#poetry i guess

[fayewoodss]

does anybody else remember it happening like this?

(click for better quality. original meme under cut)

[narcissistcookbook]

bone white stone towers

like the arms of a dead god

holding up the sky

no, more like fingers

worn to the marrow, scraping

at the coffin lid

no, not fingers, ribs

pried apart and licked pristine

by snotworms and birds

like arms like fingers

like ribs, bone white stone towers

divine, like whale fall

the leviathan

larger than the world entire

is devoured by it

[thatqueerbat]

how do you decipher

the differences and nuances

between friendship and love

platonic attraction or affection

how do you ask

someone to explain

their feelings for you

in a comprehensible way

without making things awkward

is it just too hard to say

'hey this is how i like you'

how do you want to engage?

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

a good week for viewing - if ur up early that is - its almost gone

and

now itz turtle tuesday - witch eye neither made up or named

lets get some rest before we talk about regrets

if the words are not making sense 2 u - ur not alone ( btw inspired by something i jest red on yahoo - not a review of poetry - tho the shoe may fit the metaphor )

made the mistake of looking at the headlines like a deer in the headlights

usual sorta

a good kitty always for sure and i guess the other expected as the morning slips by

hallelujah anyway

[thedegu]

I looove quitting jobs because I'm a really good worker. I love seeing the fear In my manager's eyes when I turn in my two weeks.

Want to keep me?

Well, I told you in our last meeting what would keep me.

can't do it

Well, too bad <3

should have paid me more,

should not have yelled at me

Should have given me the scheduled shift I asked for <3

Now I'm looking for something new, and I know you're going to give me a good recommendation, and I just wonder where it went wrong

[daniluvsyou]

i’m full of poetry and heartache and sometimes i think so much that i can’t sleep. i always remember. i ask God “why?” but i know i am grateful for it all.

[emmaleejackson]

i don’t feel human.

i have friends. i know that. there are people that talk to me, joke with me, say they like me. i like them. i think they like me. 

but how much can someone like me to compensate for how much they hate me?

i’m annoying. i don’t get how conversations work. i miss social cues. i hijack conversations whenever i open my mouth. i don’t understand personal space. i’m stuck up and a know it all and sometimes accidentally mean. i am universally disliked. i have accepted this as true.

i have a friend who’s like me. and i find myself annoyed. irritated. wanting to distance myself. i look at what she does and i see myself. i look at her and i hate myself, and then i hate myself more for hating myself in the first place.

my best friend tells me she loves me. i love her. but i am clingy and i don’t know how to love right. too much and too little at the same time. for all i can speak i never know what to say. i will never be able to love her in the way that she deserves. i hate myself for that.

i’m a bad person. i came to terms with that long ago. it was easier that way. i didn’t like myself and i didn’t care if other people liked me either. i was born without an instruction manual and for all that i tried to watch and learn i still managed to fuck up.

please. give me the instruction manual.

i want to be human.

[mercyluvsyouuu]

Yknow despite feeling a major disconnect from being a human it certainly is nice sometimes. There's blood that runs through my body and it is warm and it is alive and rich and full of what gives all things life. My body is filled with life even if my mind doesn't know it. There are people that are like me and there are people that are not and its a beautiful and wonderful experience when it wants to be. I am alive God damnit and I'll use this gift however I please

[swiftiefirefighters]

so i woke up with this idea in my head of chris as the reincarnation of daniel and kind of just…pulled a poem from brain (i’ve thought poems before but never written them down but this one was dying to get out i am not a poet it is not good but im going to throw it out into the world anyway rough edges and all don’t make fun of me okay?)

Reincarnation

you were born to save a boy.

you fail.

you grow up.

you meet Him.

