#poetic rage

[thepoetsvomit]

Rage & Stomachs

Rage exists

In my belly.

My belly

holds my soul.

My soul

Collapses

Under the

Weight

Of my wrathful

Belly.

[nunyverse-scribe]

My Anger Is Like A Cigarette

Poem By Nuny

My anger is not strong,

Like a bonfire… so proud and bright.

For that fire, it is not wrong

To make itself known by the whole night.

My anger is not controlled,

Like a fireplace… flickering upon its stage,

Where people embrace that red and gold.

I do not embrace my rage.

My anger is not natural,

Like a forest fire… rampant in speech.

To calm down after, it’s habitual

To then learn, grow, give space for new niche.

My anger is toxic,

Like a cigarette—it burns inside.

Inhales it, feels it, locks it

In my system, where it will hide.

Oh, to consume anger’s breath,

And only release wisps of smoke—

These habits will be my death,

And honestly, I’ll accept this choke.

Because I’d rather poison my lungs

As opposed to let you hear

The etched words on my tongue.

I do not need that, my dear.

My anger will damn me to decay;

Pent up pain proceeding me to doom,

For I prefer the “compromise” of today,

I prefer today’s poisonous fume.

I will risk my health over and over,

Until the cigarette finally slips

And reaches flammable cover.

And I’m burned by the blunder of my fingertips.

Like the Triangle Factory Fire, my anger will burn.

“Tragically,” “unexpectedly,” “terribly,” happily.

My rage in a cigarette will reap the fate yearned.

Catch fire, burn, and be my ending, finally.

[wh1teswans]

things i be having

[moonlitfairytale]

Lidia Yuknavitch, from Letter to My Rage: An Evolution

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Multiverse Police (pt.3)

JL very soon finds out there's no reasoning or controlling this particular brand of crazy. Amity, as they like to call themselves - 'Because saying Interdimensional Law Enforcement every time is long and ILE is boring', Dani explains to them - do whatever they want and deem necessary, and no one can stop them.

They have bargained with the US government to let their whole town stay for a week in Illinois like one would ask to stay in a hotel room. They have all but swiped all the tech shops in the nearby area, and somehow, they had real, actual money to pay for it, despite not even originating from this dimension. They claimed it was due to the Ghost - or God, the opinions were mixed - of Time making it work. They visited a bunch of people. Heroes, that was.

One memorable visit was one they paid to Flashes. Vlad, the mayor of Amity Park and unofficial leader of ILE, and Tucker, a kid with an insane knowledge on all and every kind of tech, performed a whole lecture to Flash family as well as their friends and colleagues, on importance of safety while time-traveling, the best ways to fix the timelines and even on upgrades to their costumes.

The other important visit was the one they paid to Diana, although that one was not so climactic - Jazz just gave her a bunch of letters and a card with a summoning sigil on it. 'It's for Pandora, she enjoys having a cup of tea with Themyskirians,' the redhead claimed.

Now, it was Batman's turn, it seems.

Danny was standing - more like floating - in front of Red Hood. They were at the Watchtower since Batman did not like Amity coming to Gotham. In his opinion, that would be just calling for trouble, and both Valerie - head of ILE security - and the records of other Batmans said he was not wrong.

"Yeah, this one's fucked up," Danny says after almost three minutes of looking straight at Hood, and the man huffs:

"Thanks, I got that part," he throws back, but Danny just laughs softly.

"No, sorry, I didn't mean it as you personally. Just, like, compared to the other Red Hoods I've met. At least you're not fucked up beyond reason, I can still help you," the ghost boy says cheerfully and claps his hands, "Ready to get rid of the boiling rage in your veins?"

And, before either Hood or Batman can say anything, he reaches his hands inside Jason, and the man tenses up, holding his breath. Batman hovers close - he's read about the same kind of procedure being performed by Danny on other versions of Jason in the files, but reading about it and witnessing it is two entirely different things.

Danny's hands start turning green. The same thing he did with the portal before happens again: glowing, Lazarus green flows up his hands, like veins outside his skin. Only this time, it's not as bright as the portal was. It's murky and dull.

