#poetrt

[her-penetrating-soul]

🤍 ‿⚘Into the notion of being into a trance. A daze of losing control of all your senses. I am solely feeling the sensations you're feeling at that very moment. I'm consumed by you, in all my senses. You managed to literally turn my world upside down. I tend to find myself not being able to think. A tingling sensation coming over me. In those inappropriately places on the contour of my body. A new horizon was placed upon me. Lost like a little girl discovering her senses for the first time. You, yes, you, all I know is that ever since you caressed your soul up against my oceanic soul. I can't concentrate on anything but you. I fell into you into the depth of your brown meadows, into your love, into your abyss, into you. I fell madly in love with you. You swept me off my feet. I see only you. Draped into the ribbons of colors of you. I fell into what I was afraid of belonging to someone. You managed to spark these sensations of yearning to belong, to be draped into you. Of craving you in those vital ways. You brought me to my knees. To yield, to commit to you. To bow my womanly strength to you. Without a doubt, I knew you were the one. From the moment we started speaking. I felt a shock wave pass through me. I felt like I was struck by lightning. I felt a sensation I'd never felt throughout my entire life. For so long, I was afraid to let others see. You saw me for me. It was natural with you. I didn't need to hide. I could be myself: sarcastic, sassy, opinionated, strong-willed, spicy, feisty, smart-ass, loving, compassionate, noble, stubborn, a switch. You only saw beauty before you. You became my best friend, my confidence, my lover, my addiction. I tried fighting these sensations for as long I could. I fell like leaf from her own tree of life. I fell upon you. You caught me. You clinged to me like the waves upon the sea shoreline. I am synchronized imto you. I feel all your emotions. I found myself in you. You found yourself in me. Two subdued souls into one sonnet of symphonies. A beautiful bond, a mesmerizing masterpiece. You are the love of my life. I only see you. You are the one I want, yearn for, lust over, I only see us. Inside in us. You changed my entire world. My world when I'm with you is only you & me. Nothing else exists. You draped yourself deep within my crevices. For when I'm not with you, I'm lost. My world doesn't make sense. I'm stuck in a trance in a daze. Consumed by you. I miss you when I don't hear from you. I miss you when you're asleep. I long to be those pillows that cup your face, and I yearn to be those bed sheets that drape upon you. I crave to be the glass you place upon your lips upon. I'm jealous of the things you touch. I wish I was all those objects that you grasp into your hands. I long to be them. Caress me, touch me, feel me, ravage yourself upon me. I need you like the flowers need the sunlight to flourish. I need you like sea need to splash into the shoreline making there foam as they love to pne another. I need you like the sunsets caress the land. I need you like the sunrises ravage the day breaks. Like the moonlight needs her twinkling stars illuminate the night sky. Your my entire life, my world. I'm for you. I love you, my brown meadows, my horizons, my king of hearts. I'm eloped into you. I'm utterly in love with you. I'll always be for you. You're the man of my dreams. My one truth in this lifetime. Never doubt that I don't love you for your ways. I still love you even when you shut down. Even when you're whirling. I love everything that you are. A foundation of a man. You're beautiful to me. You're my heavens on earth. My one. Only you! Only US. Only love.⚘⁀🤍

Written: July 15th, 2024

©Copyright Rights Reserved:

🤍༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶🤍

[permetutotheworld]

GUYS PLEASE SEND REQUESTS IM GOING MAD RN MY EX BSF TEXTED AND ITS TAKING EVERYTHING IN ME NOT TO RESPOND SOMEONE DISTRACT ME

[kitchen-light]

Samih al-Qasim, from "The Tent Generations | Palestinian Poets", edited and translated by Mohammed Sawaie, Banipal Books, 2022

[whatkindofsoupp]

