#poem??

[theraccoonfairy]

I’m tired

Tomorrow

And I keep

Again

Wondering

I keep living

If I’ll

Even though

Wake up

I’d rather die

tomorrow

[yourlocalmechanism-dr-carmilla]

I may never feel the same again the way i felt for them. Those who deceided to leave, but i am better off without them. I wait for the one it seems, in any way. If only id look pretty enough for me to see myself sonewhere. A star cant be a planet i guess....

[behindscenes-identity]

Freestyle - 7 Minutes

They say when you die, you replay the best 7 minutes of your life before the cord is cut.

Yet I still wonder what mine would be:

Maybe it'd be nights spent under the stars, gazing up into forever

Or days spent with those who wish to hear me, to understand me,

Possibly the first time I tasted my favorite meal, warmth caught on my cold tongue

Or playing a mundane round of mancala, but all the better by their side,

Conceivably a day spent on call with those I value, trying to entertain

Or it could be all of this if I make the best of those seven minutes;

And maybe a little more if I make the best of it all.

[permanently-exausted-goose]

I love the cold, being cold, being in the cold. It’s a lot more peaceful here. Things don’t move so quickly when they’re cold. Even sound. It’s quiet and light isn’t overwhelming. Other people don’t like the cold, they don’t like existing in it. Don’t know how. You can take up space in the cold, all the space you want. Because you rarely find other people in the cold. When you do though it's a peculiar thing, because most of them still don’t like the cold. They say they're forced here, exiled to a place that will freeze them. The others like me, who enjoy it, will often stick together, we don’t huddle though. No, but we can always see each other. Because when you don’t mind the cold, you don’t mind being far apart.

A wip by me that I’m post four hours late

[quackkaz]

“Hey— oh?“

…

“You okay?“

…

…

…

I.. don’t know..

“…“

…

“You never really know.. Do you?“

..?

I—..

“Hey. It’s okay. To not know.“

…

…

..Really?

“Yes.“

…

…

…

Oh.

…

“…“

…

“Kaz?“

..Yes?

“…“

“You know I’m always here for you. Don’t you?“

…

..I know.

…

“…“

“You know I care about you?“

..I know.

…

“…“

…

“…“

…

“You know you are my favorite person.“

“..Right?“

…

…

…

I know.

“I love you.“

…

…I know.

I know all that you let me know about you.

…

Thank you.

“..?“

“For what?“

…

Letting me love you.

“…“

“I don’t cost you your attention too much. Do I?“

…

I.. may not know the answer to that.

…But you know what I know?

“What do I know that you know as well?“

…

That we both need this love that we give each other.

“…“

“Oh.“

…

“…“

…I love you.

“I know.“

[two-bees-poetry]

[golden-letters]

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Nitya Prakash

[cityelf]

this poem is about being nonbinary.

[poetryforall]

[octoberloved]

[thoughtcascades]

idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that

[deadlypoetacademia]

[vexheart]

[becomingvecna]

— David Cronenberg, Consumed