not last forever. step two: Take deep breaths my lungs wheeze and shudder like a car that won’t start like they’ve been emptied of the gasoline and of the breath and of the will to keep functioning and on the phone my mom asks have you tried controlled breathing i say mom i don’t know what control feels like anymore step three: Find a peaceful spot once i read online that panic attacks can be stifled with distraction and to put ice on the inside of your wrist to confuse your brain but i forgot to fill the ice cube tray three days ago i attempt solace on the bathroom floor with fingers digging into grout and bars of soap and consider sitting in the shower so i can at least be clean step four: Smell some lavender my body is stubborn allergic to things like fresh-cut-grass or scented bath soap like arms wrapped around diaphragm squeezing like hot tea and hemp oil and body scans like blankets like hand holding or soft melody allergic to things like lavender step five: Tell someone your mom or your partner or your father or your roommate or your best friend or your therapist that says sounds like you need to verbalize so it’s off to talk to the neighbor downstairs or the dog in the park outside or the dog’s owner who asks if you need them to call someone such as an ambulance or the bottle of ibuprofen or your failing kidneys or your mother again even though it’s only been 48 hours since the last call or the hotline that will ask if you’ve tried just talking it out step six: Repeat a mantra remember this will not last forever this will not last forever this will not last forever this will not last forever this will not this will
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it2017 · 7 months ago
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Genuinely it's over forme
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feeling extremely emo about the incredibly emo poetry I used to write.
#I don't remember all the stanzas#and I don't remember the exact write.. pretty wording but...#but#When we yawn- we force a tiny bit of oxygen directly to the brain- allowing us to stay awake a split second longer#With enough air- it is possible to play a note on a trumpet so loud- and so brash- that it will splatter brain matter against skull wall.#In africa- there is a tribe that drills holes in their skulls in order to talk to God- isn't it amazing what a little bit of oxygen can do#insert stanza that was almost definitely about shooting myself in the head#'She asks me what I'm thinking about- I yawn and say 'nothing''.#I think about death the way other people think about dinner menus#which is to say... on and off throughout the day- every day.#.... truly loved to get on a stage and just be The Worst.#all my poems were about mental illness- sex- or death... and tbh half the ones about sex were about mental illness#I wrote about about bi polar once that basically like- depression was a familiar boyfriend who was terrible for you... kept you home#who never wanted you to do anything. but meant that you would never be alone. and then Mania was this exciting temptrest of a woman.#'WIth her I was all lips and fingertips'#about knowing it was wrong but still being unable to stop myself from courting her- knowing I was cheating.#and then in the end- the poem ends with a bipolar diagnosis#and I just remember Sam... looking at me and being like ???? was that about bi polar the whole time.#yes Sam. Yes Sam. I wrote about making out with mental illness whatcha gonna do about it.
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coffeeandcalligraphy · 2 years ago
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maybe making this mapo tofu will fix me
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phoenixwrites · 2 years ago
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Me towards my VQ followers: It's important not to put emotional investment in celebrity ships. They're fun to speculate and talk about, but at the end of the day, we don't know these people and only get a bare glimpse of their relationships.
Also me: *is like, really sad about Taylor Swift and Joe Alwyn's breakup*
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stylesloveclub · 2 years ago
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The way sweet nothing is a response to peace though cause Taylor’s like would it be enough if I could never give you peace? And joe said that all he wants from her is sweet nothing 🥺🥺
STOOOOOP I NEVER THOUGHT OF THIS :( THIS IS SO TRUE AND SO ROMANTIC WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH :(((
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billsbae · 2 years ago
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todd anderson is so sweet nothing coded
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evermorre · 1 year ago
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they whisper in the hallway “she’s a bad, bad girl” | I Can See You MV, 2023
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light-of-laurelin · 16 days ago
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You know that feeling when you’re on a redeye flight back to the place where you live (that you don’t really like that much but you’re tethered to anyway) from your childhood home you hadn’t visited in 25 years and you try to sleep but seeing the familiar made new and alien makes you ache down to your bones and so you cry and cry on a plane full of strangers and decide that the $10 price tag on the in flight WiFi is probably worth it to distract yourself for the next three hours but the connection is super spotty and keeps kicking you off? Yeah man.
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kxrsche · 2 months ago
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Sad sad that i cant even write somethinf bc my crying doesnt let me
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witchwraytohome · 10 months ago
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they tried to take you out of my voice when I still lived inside your warm embrace my emotions hold your echoes and I store you in my ribcage thank you for raising me for keeping me safe I will come back to you again
-- stairs has 2 syllables
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overstimulated-and-sad · 1 year ago
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alicentlesbian · 1 year ago
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i need to tell everyone that yesterday my partner said sweet nothing by taylor is our song and i was so happy
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