(He trusts you with his son more than anyone —

You don’t want to let him down)

you’re drawn to them in a way you don’t understand

(maybe you do in some way you’ll never come.

close to realizing)

you help them

you save him from a tsunami

(he saves you from yourself with a simple sentence - you’re gonna be okay kid)

you save them

you watch as they become your family

you watch as he grows up becomes his own person

you watch as he needs you less and less

you were born to save a boy

and so you do

you don’t fail this time

you save him

you save him

you save him

[gently-decaying-flowers]

society will tell you you’re weird

but i think you’re fucking divine

fuck their opinions and lies

i’d be honored to call you mine

[julie-schwieters-supremacy]

"I am a mosaic of everyone that I've ever loved, even for just a heartbeat" - @viridianmasquerade

i make my pasta the way my best friend who i don't talk to anymore did. i wear funky socks all the time because someone that doesn't even know i exist explained why they did. i write my p's the way my friend does because i rarely talk to her anymore and it's like a little reminder of our friendship. every autumn, i listen to the same songs on the same playlist this boy i drifted away from made. i wear the bracelets and rings that every single person has ever given me because i like to have a piece of them always with me. i paint my nails this specific shade of blue because the sister of the person i love has the matching shade. i started drinking bubbletea because this girl made me try it, and i made my tea with the teabags my friend gave me for my birthday a few years ago. i write my feelings in this notebook one of my friends got me for christmas the year before we stopped talking, and i write the best things in a notebook gifted by a friend with our inside jokes on the cover. i wear dangly earrings because someone i platonically love always does, and half of the books i've read are because of them, they are the reason i am on tumblr right now. i joined the fandom every single game someone i love has played, and all the shows and movies and musicals my friends have shown me. i still listen to this one taylor swift song that i listened to with a girl i don't talk to anymore, because it was our song. i keep the polaroid one of my friends in my phone case, and i type the word "-cause" the way i do because this guy i love platonically does, and because this girl i only have a connection to because of a boy does too. i'm watching a show that's now my favourite because the girl i sit next to in math recommended it to me. i started playing soccer because of my childhood friend, and i grew my hair long because my closest friend in grade 2 did. i read harry potter because one of my best friends told me about it in primary school, and i have a headband given to me by someone i hope is doing better now. 13 is my favourite number because of this singer i love, and my posters are on my wall because of someone's sister. i drink monster now because this boy i was friends with made me try it ages ago, and now it's one of my favourite things. i have a piece of every person i have ever loved, even for a second, because all of them have shaped one part of my life or the other.

[jaspercasperthecatghost]

astronomy poetry <3

—————

She was as warm as the sun

as beautiful like the moon

as over-looked like the stars

as intriguing like the universe

and as untouchable as the clouds

—————

[daughter-of-sapph0]

you came over yesterday

even as the cold wind blew

we hugged and kissed as the snow fell

and now my pillow still smells like you

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

its not about the ice cream ffs

is that 2 strident for so early and its we gonna have some fukken coffee kind of morning

dont forget the moon we wouldnt sea otter

wise -try to find reasons every daze to look for joy some new

music or half remembered mary oliver

anywhat lets get the ball rolling - starting w a good and always kitty - still unhappy she cant play in toxic dust of construction - she not a lap cat - ever - once in a while is nice but yah up and down too much like a boxed jack unbound - a musical to go to later - we mention - the moon awready - too early 4 murder - gray sky as is normal and usual witch reminds me of rayleigh -witch unpoet wuz axing about and i couldnt find the words to mansplain - now armed w the internet ...birdsong in the evening mainly - sometimes they feed b4 or apres corvids -delighted if they get more than crumbs - in 1's and a rare 2

yah the fuckery despite it being gospel sunday - and yah theres some problematic like hollywood but then therz mavis staples

the usual mixture of not quite poetry - oh weight the dreams are all trynna get somewhere or home and getting nowhere man in a not quite accurate version of so called reality but not so much surrealist pillow if you pleez - o fux we looked at the news today oh boy and we r terror fried tho no worse than most daze

we actually edited by the way

an infinity of laundry

hallelujah

[daniluvsyou]

Have I found you? Flightless bird/Jealous, weeping/Or lost you, American mouth?

[epsilonicronecronomiconemon]

random poetry but I get rid of all the secret rules in my head and write bad stuff pt.1

Listening Eyes

I exist to me in the world

but to you

in a disk in a socket

in a tablet in a magical book

in your hand, easily broken yet

cherished for its power.

I exist to you in a plane

With no sound or space

though we like to imagine it

it is not there

when we do not.

I exist only in your consciousness

but you see me in my poetry

A human hand in front of a human voice

in front of a human mind.

I must be real.

I must be real.

I must be real for while the voice is artificial, it is mine

While my face is blurred you see me and my lips move in time

with my letters of love as I hand you rhyme after rhyme

after rhyme and you let each word fall

on your listening eyes.