#poem short story

[jotnrot]

balled up

If I lie on my side and fold into myselfagain, and again, and againkneading my need into the solace between my knees and chin perhaps, I can bring outwhat knaws at me within and face the day anew

[and-corn]

[garden-of-thoughts-fruit-of-lips]

" Out of Line"

It's the person who's "out of line" who is always told to, "Get back in line!"

I'm "out of line," and the students tell me to, "Get back in line!" But I say, "No, " and I saw a smaller line, and they all seemed happy and stood out as different. They were dressed in school uniform. So I started making my way over there. And the teacher of the line I left came and asked me to, "Get back in line" and when I replied, "No", immediately that teacher took it to the principal and now the principal and teachers from my original class started threatening me in front of the students. Who were trying to scare me to get back in place. When I started to break down and cry, my original classmates and other students of that class said, "If you would have stayed in line, this wouldn't have happened to you!" Even with that being done, I kept making my way to the other line. Now, the teachers became furious, and bullies from that school approach me, telling me to turn around. Once again, I refused, so the principal gave a "signal" to the bullies, and they said, "Fine, you could go." As I turned and walked a couple steps further, they added by yelling, "This school dressed you! So we're taking your clothes from off your back!" They started ripping the clothes off of me in front of my classmates and other students. "Hahahaha," they would all laugh as I became naked. Once, I was stripped, and the students of that class noticed the scars and bruises on my naked body. The bullies moved aside so all could see, and I saw pointing, I heard whispering and laughing, and from the laughing crowd, words came out, "How long you had that there!" followed by more laughter. I even heard the ones that had pitty for me say, "If he would have only stayed." At that exact time, I got up from off the ground and turned my back against them

[jetleparti]

I made some poems about America; this one, recorded, is called Ramble.

[vomitingwords]

and then I learned

how to cry

without tears

falling from my eyes

behind clouds // ma.c.a

[c0unterclockwise]

I wish I could eat dirt the way you do. Clamp it between my wisdom teeth, spit out the worms and turn the mulch into stone and gem and something. I wish I could make

[redglassbird]

I will NEVER get over the fact that I can write stories. Like I can weave threads of whimsy in a whole new world and make people feel things if I weave them well enough???? Stories are worth so much!!! Lines of poetry are literally currency to me like I get to write little lines and then writing little lines helps me notice things when I read other peoples' lines????? Magic! Whimsy! Characters! Words! Words! Words!

[mysharona1987]

[welcometogrouchland]

I understand that literature nerd Jason Todd is kind of overblown in fanon compared to it's actual presence in canon (a few issues during his pre (and post?)crisis Robin tenure that highlight it) BUT consider that I think it's hilarious if the unhinged gun toting criminal has strong opinions on poetry

[wlwdaydreamms]

we grieve the future we will never have. we grieve the memories we will never make. we grieve the person we will never marry. i know that i am making the right decision by leaving but that doesnt make the grief easier. i am at peace with my own company but that doesnt mean i dont miss the comfort of having someone by my side through the ups and downs of life.

[poetessurielle999]

"In another universe, will I be able to meet you again?"

Your question left a cold downpour on my skin. My ears kept ringing while my heart was embraced with guilt and pain.

How can I ever tell you the truth?

"Of course, I'm sure we will," I answered, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

Your smile only worsened the memories of my travels—of how I tried to win your heart in every universe.

But unfortunately, the one I love, and the one who loved me, will only stay in this universe.

I'm afraid that this is the universe that gave us a chance to forcefully connect our red strings, meant to be with someone else.

And I'm sorry—perhaps I wasn't that great of a lover despite my efforts. I can't blame you, for I feel that I abused your love and I am not worthy of it at all.

A. "Urielle"

[stormykatie]

october reeks

of silent whispers,

of hopeful stares,

of acute nostalgia

october tastes

of drunken kisses,

of bourbon whiskey,

of you,

of me,

of new beginnings

-katie

[and-corn]

B I G N E W S !

I've made an art book and the Kickstarter is about to launch! It has writing, illustrations, and comics similar to this one! It's called Waving at Airplanes and it's probably the largest project I've ever done (I'm quite proud of it).

The book will also include this comic, this one, plus this, and this - AND 6 additional, never-before-seen comics/illustrations! So if you happen to like those comics, it would mean a lot if you considered getting the book! You can check out the Kickstarter page here!

Since the artwork is already done, the Kickstarter is really just a pre-order (to cover the cost of having the books printed and shipped). It launches on 9/9/2024 and will last 4 weeks!

Thank you! These comics may not be my most popular, but they are the most personal to me, and the support for them is really special.

[asoftepiloguemylove]

on love that lingers

F. Scott Fitzgerald The Short Stories / Jen Mazza Lie from Peripety (2008) / Annelyse Gelman / unknown / Gioacchino Pagliei The Naiads / Hanya Yanagihara A Little Life / Warsan Shire

[tofubutter27]

Sweet nectar a taste from the devil’s kiss

Fragrant scents its presence fills the air

The red hands crawl deep into my skin

My soul burns wild like hellfire

In glorious ecstasy

A moment of eternity

[gcpoetry]

You care? I’m not trying hard enough? When I’m not screaming out my last breath no one seems to care. When I don’t talk about it nobody else talks about it either. When I’m silent, you think that’s me being “okay”. You care when I ask you to care. Im not asking you to care anymore. I’m asking you to stop pretending when the silence comes back. To stop acting surprised when the tired anger breaks through. Stop pretending like I’m “getting better”

- GC_Poetry