#original peoms

[fairydrowning]

I want a simple and quiet life. I want ordinary things in life like a simple breakfast with my own family. I want a life where home is not just a place to live but instead it's a place where no heartaches, where no-one grieve over people or different things, where no one hurt or fear from anything. I want a house where we all heal and we raise a family that doesn't need to heal. A simple life where we all eat dinner together while laughing over simple things.

[phtalogreenpoison]

Starless Sea posting part 17

HI IT'S BEEN SO LONG!! (literally a month but YEAGH)

i've got some more poems for you that i wrote all by myself yippee :D

if you're new here, they're based on Erin Morgenstern's book The Starless Sea :)

ok now, let's get to it!

next one:

final one for today!

[girlnamedeuthymia]

"To love you has never been a burden."

loving you is not like someone ordered me to do it, it comes naturally, its something that keeps banging my chest so i had to release it so it won't hurt me.

loving you has never been a chore, loving you has never been like a task, it come so naturally that i didn't know that i show it obviously.

loving you is more like a pattern, as natural as the way i blink my eyes, as natural as how my heart keeps pumping. Like, the process of breathing, its essential to life.

So, if you'll ask me why do i do it, I'll tell you that its like a natural phenomenon, that even me don't know how did it even start.

"To love you has never been a chore."

[reneespoetry]

I'm not good at reaching the top shelves.

I can only reach the liquor,

But I spend time with you in my dreams.

I could reach you,

But I'm so small now,

and I don't know what to do with my hands.

I reach for you in my dreams.

(Short)

c.r.

[msmural]

On Voice

She, who is the artist, is the dumbest of them all. 

For the artist makes no craft, nor controls capital. 

She has tricked herself into the mistaken belief,

That art can be profound beyond science’s grief.

Who is she, to think she knows.

As here she sits and dares compose,

Some poem addressed to the dead, the lost.

Yet, now she wonders, has she come to that line crossed?

To the point she can’t go past?

They’d be oh so awfully aghast.

Yet that appeared the only choice. 

To put down the pen, to give up her voice.

[pileofrcks]

A martyr for my love

She knows how to skin me alive

She doesn’t know my blood stained her teeth

Or that I have to kill my self just to touch her

Are we allowed to laugh?

When I’m in love I feel like a liar

You probably think it’s dumb that I could never tell you I love you

Blinded by the headlights so I jumped off the bridge

She’ll leave me because I’m a coward

Never could get your name to leave my lips

I talk about virtues with my head between your hips

I don’t believe in a god

Something worse has to kill me

I was a damn fool to believe anything could hold me

Salvation was only something i believed in when you touched me

If I die dirty, let it be under your tongue

Let me die a Martyr for you

My nature begs me to suffer

I can never have anything I want

[mimi-from-heaven]

APRIL

See my books go to my brother,

he'll love them when he's older.

And my vinyls to my big sister,

so her voice might just get bolder.

Send flowers to my cousin

she'll want to hear the news.

Tell her that I'm sorry

for having so short a fuse.

Give the crows some peanuts

so they know I won't return.

Read all of my letters

and please watch them as they burn.

Give my last breath to the wind

chimes,

and my age to the newborn trees.

Give my voice to the barn cats kitten,

And my direction to the flocking geese.

You know i will be leaving leaving

And I know it will be soon;

so send my body down the river,

and my soul up to the moon.

[toragay-writing]

I need more writer friends so bad!

I'm 17, they/them pronouns. I'll write just about anything, but I write mostly dark fantasy, thriller and horror. Almost always with romance as a subplot. I also write poetry.

I'm willing to read anything and give advice if you would like any.

I am hoping to be published the summer of next year. I should have several manuscripts ready by that point.

Comment or reblog or dm me if you wanna be friends.

[mimimurmurs]

my heart is a

rotted peach

that sits in my chest.

too sweet

too soft

to be touched

without falling to pieces.

[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.

[a-moonlit-poet]

In silent echoes of the night, my heart does weep,

Longing for a love I dare not speak, yet keep.

A solitary flame, burning with ardour's plight,

Alone I dwell, in the shadows of unrequited light.

Darling,

for I am the artist and

you, my favourite muse,

Everyone but you could tell

how long I burned for your soul.

