#poems quarantine

[sanddollarpoems]

I feel it closing in

With every ping of my phone

Another friend wanting to talk

Or hang out

Or grab drinks

And I get it, this is what we do now

As a culture

This is how we "society"

But my introvert ass wants bed and a book

And I don't want to talk

Or be friends

Or exist

For a couple of months at least

God, I think I miss 2020

[lontanodalpanicoo]

Blood is screaming inside my veins.

Another morbid thought floats inside my brain.

Why am I still alive?

Will I ever be 25?

[red-rose-poems]

Like a buffet of dessert,

Loneliness is so sweet.

No salty people to talk to,

Or far too chewy meat.

Gluttony is relentless,

But at first he is your friend.

He makes you feel good,

Until you near your end.

All the empty calories

Load you to your core.

But then the sickness starts-

You yearn for something more.

And once you reach your fill,

After ravaging this dessert buffet,

Your stomach churns and twirls

As you keep the vomit at bay.

The loneliness was nice,

But then you saw you were alone.

Surrounded by mountains of sugar,

In your empty home.

[poetrythreesixfive]

The Great Indoors

To thrive in The Great Indoors, one must learn

to live boldly, daringly, unburdened by the sad

shackles that temper lesser souls, for happiness

requires that we do what needs to be done

first, one must learn to swing from the rafters,

to hurl oneself fully and heroically from one

high beam to another; if no rafters are available,

feel free to tear out the ceiling until they are clear

secondly, one must not be inconvenienced by

windows, so smash them out with whatever

solid objects are at hand; books, vases, and fine

sculptures will do, and in a pinch, try furniture

next, slide down any and all bannisters, and in

the case of living in some deplorable dwelling

where no bannisters are to be found, employ

a laundry basket to sled down the stairs at will

running is essential, around in circles and down

hallways, with the addition of screaming and

howling at every juncture; and jumping too

should be added, for obstacles will be expected

hunting for food will be necessary, as always,

and can be found in the usual hideaways, but

forget not to fill the tubs with drinking water

and to provide a helmet or coconut for a scoop

whatever tasty morsels are discovered should be

stashed in a clandestine location and protected

with booby traps; a water bucket over a doorway

is foolproof; use projectiles whenever possible

finally, shelter is essential in these wild times,

and building a fort using couch cushions, chairs,

and other sturdy shapes will assure you of safety

from marauders who might think to harm you

don’t forget to include the dog and cat, for they

will naturally take sides in any skirmishes, and

if the neighbors want to join in, make sure that

all secret passwords are secure and up to date

if parents or authority figures get involved and

punishment is threatened, deny everything and

blame it on pirates or raiders; remember, there is

nothing more noble than a sworn pact of secrecy

in all of these escapades, be sure to take time to

read books, at night by flashlight under cover,

and by daytime curled up in the warm glow of

a sunbeam shining through a broken window.

-GeorgeFilip

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

A poet RIP.

After testing positive with COVID, Patricia Horan, the poet, passed away.

Below is her final poem, written with insistence and ferocity via text from her hospital bed according to her friend Elizabeth Sabo.

Notes on a Stay in a Hospital Quarantine Cell

© Patricia G. Horan :: December 27, 2020

“I swallow my pride and it tastes like honey and salt.

The air has embraced my private body and has approved, and it quietly rejoices in its revelations and the liberation of its childlike spills and neediness. How I reach to love it suddenly, this stranger I’ve kept in a fifties New Jersey suitcase, only removing it for one afternoon on a nude fire island beach.

Now it is truly liberated in a small windowless quarantine room in North Carolina.

The machines behind me beep, shining little christmas trees, watching my pulses, systems, and disturbances like grandmothers, occasionally clucking, unfashionably faithful through the night. I am pinned head to toe to a proud family of counters, weighers, and witnesses. This little womb and its divine protocols.

Shame is peeled from the human body when the body is wet with sweet tears and shocking love. It has suckers like snails and they make marks. The shameless body houses the soul proudly instead of shrouding it.