A few seconds later, Danny slowly takes his hands out of Red Hood's chest, and Bruce is really glad he was standing so close because Jason all but falls down to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. Batman holds him by the shoulder, keeping him up, but Danny shakes his head:

"No, he better sit down. He's probably gonna feel lightheaded for a few minutes. Oh, and catch," he throws something to Batman, which he catches on reflex. It's a weird, jello-like substance of dark, dirty green color, almost like a stress ball.

"What is it?" He asks, and Danny grins:

"A souvenir. That's his Pit Rage," he nods to Red Hood.

"My what?!" Jason snaps his head to the ball in Batman's hands.

"The parts that made it actual Rage. Think, like, an infection, or a parasite, or just- You know what, it's what you get when some crazy asshole bathes you in ghost sewers," Danny shrugs, completely disregarding the face expressions Batman and Red Hood are giving him. "Speaking of which, do you wanna come with us when we get rid of those Lazarus Pits of yours?"

There's a bit of silence, before Red Hood breathes out:

"Hell, yes."

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I'll be writing another part with Amity getting rid of Ra's and Lazarus Pits, yeah. In the meantime, Sam is looking for Constantine to give him a slap on the hand because all the John Constantine's pieces of soul were like a massive jigsaw puzzle to her, considering there's more than one John Constantine and all of them can't stop selling their fucking souls even for a minute and Sam is so done.

Tucker and Tim are nerding out in WE with no sleep or food, Damian gets to play with Cujo, Kon is discussing clones' trials and tribulations with Dani, Jazz is giving Supes a long overdue lecture on how to treat clones, Dan is looking for someone to fight - so far he's found Captain Marvel but he knows he is just a kid so instead of actual fighting they are playing Mario Cart - Val is having fun with Arrows because sharp shooters gotta stick together, and Vlad had abandoned all of his responsibilities and is hiding in Lex Luthor's penthouse, discussing cat breeds and how annoying heroes can be.

Paulina made her way into Gotham without anyone noticing and befriended Harley and Sirens, so Batman may or may not find a particular clown dead when he comes back to his city. Dash is actually not up for trouble, so he is on duty in Amity Park, doing tours for all the curious people who got interested in ghost town and decided to visit. GIW agents are in the process of locating all the Pits, Maddie is elbow deep in a scientific discussion with Martian Manhunter, Jack is upgrading the Amity Ship with all the new tech he's got, and Cyborg is keeping watch on him.

Did I forget anyone? I most likely did.

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Tag list: @mae-mae-mae @okami-love @fantasticstoryteller @ultra-stormsaga

[missnarcissistsworld]

In the depths of my being, a tempest roars, Rage, an inferno that consumes and soars. A storm of emotions, turbulent and wild, Unleashing fury, an untamed child.

With fiery eyes and a heart ablaze, Rage courses through me, in myriad ways. It's the thunderous crackle in my voice, The searing passion, my soul's own choice.

A symphony of anger, notes piercing the air, Rage, a primal force that I dare not spare. It fuels my spirit, ignites my will, A burning energy I cannot still.

In the chaos of rage, I seek clarity, To rise above the fury, with integrity. To temper the flames, find balance within, And let rage be a catalyst, not just a din.

[d3cayingdolly]

pluto, you were never too small for me to love

[c-hrona]

Pietà

[academic-vampire]

“Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night,”

By Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

[jazzzzzzhands]

~To be as an Ocean, as a River

Changing, adding, losing and leaving marks in one's wake~

oooh ooh So i'm really very very normal about Deity Wally

He is sooo Gentle looking to me..

I just wanted to play with him..

He got a little Buoy as a tiny HAT!!

(I dont think he noticed)

Deity Wally @cloudysunflowr

[feral-harvest]

"We are a tick on the skin of this sleeping beast. I know what we are. And we breed, raise, teach... Increase"

— Carolina Outcrop, "Woman"

[starliteonearth]

I'm not a Rhaenicent by any means but Alicent getting cut in the same place she cut Rhaenyra is the most fanfiction soulmate ass shit I've ever seen. Like come on now.

[eroticlamb]

[wh1teswans]

quote from the book I’m writing

edit: i actually edited the quote slightly so now i feel guilty but it’s okay

[72mylove]

[lostl1sbons1ster]

The bell jar aesthetic