[fairydrowning]

– Yesterday I Was The Moon, Book by Noor Unnahar

[TEXT ID: how dare you call / an arrangement of bricks my home / home is the comfort / built with my mother's words / home is the art piece / my sister hung on the wall / and / home is all the people / who make my heart feel at ease END ID]

[summer-felt-free]

The scars may have healed

But I still remember how they stung

This battle may be over

But there’s always a war to be won

We may get to enjoy the moonshine

But what if we lost the sun?

This game is dangerous

It’s best if I run

But I can’t

Because you’re standing in my way

A treacherous path, a reckless journey

It’s hard to say

Which choice is the right one to make

They could both lead to heartbreak

But if I play it safe

I might live with regret

And yearn to go back and undo the mistake

That is leaving you

Because if I’m being honest

You burn too bright to just be ignored

I can’t keep my mind from drifting to you

When I’m busy and when I’m bored

You’re skipping around my imagination

With a teasing remark and a million-dollar smile

And I just have to accept

That I’m going to be here a while.

There are reasons to be afraid

But there are also reasons to be brave

I don’t want to give in to fear

A life controlled by caution

Is a life of shame

Because those who live that life

Are in the coward’s lane

That used to be me

But now I want to change

Underneath it all, I’m still terrified

There’s a voice in my head saying that if I run away now, it’ll all be fine

But I think hearts were made to be broken

And my spirit will most likely be lost

If never on any of my ventures

Do I have to pay a great cost.

(Siri may or may not have written this. wink wink)

[cut-small-but-deep]

The Pirate Hunter

The Beast Fighter

Both of them you knew

Yet you became the anti-hero

Times you spent alone

Writing became your only friend

Causes you dreamed of solving

Yet you became a cruel man

Your heart was made

By blood and gold

But where from whence you came

By blood and lost hope

You have suffered and betrayed

All that you were

For all that have died for your order

You have always left room to ponder

What might have been better

Was all but lost

Your heart, your soul

Your love, your son

You remain loyal to the end

For that you are thanked

You let your emotions take over

For that you are ridiculed

You wished for peace and unity

You were granted chaos and a broken dream

Now you see your family

Now you see your true love

You are written in history

But your legacy is tainted

A humble, broken child

A loyal, ruthless fighter

The Grand Master Templar

The one that could’ve had it all

[reneespoetry]

Let the hummingbirds rest now.

Love can't be as thick as your tears,

Thicker than the blood stains on the sheets,

The carpet and the walls.

Is love thicker than your wine?

Rest now like the birds,

Your favorite kind, the one your grandma liked.

Wind chimes and car ornaments,

Sleep like a ghost, holding your lily.

Let hummingbirds rest now.

Do you still love me now that I'm older?

What if you love me more,

Nobody misses the old me.

That's fine because nobody misses the old you either,

The lover, the alcoholic, the mother.

Nobody misses her but you,

Me, and the hummingbirds.

Let it rest now, mother,

Wings can only flutter so fast in the summer,

The summer they were young.

Only you miss the hummingbirds.

So rest now and flutter in your dreams,

The summer dreams when you were younger,

Let the hummingbirds rest now.

Rest now, mother.

(Hummingbirds in the Summer of Youth)

c.r.

[msmural]

Aurora

Her voice is like the sweet taste of hot cocoa on a winter’s night.

It crackles and rasps, but it’s beautiful to me in ways I can’t fully know.

She glows like the sky overhead on just the right moonless flight.

Greens dancing around each other, giving the world a second glow.

Her hair is this delicate mess of curls,

But of course, she forgets to brush, despite her complaints.

Each morning I wake having dreamt of her touch, like a locked away pearl.

I desire things from her that betray the saints. 

There’s this cold, icy sea between me and her.

Mountains and valleys that seem too far to cross, yet I know I just must.

Each moment I can feel myself grow closer to her soft pur.

Every day I feel this feeling I cannot control, this lust.

I think about her, her awkward sorrys, and cute giggles, each day.

Every morning is waking to the disappointment that she's not there. 

I dream of a time when the ice melts and I can see her, perhaps come May.

I hope to unified fields of our universe, for an answer to my prayer

That which stands between us.

Time and money, such a vile beast. 

I know that time will go by, and money accrue, so I won’t fuss.

I know that such time will only see my love increase.