#poetry prose

[dame-nostalgique]

Songbird, 2023 🕊️

Pieces of hope for today, tomorrow, and the days after that

[umabokil]

There is a rotten feeling of melancholy and loneliness on some nights which you can’t quite explain. You suddenly want to be buried—whether under the ground, under a comforter, or in a hug that’s here to stay, you don’t yet know—but you suddenly feel like mould and dust and the colour of a funeral on a dull day; you suddenly want to sit in the middle of a puddle of gloom and stare off at the white wall till daybreak peeks through the window crack. You want away; you want the ocean bed; you want stillness; you want nothingness. Because you feel like nothingness.

[celtic-poetry]

I just keep on writing stuff haha the brainrot is real

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He already knew

long before they met

that fateful day

in a crumbling apartment room

that he was doomed

his body against him

the sickness

already with its claws

deep inside of him

it’s just a matter of time

he hope it will be enough

his dream of wonder

of remembrance, of legacy

almost in his grasp

so he doesn’t really have anything to loose

a few days later when he is back again

at the same blown out apartment

and just by sheer luck, almost by accident

saves someone else,

like he never will be able to save himself

not enough time

but perhaps,

he will be remembered

for more

than his impeccable mind

maybe

it can be a different kind

of legacy

hopefully there will be enough time

for their shared dream

not just for him, but also for his

eh, for his, all brand new,

second half

[ilovebooksandyou]

Trigger warning, i guess?

Oh and this is an older poem from july but whatever

When I first saw the image, it gave me an unsettling feeling because it's an animal, of course. But the symbolism of a snake devouring a rabbit immediately resonated with me in the context of that poem. The poem speaks of yearning and of wanting someone to long for you as much as you do for them, to feel that same intensity. But in asking for that connection, you end up being consumed entirely. It's a cautionary tale of desire—how, in wanting to be close, you might lose yourself completely.

In this metaphor, the rabbit is like the speaker, vulnerable and seeking companionship, even asking the snake to stay. The rabbit imagines they’re both hunted by predators, yet overlooks the fact that the snake is just as much a predator. In trying to hold onto that connection, the rabbit is devoured alive. The snake, in its own way, believes it’s staying with the rabbit by consuming it, believing their union is complete through consumption.

Kind of like the line "be careful what you wish for"

[thepathetickind]

january writing prompts | week 04 🧡 by laurenmaerie

♡ january week 04 prompts:


time cracks like ice

shared silence

the moon doesn’t walk alone

chimney smoke

the stars sharpen in the cold

frosted glass blurs edges

the ache of beginnings

[eitwrites]

Brown eyes that mirror thoughts; eyes that round up when intriqued, eyes that close to almost a slit when playful, eyes that sparkle with mischief even before the words come out of her mouth.

I play along when she has a joke in mind, she doesn't know her eyes are giving it all away. The way her lips curl up and the way her nose crinkles, the way her voice carries her intent- light and full of laughter. She doesn't know i've spent years learning her and can read her through and through.

Here she comes, those coffee powder eyes with twinkling lights beneath it. Here she comes and starts with "Hey have you heard. . ?" Here she comes and there's happiness in my blood, it's going all around.

[stardustthroughthecracks]

I’m sorry I didn’t realize how thin the string was between you and me; how rare these ties would be.

[elioparanoid]

Erymanthos Rose

You are my ruby rose, always radiant in your own way, shining with every ruby that lies in your flushed petals. Allow me to caress each red crystal, like silk slipping between us. My gaze, like a reflection in mirrors, admires you as if I were looking at a jewel inside a protective crystal box. The sensation of your delightful essence is always present in my mind. The blood-red color of your ruby leaves makes my veins pulse. I will be the one to free you from the glass case that surrounds you, and then I will cherish you with adoration to show you the greatest devotion that exists.

| @elioparanoid original writing ❤️‍🔥🖋️ |

[moreorlessinsidious]

I do not want to attach to anything;

Not because I fear loss.

I witness a million deaths a day

in the spaces between us

and with those I never met.

I fear growing into the earth

and being ripped from its flesh

a clutched newborn,

still a misshapen star.

I do not fear the warmth of ruin,

only the silence I came from:

A beginning and end

without the eyes of god.

[umabokil]

I’ll paint the scenery outside your window with your favourite season and connect the stars to scribble your name in the sky. I’ll write books of poems and songs in your name and leave them in parks and bus benches for everyone to find and read. I’ll bake you the homeliest home and cook you the fanciest dinners. I’ll tuck you in with a lullaby for the heart and scoop you in with kisses to the forehead till your chest falls into a calm rhythm next to me. I’ll build you the cosiest cabin in the woods and I’d be the fire that keeps your fingertips and nose warm. I’ll love you like I have always wanted to love you, and I hope that, with time, you will, too.

— I’ll find you for your sake till you become inseparable with yourself.

[ily-beyond-measure-carstairs]

The sound and flow of words. The melody of nature. The song of the soul. All move endlessly like a placid river by the trees. As life speaks in its soft tunes as my fingers glide against the tree bark; the rough and smooth edges beneath my touch. It felt as though there was a string that tied me to this beauty. To this life. As if a thread woven into cloth, making a beautiful tapestry. A story. The beats of my heart translated in the depths of this earth. Rooted. Alive.

[maispeakslove]

- sapphire blue

[adornself]

5-2-24

[eitwrites]

I like you a little. A little because i'm not sure if i'm allowed to like you a lot.

We're standing around in groups but it feels like there's only you and me. You recall small things about me and my heart does a little flip because you took the time to notice those things and it flops just as quick thinking you must be that type of person; too nice to let anything pass by, too kind to not make friends with everyone.

I like you a little. A little because if I don’t keep reminding myself, everyone else might realize it's a lot.

[stardustthroughthecracks]

As someone who is usually so quiet, what is it about you that makes me want to tell you everything that’s ever happened to me?