#poem reblog

[riznan13]

I am…

I am a breeze, rustling through the Autumn leaves. Crisp clean air that revitalizes the land. I am a ray of sunshine, blanketing the Earth with my warmth. Providing the light for all life. I am the rain, washing the dust of the day away. Breathing new life into everything I touch. I am a […]I am…

[liriostigre]

Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies

[kaet-draws]

…in the field, the ground warms as blood seeps into the dirt. (Nathaniel Orion G. K, "הבל | hevel")

[the-little-water-prince]

<3

it is funny

how your perfect life

settled in my life,

took your time

to built it up

made sure I could see

so I have to feel

all those unpleasant emotions

at night.

its funny how I never once

searched you out

but there you are

innocently interwined

within mine

and I just hate your smile.

[onawhimsicot]

i know not many people would want to read a 10,000 word article about the minecraft end poem and how the author, Julian Gough, was never fairly compensated for his work and has made it public domain.

But it's a very well-written and heartfelt read, and he makes it very clear that none of this is a cash-grab and despite the fact that he is essentially a starving artist in this capitalist society, he only mentions his financial struggles despite Minecraft's huge huge success at the bottom of this article and not in the tweets so as to not dilute his message.

Anyway, I just think it'd be cool if those who are able to could support him in some way whether it be subscribing to his substack or donating to his paypal (that's linked in the article, you can ctrl + F to find it easier), that's all.

[skywalker-swift]

btw I’ve mentioned this on here before but I had a really shitty ex boyfriend. while I was in the relationship, I would write poems about him being my lifeline, the thing that kept me floating, he brought color to my world and I would praise him for giving me the tiniest of kindnesses. But there was a lot of red flags and bad shit he did to me and things he put me through, that honestly I couldn’t admit and realize until I went to therapy. A lot of those poems have been changed in my head, the meaning of them changed, and I even wrote poems changing the meaning of the earlier poems. The good was good. The bad was worse. I know that now. I’m older now. It’s brighter now.

If I can do that for myself on a private level, why can’t Taylor do it publicly? Why can’t she do this for herself? She wrote him into her world, let her write him out if she needs too. She’s older now. Let her do the same.

[anistarrose]

gnashing my teeth. the nested time loops in taz balance. the final cycle of the stolen century, they believe the grand relics are their bitter victory — their long overdue key to never letting the loop restart, never forcing them to do this all over again. they believe that with this sacrifice, they finally have the cycles conquered — and then, what do our heroes do, but lose their memories? they have to start from square one. relearn who they are. rebuild their bonds with each other that spent a whole century cultivating.

us, the audience, who are starting the podcast with episode one — we missed that story the first time you lived it. the first time you told it.

so, tell us again.

tell us how you met each other, tell us about your job. tell us the the destruction that no one but you survived, tell us about the way it shaped you. tell us all the hidden depths of the mongoose — tell us about your friends, the two lovers who cheated death together. tell us how you grew closer, throughout all of this.

tell us about the person who saw all of existence, who glimpsed the meaning of it all. tell us about the restless souls, the dissatisfaction — and how you reached out to that person at the center of it. tell us about a kingdom of robots. tell us, maybe don't admit it quite yet, but show us: the three of you growing closer still.

tell us a story about a time loop in a time loop in a time loop. where the apocalypse never ends, but your death never sticks. tell us how it affected you — for your actions to have no consequence, until they did. tell us how you'd do anything to stop the cataclysm, to break the loop, and tell us how for that, you were judged. tell us how you did good recklessly.

and tell us about the twins, tell us about the liches, about what you're willing to sacrifice. tell us how you leapt into danger to save a friend. tell us how you let yourself be saved. tell us everything you've finally had time to (re)-learn: how to care for each other and be cared for. tell us how you learnt to trust. tell us how, finally, you remember the mistakes you made last time.

we, the audience, missed that story the first time you told it. we need you to tell it again — but this time, this one special time, you'll have a shot at a better ending.

so tell us this story about time loops. tell us this story about stories.

[the-little-water-prince]

If you had

truly

loved me

you would have accepted

a

“No.”

[fangirltothefullest]

And if I just keep on reaching Past the haze of their preaching Oh what things I'll be teaching When I've found what I'm seeking

First artwork of 2024!!! 8D WOOHOO!! Logan my beloved, let him touch the stars. I had to make the canvas smaller lol it was enormous but I'm SO proud of this one! Do not repost, or at least give credit if you ignore that, please.

@thatsthat24 ---> IF YOU LIKE IT, PLEASE REBLOG IT, I WORKED SO HARD ON THIS! <----

[funishment-time]

"good bones" - maggie smith

[1892]

my father was a farmer, oct. 2023

[the-little-water-prince]

This felt like a fever dream

<3

parts of myself

seeing you in that splattered,

crushed and bloodied rabbit.

its mother is wrapped in the dress

she wore when we knew you

were gone. she will hear the news,

fall to her knees and be left to

cry alone for her living daughter

cannot bear to comfort her.

seeing you in the hospital mirror

while the lights burn too harshly and

my reflection isn’t mine. The parts

you left inside me reconstruct

my being, though your absence

leaves an unsealable gap within.

[katerinaaqu]

Like...people who think Achilles and Patroclus are lovers that's great and good for you (I consider myself one of them who interprets them as both lovers and friends because they are not mutually exclusive. I love both interpretations equally)

However if you guys criticize people who want to interpret them as friends and companions and you say "oh there is no way he would go through that end if they were *just* friends!" Or if you consider friendship a "downgrade" then I am glad I am not friends with you...

Because to me friends are like family and I would jump through the fire for them and I wouldn't stop at nothing for them. I don't need to bed someone to care deeply for them.

Be kind and let people interpret their favorite characters as they want. Of course the same goes for the other side too!

[the-little-water-prince]

I regret you

but mostly,

I regret the unspoken “No”

The blame I placed on myself.

In another world, another life

I would have escaped you.

I suppose this regret I hold

Is just a way to say goodbye.

Goodbye to the little girl you killed.

I regret you.

I wish so badly I could take back the last two years. I regret you

I regret you because I hurt.

I wish I didn’t love you, and I wish that you had loved me. I wish that it would have been the right person at the right time.

I regret you

I wish I never would have answered your message, I wish I would have ignored you like I ignored everyone else.

I wish I didn’t wish you loved me

I wish I wasn’t heartbroken

I wish I didn’t have to learn to be alone again

I wish it didn’t sting to picture waking up alone.

I regret you

I would of been fine without you

I’m taking off my rose colored glasses

I’m seeing the past two years for what they really are

What I really went through

What I put you through

It’s clear this isn’t mean to be

I regret you

[trickstersaint]

canines // december 10 2023

[liorlen]

Pyr y’n gwna ni byrhoedled? / Digawn llawryded, / kywestwch a bed.