#poetry is my favorite thing

[typewriter-worries]

It's world poetry day so here are some (more) of my favorite poems:

What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade by Brad Aaron Modlin

All Trains Are Going Local by Timothy Liu

Rural Boys Watch the Apocalypse by Keaton St. James (@boykeats)

HOPE YOU’RE WELL. PLEASE DON’T READ THIS. by Lev St. Valentine (@dogrotpdf)

Time of Love by Claribel Alegría

Every Job Has a First Day by Rebecca Gayle Howell

ALL THAT WANTING, RIGHT? by Devin Kelly

Reading by A.R. Ammons

things i want to ask you by Helga Floros

Night Bird by Danusha Laméris

Prayer for Werewolves by Stephanie Burt

The Two Times I Loved You the Most In a Car by Dorothea Grossman

The Yearner by Rachel Long

If I Had Three Lives by Sarah Russell

I Dream on a Crowded Subway Train with My Eyes Open But My Body Swaying by Chen Chen

We Have Not Long to Love by Tennessee Williams

Jesus at the Gay Bar by Jay Hulme

Cracks by Dieu Dinh

and here's part one <3

[whaliiwatching]

kaleidoscopic crush

[corpsentry]

love poem (typical)

[boycritter]

in a museum with my mother (but it could be anywhere at all)

[frogsottersandbees]

“you can make poetry out of anything”

you’re damn right I can brennan lee mulligan, you’re damn right

[lonelychicago]

—yet another pining eddie poem, by me.

[shitty-proendo-blackout-posts]

interact if you're pro non-traumagenic

[boyobjectifier]

“litany in which certain things are crossed out”

Richard Siken, Crush (2006)

[torchickentacos]

I'm reading poetry at 1 am and spiraling over like 45 emotions at once, which is how poetry was meant to be enjoyed, I think

[velvetjune]

the chapter songs in Alan Wake 2,, flawless

[seductive-suffering]

“I have this idea.”

“What is it little love?”

It’s a lifetime,

A eternal promise.

It’s you.

And it’s me.

It’s longer than forever because I could climb onto your soul and it wouldn’t be long enough.

[typewriter-worries]

It's National Poets Day, and to celebrate, I want to highlight some poems I adore as they're read by the poet that wrote them:

Maya Angelou reading Still I Rise

Mary Oliver reading Wild Geese

Olivia Gatwood reading Aileen Wuornos Takes a Lover Home

Danez Smith reading Alternate Heaven for Black Boys

Neil Hilborn reading OCD

Jack Gilbert reading Failing and Flying

Gwendolyn Brooks reading To the Young Who Want to Die

Ada Limón reading The Quiet Machine

José Olivarez reading Getting Ready to Say 'I Love You' to My Dad, It Rains

Natalie Diaz reading Post Colonial Love Poem

Hanif Abdurraqib reading When I Say That Loving Me Is Kind of Like Being a Chicago Bulls Fan

Marie Howe reading What the Living Do

[raininginmyroom]

All the thieves from my old high school continue to show up in my dreams, re-traumatizing me from all of their breaking in and always getting out of it with a sad sorry. They took a lot but the police can’t do anything about it, I walk around half naked even today.

The boys I thought were handsome showed their true colors and lost me in the process, it’s funny that every now and then they turn into wolves and howl outside my house, but I keep the windows and doors locked now. I don’t let anyone in anymore.

All those mean men who played nice pull off their ghost costumes well, they still haunt the hell out of me. I forget what they look like now, everything but their eyes. And when it’s late at night, they show me what they did to me all over again. Sometimes I find it hard to get out of bed to turn the light back on, so I let them play in the dark even when I’m tired and terrified.

I thought I healed and moved on but it’s halloween everyday for me, I guess that’s what happens when you run and hide from the agony just to keep yourself from hurting. It’s still there, alive and present and you’ll feel them breathe when you can’t get a hold of your escapism.

[art-house-cinema]

i never saw the bluebirds / until I started looking

[gaytedlasso]

I’m turning 26 dudes.

I will officially be the same age Dean was in season one, a fact that I’m being very normal about. It coincided with a follower milestone as well so the stars are aligning, telling me that it’s time to celebrate being an active Destiel blog.

So let’s fucking party! This may be a celebration, but the guests of honor are angst, horror, and nsfw. Once again not learning my lesson and challenging you to do your worst. Go nuts, show nuts.

Since this is a short event I would prefer to keep it just Dean and Cas, either together or separately 💚

To join the party, tag your works #elliots26dude or @ me

Jan 13: holy - horny - hands - highway - Lord Huron

Jan 14: horror - hurt - hickeys - home - Hozier

My birthday is on January 13th!

You can mix and match prompts from either day!

Any late arrivals are welcome as well

Lawboy notes:

- I know I mentioned angst, but due to personal circumstances I do not want anything that focuses on the subject of unresolved grief. ie: widower arc is fine because we know Cas returns. 15x18 confession scene is fine. And finale fix-it’s are fine as long as it includes or alludes to Cas returning. This mostly pertains to fics.

- no memory loss. no heaven endgame

- any prompt can be used for nsfw work, but must be tagged properly or have community labels if needed

- minors may participate, but cannot submit nsfw creations

Feel free to send me an ask or dm with any questions!

[brown-little-robin]

AUGH