My mother tells me I began to walk on my first birthday. Today I took steps alone from the commode to the bed, to the applause of my caregiver. Eighty years has incensed up in a laughing swirl of smudge smoke. A laughing swirl of smudge smoke and ageless birthday courage.

Echoing a hated preachment, I see that my life is just where it belongs, that mistakes are potholes filled in with diamonds.

If this dream goes away in the glare and blare of rough reality I will lovingly remember it the way I recall my dying mother squeezing my hand that is now identical to hers. My tenderness spills over in tears of recognition and reconciliation.

Message from a Quarantine Room.

Little womb of a room.”

[duskys-poetry]

Entertaining Insanity

Isn’t insanity so entertaining?

You all have normal lives to lead

Mine’s been nothing but isolating

The scars are my friends

The sickness my lover

Forever inside

My quarantine’s not over

It never has been, for my illness lives inside

Neglectful isolation

All my life I’ve been made to hide

So I find my companionship on the kiss of a blade

The intimacy of a breakdown

The seduction of self destruction

And I find the meaning in my life to be

Entertaining insanity

That’s all there is for me

In this prison of corruption

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

“...enough of the high / water, enough sorrow, enough of the air and its ease, / I am asking you to touch me.”

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

[crowleys-right-eyeball]

no i will not!

in general i dont think fandom tattoos are a bad idea but i think u need to at least give yourself like a two year buffer from the end of that piece of media before you commit. like if someone told me "yeah im obsessed with hazbin hotel rn so im gonna get a hazbin hotel tattoo" id be like woah okay maybe put a pin in that idea for later. but if someone told me "yeah i read homestuck in its prime and i still love it so im gonna get a homestuck tattoo" id be like well fair enough its been like eight years. if you still like it now you'll probably still have fond memories of it in 20 years. you do you.

[skid-the-mighty-poet]

[drunkpages]

Videopoema propio, ya disponible por Youtube!

[shamailaijazhaider]

Emotional Quarantine

The summers became adult by now, The seasonal flu was common now. But for me flu transformed into fear, I’m covid positive, I couldn’t bear. I became untouchable that night, No hugs, no kisses, and I cried. I encaged myself as if I was with leprosy, Seeing kids from far seemed so crazy, My soul was oxygenation by my daughter, A beautiful letter slipped under door, everyday. After 14…

[lontanodalpanicoo]

Intrappolata nel letto, cosa ho fatto di male?

Catene di ricordi e speranze mi inchiodano a terra, ma non sono più io, non ho più un cuore.

Ti guardo e penso: se non te ne fossi andata così presto, forse avrei potuto salvarmi. Forse.

Forse

Forse è davvero colpa mia.

È colpa mia se te ne sei andata.

È colpa mia.

[roseacademia]

A poetry I wrote a couple years ago, in March when Corona was still discussed a lot. It's to people who chose to not quarantine and on top of that, they would mock those who did, call them fools and all in all would be troublesome toward them. Writing a few verses of this was quite cathartic even XD

It's perfectly understandable for those people to not quarantine who had to feed their families, who didn't have enough resources to quarantine but the rest, that didn't have a valid excuse

[coff-in]

I RAISE YOU

Andrew and Ashley with younger sister who is EXACTLY as bad as them. Possibly worse. But she hides it so well that it's reallllly hard to find out until the Burial (or Decay) ending. She's clingy and naive! But she just happens to get along well with boys, and Andrew just happens to catch them asking her out a lot. She's shy and likes to stick with Ashley, but it just so happens that girls are always asking to be friends with her, and it would be mean to say no, right? When she can't sleep at night and wants to sleep with Ashley and Andrew, she just so happens to wear really revealing clothes. Whatever, they're siblings, who cares? And if Andrew's hand is too high up her thighs, or Ashley's hand is over her breast, well, she's already fast asleep. She wouldn't know anything about that. In essence! Younger sister reader who is well aware of her older siblings' inclinations towards her and drives them insane with it while acting like a cute little angel (she is a tease). I think they'd prob catch on or at least suspect her, but it only becomes really apparent during Burial when she's *extremely* into getting down and dirty with her siblings (Ashley and Andrew are not emerging without bruises and bites and scratches).