A cowboy (me wearing a plaid shirt) aimlessly wanders tje western fromtier (chigagoland suburbs). Itʼs judt him and his trusty stallion (bicycle), Pueblo (that is the model of bicycle). it always (since sixth grade) has been. This winter, theyre left to face tjis unforgiving (slightly hilly) terrain all alone (just passed 3 dogwalkers). Looking to tje horizon, he sees a dnowstorm (tonights sundown) on its way. The sky darkens and a frigid wind rears its fearsome head (its kinda cold). The cowboy (me wearing a brown leather boots) fears the two of them wonʼt make it through this harsh (48°F) cold a second timd. Pueblo is becoming old (i am out of shape) and canʼt carry him as far anymore (i dont want go up hills). The cowboy himself (me wearing a plaid shirt anf brown leather boots) is nursing an old injury, a gunshot wound in his leg (rolled my ankle) from a year (1 week) previous. Worst of all, they lost half their winter supplies to the same bandits that shot him (the plaid shirt looks cooler if i donʼt button it).

[lixzwithapen]

[sentimental-apathy]

I wrote a lil something to go with this amazing artist, Kaelan DiJulio's music. I hope yall like it.

[liuisi]

aria - bruce beasly

[yatiso]

first sober night in awhile and im not itchin for weed or alchie and am instead remembering the things that make my blood pump day after day

[hiimcanadia]

I've got a bandaid over my heart right now. I've found that doing that makes me feel better whenever my soul feels like an open wound. Like the grown-up version of a mother washing and bandaging a minor scrape for their child- more symbolism than solution, but it works all the same.

I've got a letter written out in my notebook, in my nicest handwriting. I had planned to send it once I found a permanent place to live. Reading it back, I don't think I can call it romantic, but it's laced with so much caring affection that I can feel myself leaking out and staining the gauze.

I hope you know that I really did love you, in one way or another. I hope you know that I'm still going to think about you on our anniversary and during Pride and at the park and every time I see a dragon. I hope you know you changed me.

I hope you never find out that you made me feel like an open wound. I worry that you'd feel guilty if you did.

[goodboi650]

i want everything from now on to be explained to me exactly in this way by autistic people only

so the thing about english is that people think it's so divorced from other germanic languages based on like. words. I've even heard people try to insist that english is a romance language. because of that whole messy business in 1066 with out-of-wedlock willy and his band of naughty normans. and now a good chunk of the vocabulary is french or whatever and they're prestigious so not using them makes you sound like a rube and this and that and the other

and yes william the conqueror will never be safe from me. I will have my revenge on him. he fucked up a perfectly good germanic language is what he did. this will be me in hell

but the thing is that most words in, say, german do have a one to one english equivalent. not all hope is lost, for those who still dare to see it. it's just that you 1066pilled normancels aren't looking in the right place

dog (en) ≠ der Hund (de) but der Hund (de) -> hound (en)

look with your special eyes. that one was easier. not all of them are this intuitive because of semantic narrowing and broadening and waltzing and hokey-pokeying and whatever else. I'll give you a few more

animal (en) ≠ das Tier (de)

aha! you think. I've got him on the ropes now.

but then

das Tier (de) -> deer (en)

nooooo!! you whine and cry in gay baby jail. the consonants are different!!! listen to me. listen, I say, putting both my hands on your shoulder. /t/and /d/ are the same sound. you just put your voice behind one of them.

nooooooooo!! you wail. deer are animals but not all animals are deer!!! listen to me. LISTEN. they used to be. animals used to be deer. that's just what we called them. it was a long time ago. it was a weird time in all our lives. it's okay.

let's try for a verb this time

to die (en) ≠ sterben (de) but sterben (de) -> to starve

same principle with the consonants, we're just changing a stop (where we completely stop the airflow and then let it through) for a fricative (where we still let some air go through. idk where it's going. maybe to its job or something.)

to starve used to mean generally to die, not just to die of malnourishment. we do that a lot. we take one word for a lot of things and make it mean one thing. or take one word for one thing and make it mean a lot of things. this is common and normal.

"okay but roland," you say, suddenly coming up with an argument. "what about tree? trees are super common. I don't think we'd fuck around too much with that. the german word is baum! what about THAT?"

