#poems about dads

[tempestmothstorm]

crazy how the sanshee plush is one of the few actual direct confirmations on what a non-act 2 Natsuki’s home life is like because of how cagey she is on literally everything. Like this isn’t anything surprising or something you wouldn’t be able to extrapolate from the games but unlike everything else we know about her the implications are right there on the tin.

They literally did the character bio trope where where all the likes are normal but the dislikes are about their very specific trauma it’s just so funny they did that on the plushie card

[petrichara]

It’s October and nine years have passed. I say it’s dark, it’s cold, it’s a season of grief. I don’t know what I’m missing, don’t know what it means. I can’t imagine a life with you here. You’re something I feel, not someone I know; the hum of the house and nobody’s home. I don’t mean to be cruel, I don’t want to forget you. I don’t want to see you in the lawn decor.

Still, the weather gets cold and you’re a creak in the knee. I’m sorry you’re a talking point, sorry you’re a myth. I miss you and I missed you. It’s all in the mist.

[charzeewrites]

I hate my father, and I hate myself,

Because I am his daughter,

And therefore I am him.

[earlgaylatte]

Cleaning Out the Closet in My Childhood Bedroom, Where I Spent Most of My Seventh Grade Year-

I hid the photos of my father on the top

Shelf, behind a crab hat and embroidered

Bandanas. In one picture

I press my cheek to his like I could

Transfer my baby fat and pull the sallow

From his face.

Somewhere behind the old polaroids-

dad in cowboy boots and camo, him holding His father's Bible, him, looking like a candle that will never go out.

I find his old City on a Hill t-shirt, and

Pretend that if I put it on, it'd still go

Down to my knees.

When I was in seventh grade, I spent more

Time in that physical, metophorical closet

Then I did around him.

And now his abscene

Leaves me wondering, if

He could smell the boyhood on me,

Like I could smell the pot

Seeping into the fabric seats of his pickup.

I may have become his son, but I

Will always love him like a daughter. And I

Would easily give up this life if

He just got to be happy- and with a boy,

If he wanted.

In a dream I hear the impact of stones

being tossed at my window,

and my father-

aged thirteen, grey eyes filled with holy joy and michief, boyish face without sunspots, angel untouched by opioids.

My father is beckoning me outside, asking

if I want to go fishing in the river a mile or

so down the road.

I have to tear my eyes away. I can't save him

This time. It's already happening.

It already happened.

In a dream, he doesn't give me that lecture

On biblical sexuality, and neither does his

Dad.

When he tries to out-scream his queerness,

Sobriety is louder.

How many nights did I spend praying

crying sobbing begging talking confessing

Praying

To no one and nothing?

(god didn't forgive me)

I hope someday Shame asks me for mercy,

And I don't give it to them.

I deserve that.

(there was nothing to forgive)

[quaranmine]

i think the whole cringe is dead, radical sincerity, depth of genuine emotion, earnest effort, and unironic love thing that tumblr has going on the past few years has transformed my outlook on things and changed me for the better. but it does mean that now the people i know irl will give me strange looks for being too sappy or too poetic or too dedicated or too excited about about something because they're still stuck in their "well i only like this ironically" phase. guess that's their problem tho not mine <3

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

hmm liu bang being a verified member of the baby-tosser's club is not as cut and dried as i thought, apparently it's only mentioned in xiang yu's biography but is omitted in his. that's a conflict of interest if i've ever seen it. that being said, u gotta admit nothing about han gaozu make this seem at all out of character for him.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Carter: As Oscar once said: "everything is about sex, except sex, sex is about power."

Wilde: I never said that!

Carter: Yes, you did!

Barnes: Well that sounds like something you would say.

Wilde: Last time you agreed with Carter that "You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear" was something I would say. Your opinion does not count.

Barnes: Wait, you didn't say that?

Carter: Nah. I did got that one wrong it was Campbell actually.

Zolf: *who was listening from the side room and entered invoked by Campbell's name* No it wasn't. Campbell isn't a hack.

Carter: Ohoho, Oscar, he called you a hack? Are you gonna let him?

Wilde: You see, he didn't! Because I never wrote that. I never spoke that. And I resent anyone thinking I did.

Barnes: Okay, so who said it?

Carter: I still think it was Oscar.

Wilde: *doing calming breathing exercises*

Barnes: Don't be like that Oscar, Carter is just being himself. In fact, didn't you once said "be yourself, everyone else is already taken"?

Zolf: *who knows that Wilde never said any of this things* *breaks laughing*

Carter: Yeah, it was right after "never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary".

Wilde: I hate all of you.

Zolf: Why? Wasn't you the one going "there is only one thing in life worse than being talked about" well we are talking about you.

Wilde: I never... wait... no...I actually did say that one.

[unionizedwizard]

i think it's funny that i generally tend to roll my eyes at the typical dogmotif-tumblr-poem-about-daddy-issues thing but used the dogmotif very very obviously in what ended up being my best poem of 2024 (according to my standards at least). so i really can't say anything about it. lest i be a filthy hypocrite

[vampirewhohuntsvampires]

Slice Of Heaven [Title]

[nobecausecheese]

When kittens smell of cigarettes It tells you one of two things; Either he was on the table again Or he was kissed Very gently On his tiny little head By someone who smokes American Spirits

[lemonnbug]

A poem titled My Father Died Again Today where I describe every time someone gets rid of or changes something that was my dad's or reminded me of him

[ilonacho]

pompeii bastille fills me with such longing for days that are long gone

[nenoname]

yes i'm still salty that some people were super annoying when folks compared stan and bill-- despite the website being even more blunt about their similarities!!!!

[pears-palette]

It can be easy to forget that love is just as easily violent as it is soft.

It’s intensity drives us to our knees, makes us howl and weep, turns our bodies into glass bottles trying to contain tsunamis.

Love makes us want to carve off parts of ourselves happily for the comfort of another.

It can bring equal parts ecstasy and agony and never have I felt more alive than when I am loving.

[8cfc00]

don’t know if this makes any sense but. i associate each of the s1 dad’s stories with different storytelling mediums. 

like, glenn’s story is very visual, a lot of visual subtleties and visual imagery/symbolism. (book of Xs) Meanwhile ron’s story is a lot more word-based, there are visual symbols, but i see them as a lot more abstract. (you are enough just as you are). Darryl’s would work best as a movie. it just has those vibes. and i think Henry’s story is good as a podcast? (the structure feels less conventional, and he has some great monologues)

[milkyspine]