If we're extending this to Decay ending though I think it would also be interesting is a yandere who secretly wanted to keep one of her siblings to herself. Just toxic food for thought ykyk.

notes from coff-in: i don't know if i could elaborate on this wonderful idea even more because this is SO GOOD! (proceeds to elaborate on it more) i love you, 'nonnie.

[fem] reader-insert, [reader] is about 1 year younger than ashley, incest, NSFW, murder and suicide

baby sis [reader] teasing her siblings once they leave the quarantined apartments by offering to write her number on the wall near the restaurant (she doesn't even have a phone :p), pushing the two motel beds together so they could have "one big freedom sleepover" and she's like in a oversized night shirt and some short sleep shorts (or maybe not even wearing any bottoms to bed). maybe she's a clingy sleeper and wraps her arms and thighs around whichever sibling that falls into her nightly grasp. she's squeezing and nuzzling and cuddling them while they take it as an opportunity to feel her up. andrew def is an ass person in my head (don't get me wrong, he loves breasts and thighs too) and he hugs baby sis [reader], letting her hands rest on her ass and giving it a couple of squeezes. leaving her bras or underwear out in the open like ashley does and points it out when asked about it ("if leyley can do it then why can't i do it too?").

baby sis [reader]'s social life was a tool for her to use so she could get the attention of her siblings. telling andrew about the boys who ask her out and asking him if any of them would be right for her ("but of course there's no other man better than you, big bro!") and going to ashley after hanging out with her friends and complaining about how tiring they can be ("augh! they just don't get me like you do, leyley").

baby sis [reader] and julia being friends with each other but they're both using each other in some way. julia uses [reader] and ashley to get closer to andrew and once he and julia start dating, [reader] pretends to be a person to vent to about her relationship. while julia does talk about all the romantic things she does with andrew it's mostly her telling [reader] about ashley and all the death threats she has sent ("he bought me a lovely bouquet of tulips... and then ashley threw them away when i wasn't looking..." "a flower bouquet? how romantic!")

i can see baby sis [reader] leaving poems and love notes and little cute drawings of andrew, ashley and her together with hearts and stuff and she plays them off as either not being hers ("may julia left them for you, andy") or just cute little sister stuff ("the hearts are there to show that i love you guys")

she engages in a lot of physical affection with them both in order to touch and tease them while playing it off as her sisterly love. if she's shorter than them both she'd rest her face on ashley's chest a lot. they're just so comfy!! she'd hold andrew's hand a lot and tell him that brings her comfort and makes her feel safe,,, and he wouldn't want her to feel unsafe and scared, would he?

i think it's important that (from a story perspective i guess) andrew still watches over the parents when they prepare to sacrifice them, but ashley could also leave baby sis [reader] with him too (burial route). mrs graves tells them that she could fix all of this, they just need to ditch ashley and maybe instead of andrew it would be [reader] who threatens her ("i don't really care for how you talk about my big sister ashley like that, so i suggest you quit it :)")

during the vision, andrew and ashley are bitten and scratched up like a dog toy and [reader] is there leaning on ashley's chest, smiling and satisfied "let me know when you guys are ready for another round!"