"when did you learn german?" I ask, but then decide it isn't relevant right at this very moment. but fine.

tree (en) ≠ der Baum (de) but der Baum (de) -> beam (en)

beam??? you ask incredulously. beam???? BEAM?????? you continue with the same tone and cadence of captain holt from brooklyn 99.

yes. beam. like the evil beams from my eye I'm going to hit you with if you don't stop shouting.

but the vowels!!! you howl.

listen. listen to me. the vowels mean nothing. absolutely nothing. they're fluid like water. it got raised in english.

"WHAT DOES RAISED MEAN"

it doesn't matter right now. they were raised better than you, at least. stop shouting. open your eyes and see what god has given you. they're the same word.

"they're NOT the same word. they mean different things!"

we've been over this. they didn't used to. a beam was (and is) a long solid piece of wood. much like the long solid piece of wood I showed your mother last night.

FAQ:

Q: could english be some kind of germanic-romance hybrid?

A: do you become a sexy thing from the black lagoon just because you dressed up as one for halloween? english may have gotten a lot of vocabulary from norman french, but its history and syntax are distinctly germanic. that's what we base these things on.

Q: okay but what does it matter? this doesn't actually affect my day to day life

A: you come into my house? you come into my house, the house of an autistic man living in vienna austria and studying english linguistics and you ask me what does it matter? sit back down. I was going to let you go but now I have powerpoints to show you

Q: you're stupid and wrong and gay and a bad person

A: I know it's you, Willy

[my-name-is-heartache]

fuck sun and moon dynamic, you were white lace against a blue sky and I was scratchy wool soaked in blood, you were swaying green trees in summer and I was the bitting frost of winter. You were the daffodils splayed across soft grass and I was the gardener that cut off there heads.

-me

[lohstandfound]

I have regrets......

[gothtransandroid]

Interference

White noise fills the room

Turn off the screen and move down the hall, up the stairs and into the attic

Click on the ham and more static

Pull the plug and slink back down, two floors further and vent the basement

CRT dead, signals sliced out and the old tower...

Screeching searching modem drive me mad, feverish for the cord and I pull the plug

Fried the sad rook and floated out to the street

Face in my phone and the tablet is salt and pepper like the rest, but I check the battery

Its a brick, a mirror and a sign, as I look up and the dirty digital chaos assaults my eyes

Signal lost, decided to stay inside for now

But I'll be back with copper, rubber and a shovel.

[kartana]

All my

Laundry is done

Clean sheets

Tonight

Shower

[his-heart-hymns]

Unfortunately, he had to depart from Delhi due to political instability and thatswhy he was unable to sustain himself. He was then invited by the Nawab of Lucknow, but for the rest of his life, his yearning for the streets of Delhi persisted, a sentiment clearly reflected in his poetry.

mir, one of delhi’s great poets said, “the streets of delhi are not mere streets. they are like the album of a painter,”

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

MOUSE!!!!! New crack ship

Jio x Elliott

More friendship crack ship then a romantic one. Elliott is a novelist but in his dialoge he talks about his poetry a lot and who likes poetry? Jio. He even has his own book of poetrts in his spouse room.

Idk I just think they'd trade poems/authors/recommendations they like with each other.

That is all ( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

Ayooo! Friendly crackship! Now that's awesome! :D

When you mentioned those two, I immediately got the idea that Jio, who only knows a couple of Pelican Town residents, didn't know Elliott (especially since the writer had only recently moved). So when Elliott went to Ridge for some damn reason (aka looking for inspiration), Jio first mistook him for an elf (silly idea, but it's crackship), because of his appearance, love of poetry, and aesthetics.

After hearing Elliott read poetry out loud, the elf walked up to him and was like,

Jio: "wow, fellow elf? Where have you been all this time?"

Elliott: "Hmm? Who are you?"

Jio: "wtf you're not an elf die."

Bizarre conversation for the ginger writer, but then he got curious and started actively looking for Jio in the Ridge again.

The elf himself, interestingly enough, instead of being cold and rude to almost everyone, would ask what kind of poetry Elliott was reading. One small conversation today, a little longer tomorrow, and it turned out to be a kind of friendship.

I like this crackship, thank you for this 😄