#poetry poetry poetry

[stonedlilac]

Hi, I'm Nebula.♥︎ (formally known as @drxppingrxses before I impulsively deleted my account).

I am mainly a sub leaning switch. I prefer dominance, though I've found through exploration that I enjoy being the domme, too. I am currently single, @whispersxwhimpers is my Mommy.♥︎

Feel free to send me your fantasies, asks, or messages.♥︎

This blog is a NSFT blog that consists of darker and extreme kinks. If this is not your thing, please just leave, don't report a random because you dislike their content. Themes will include BDSM, CNC, kn1feplay, gxnplay, dd/lg mommy&daddy, wlw, etc.

Kinks (green): CNC, kidnap roleplay, sadism, knifeplay, gunplay, orgasm control, masochism, bondage, dd/lg, voyeurism, exhibitionism, roleplay, auralism, impact play(except with caning), corruption, gagging, praise, blood play, medical, latex, leather, masks, hematolagniacs (vampires), intox (no alcohol as I'm a recovering alcholic).

In the middle (yellow): nipple play, humiliation, cum, caning.

Hard limits (red): age play (though I like titles like Mommy, Daddy), coprophagia (scat), urophilia (piss play), paraphilic infantilism (diapers, age play, etc), feet, financial domination, non-stop spanking/slapping, over the knee spanking, autoplushophilia (no hate, just not my thing), mummification, somnophillia, claustrophilia (tight spaces).

Do not interact with me if you're a minor, an ageless/blank blog, if you're racist or lgbtq-phobic, cishet-male (I'm not interested), or just a general piece of shit.

If you've stumbled upon my blog I hope you enjoy yourself.♥︎

Having consent is not an OPTION but a NECESSITY. All posts are purley fantasy- I don't condone any sexual acts that aren't consented for. Kxll all the pedophiles.

All pictures I've posted are labled under #nebbypics. All asks are labeled under #nebbyanswers. All personal short posts will be labeled under #nebbyposts. All videos under #nebbyvideos. Longer stories are under #nebbysmut.

[poet-to-none]

[inmyownwordz]

So my first book is finally here! Self published and available on Amazon for purchase. I am so appreciative and thankful for all the support and love. This has been a goal of mine for some years now and to see it done is beautiful. The book is a ton of dairy/journal entries and notes that I wrote over the years. The subjects of each poem are different but all based around love, pain, loss and healing. It is an extremely easy read, and I really hope you all get a copy and find something in it that speaks to you! I want it to be something people can revisit for inspiration and insight just as you would do with a journal or diary. I love you tons and thank you for your continued support.

I know I have been absent on here but I really just don’t use tumblr much anymore. I still obviously check in from time to time to see what’s new but I do not post. I do have an account on Instagram where I post content daily and would love if you to followed me there @ poeticmoss 🫶🏼

[eefrostpoetry]

Could you write something about the beautiful feeling of spring 🌼

winter's grip begins to wane

and the sun's warmth starts to thrive

all this life beginning to bloom--

air filled with scents so sweet

flowers bursting with radiant hues

symphonies of bird songs filling the air

--spring has come

hope is renewed

let us bask in the beauty

of this new beginning

[two-bees-poetry]

so soft it hurts

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

[golden-letters]

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

[jordanbolton]

To The Person Who Was Sitting Near Me On The Train - Jordan Bolton

My first book ‘Blue Sky Through the Window of a Moving Car’ is out Nov 7th and is available to pre-order here - https://smarturl.it/BlueSky

[sin-ophelia]

[sleeplessv0id]

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

[stonedlilac]

When I die

I hope my forgotten presence

takes you with me.

I hope you learn you aren't immortal

as you

rot to the core and give me your soul.

I'll cradle it so tightly until you can't see

the bloodlust raging from my sore bones.

Such pity I feel for you

it drains me.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Nitya Prakash

[cityelf]

this poem is about being nonbinary.

[catchymemes]

[two-bees-poetry]

twenty years across the sea