andrew's blushing because he's embarrassed that he got caught while baby sis [reader] is blushing because it was all way more intense and wonderful than what she thought it would be. "we're never going to be like that, right?" and [reader] responds with a "well i certainly wouldn't mind :)"

a decay route with a yandere baby sis [reader] could have so many endings, you know? i think the game has three different variants/endings in the decay route: murder-suicide (ashley has a loaded gun and chooses not to shoot andrew), ashley's death (ashley has an empty gun), and then andrew's death (ashley has a loaded gun and chooses to shoot andrew). depending on possible earlier choices/actions, baby sis [reader] could either be chill with losing one of her siblings (their attention is less divided, right? more for her then!) or fucking lose it if she lost her favorite sibling to the other. gods, imagine a timeline where she lost both! her entire life revolved around her siblings and gaining their attention and love and if they're both dead in a murder-suicide then she'd probably follow them, too!

this is branching off from the request a bit (a lot) but in a murder-suicide timeline, baby sis [reader] tries to make a deal with ashley's demon/lord unknown to bring them both back to her! aaah!!

this is very long. i usually type my writing on a google doc to get it all organized but i've been thinking about this ever since i saw it this morning. thank you, thank you, thank you 'nonnie for this LOVELY AND WONDERFUL ASK!!! your idea and mind is just... grrr they're so great!!!

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coff-in

[userslayer]

part 2 of my favorite spuffy fics!

here is the first post.

most of these contain smut, all completed, some from ao3 others from elysian fields, some oneshots others multichapter, all happy/hopeful endings, nothing too angsty or dark unless stated!

elysian fields:

What Happens In Quarantine... by bewildered

s4 spuffy stuck together in quarantine! very smutty, beautiful slow burn. a lot of shakespeare

I Fought the World for Your Hand (Give My New Body a Chance) by williamthebloodied

established spuffy, buffy dresses up for spike and he more than appreciates it by going down on her, pretty emotional

Embers by Dusty

spuffy + angel threesome. hear me out! established spuffy, very hot and emotional smut, delves into spike/buffy, spike/angel, buffy/angel in such a beautiful way it just strengthens spuffy

Drive by Holly

insanely good. s4 vampire!buffy gets excluded from everything she has always known as a human, so all she has is spike, who still sees her as buffy. roadtrip! hot smut! well-developed relationship

A Love Like Ours by Holly

s6 where a confused buffy slowly opens up to spike and sees that he truly loves her in one eventful night

Treat, Please by EffulgentEllie

s7 halloween, buffy enjoys some time alone until spike knocks on her door and she offers him a smutty treat

Hush Now by MillennialCryBaby

no plot just hot sex, set after something blue during crush as spike makes sure to return the favor

Dare by simmony

s7 spike thinks he should leave town to avoid being used by the first, buffy confronts him about it ensuing a night of talk about forgiveness, killing vamps and cemetery sex

Snap Dragon by MillennialCryBaby

holiday fic 🎁 with morning sex and poems

Christmas Eve by Dusty

holiday fic 🎁 stablished spuffy having hot sex in the kitchen

Slay Bells by Eowyn315

holiday fic 🎁 super interesting monster of the week, scoobies shenanigans, spuffy dating other people who keep pointing out they are actually in love also my fav trope of spike's chip no longer works and no one believes in him except buffy

ao3:

The Taste Of A Heart Beating - Geliot99

sexy kinky period fic because spike is a vampire and he loves buffy, duh

Forty-eight days in LA - Blissymbolics

this is a dark fic with no spuffy ending. s3 spike kidnaps buffy in hopes to win back drusilla, heavy on the mortal enemies, hurt/comfort

Tracks in the Snow - ashcrashed

holiday fic 🎁 domestic fluff, mythical demon in sunnydale and the scoobies. good vibes only

Christmas Date - bewildered

post-series. spuffy slowly find their way back to each other even as they are physically apart, and faith helps

What She Deserves - flootzavut

they bump into each other at a renaissance faire, fight some demons and have hot sex!

Hand in Flightless Hand - tragic_ly

s4, interesting original demon lore, aftermath of something blue, spuffy fighting the good fight together

[mythicalthing]

taylor and joe were two tortured poets quarantined together and in their isolation wrote poems and songs about great sadness and grief that they couldn't relate to then and wrote just for the fun of it...but those same songs would become fitting for their relationship later on