#poetry reading on writings on the wall

[daddy-de-la-guerra]

POEM FOR A DEAD CRUSH (WHO LOVED THE OCEAN VERY MUCH)

by michael de la guerra

We’ll weep and reminisce over your mortal remains;

But so long as the ocean’s tide sways, your heart beats forever;

There under the dark blue waves.

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[thatsbelievable]

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"Lord, I confess I want the clarity of catastrophe but not the catastrophe."

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

The Atlantic

[tenaciouspoetworks]

I overshared and he chose some unimportant thing as important than the conversation we were having..

Such incidents make you feel so low that, they make you never come out of the walls you build for yourself....

[raininyourblackeyes]

My cousin, a published writer, a well-known poet in my country and a literature professor, for whom I've always been no.1 support ever since her first attempts at writing in high school, told me that I must stop writing as a hobby because that's her thing and since I'm writing fantasy mostly my writing could never have any important artistic value anyways.

[rainbun]

My creative process in a nutshell

[thesagekissoftime]

I want your quiet, your screaming and thrashing

The salt on your lips and the hands that God gave you

And I want your violence, your silent sedation

Your hands on my insides, fingertips crawling

The scrapes on your knees and the blood that spills over

- Spiracle by Flower Face

[rydykg]

viii - bunny ; june prompts by @nosebleedclub

ID below:

[ID: an image of a poem. The title is bolded and underlined and says “mr. big bad wolf”. Below that is a smaller and italicised watermark reading “@rydykg”. The poem reads:

mr. big bad wolf, won’t you do me a favour?

will you please engulf me, wholly and well?

it isn’t enough to leave pieces behind,

it falls onto you to take me clean

and leave no escape for your pretty little prey

will you be the big bad wolf

coming to eat me up?

i’m no piglet building walls,

but you’re a predator with such big teeth

and i’m a bunny running away

dear big bad wolf, won’t you come along

to huff and puff and blow me away?

or maybe you’ll dress up, nice and normal

to have big eyes and a big nose and big teeth

and hide away the awful, dark truth.

if so, my big bad wolf doesn’t need to worry,

i’m no piglet or little miss red

who hides and shuns away from your care

i’m the little bunny that will bounce into your heart

so won't you be with me and stay?

End ID.]

[carolinasouldrifter95]

"Why is a woman like you still single after all this time?"

To put into words all the things that are on my heart, is to search through all that life has made me experience. The laughs and the tears. The sleepless nights, both with someone or with just the moon and stars. The questions of faith, love, life and the little nuances in between. Big moments. Little moments.... They all define my innermost being.

They are precious and invaluable, not to be easily bought.

You see, to share these moments gone past, and to add treasure to the trove in my mind, one must put forth effort as well as action. My heart, nor my mind, cannot be purchased with sly words or flashy jewels or flowers. I find romance in the gritty and imperfect. Where others find it flawed, I see the diamond underneath one's "dirt"... And I only hope to find another that can see me in this fashion.

Feed my mind with literature that reminds you of me. Teach me your favorite dances so when it's late at night and the rest of the world is fast asleep, we can start a fire by slow dancing on the kitchen floor. Introduce me to your favorite songs while we watch the sunset make a masterpiece over still waters. Show me where you grew up as a kid, and where your soul changed from a child's to that of a man's. Show me your hideaways, your favorite routes to cruise on Friday nights just because. And if you do whisper me sweet nothing's, don't do so in the vain hope of seducing me. Do so because you find me to be the most beautiful when I'm unkept and not expecting your kind words. The same goes for your touch. I have felt the hardness of a man's hand, so when I do allow you to touch me, do so with the tenderness of that of a Morning Dove's feather, otherwise I will not know your intent.

Understand that I am not perfect, my past has made me anguished and my thoughts at times are dark, so when I overthink or retreat during the good times, I am simply needing your reassurance that what we have is not fleeting. When I let you into my little corner of life by speaking of my dreams, childhood memories or fondness of this week's hobby, please understand that my little tangents aren't in vain, only that I'm wishing for you to listen and become a part of these things, too.

I do not find myself to be a part of this generation that dates out of experimental practice or "fun", but I do not condemn those that do partake. Instead, I date with purpose and this is why I will not settle for mediocre love. I want romance mixed with adventure, I want a lover who can also be my best friend and above all else, be my safe space. So no matter where we are in the world, I am constantly filled with the feeling of being home just by looking in your eyes.

I'm not a girl who simply wishes for flowers, but for a man to plant a garden in my heart, so whenever I miss him, I can immerse myself in the year-round blooms he's sprouted for me.

I don't just wish for a mere boyfriend, but for a partner that I can come running to to share exciting news, sad news, advice or just to catch me on the brink of falling. I want a man who is strong enough to protect our home and family with his mere presence, but soft enough to shower me with tenderness as we raise our children with the same love The Father shows us everyday. A man who is confident in his place in the world, but is humble enough to know he will always be learning things until his soul leaves this realm. He will be the leader of our home, but he will love and respect me enough to see my role as equally important as his. We'll make decisions together as well as make a few mistakes along the way, but no matter what, we'll always remind each other that it's 'Us against the world' and not 'Us against each other'. Our relationship will be stronger than iron ore or titanium, and when life tries to throw us off its rails, we'll simply look at each other, take a breath and go into it holding hands and head first...

Now, to answer this old-as-time question:

If a man is not willing to make these simple things a reality for us, then what point is there to stoke an already dwindling ember?

[cruelsister-moved2]

this is coming from a musical background but i hate the false dichotomy of “art has value because people like it or the powers that be decide that its good” or “you should just make whatever you want for yourself that makes you happy” like it doesnt have to be capitalist consumption or individualist babying... for me the two poles are actually “art is something you do in order to benefit from the process rather than the end product” and “art is an experience you share with other people with the end goal of enriching their lived experience in some way”. i just think there is so much creative narcissism on this earth but actually making art should be the humblest thing in the world because you’re willing to wring out your whole psyche in order to painstakingly create something that you hope will benefit someone else in this intangibly meaningful way. acting like its like shallow and selfish to care how others perceive your art is such weird liberal nonsense and literally your art as a product has no purpose if youre so indifferent to its audience... the process is for you to enjoy and its also acceptable to stop there but if you are going to ask for others to spend their time indulging it then i think u should actually care about how it benefits them..sorry

[mq-writes-ig]

that’s what you don’t understand

i’m not trying to be better than anyone

anyone other than me

she is inadequate in every way

i just need to beat her

i need to never be her again

(i am a kaleidoscope of all my failures and i will NEVER be that again)

-aydein/aster

[bublinko]

HARDER TO BREAK THAN THE HEART (My lyrics)

I'm sorry I was embodiment of your visions

You got lost in your bold ambitions

I never agreed to be your future

Always knew we're just temporal

The worlds united but we have to fall apart

Concrete is harder to break than the heart

Don't despair my friend, we'll be alright

Don't worry, one day you'll get it right

I'm sorry in your wildest visions

I made different decisions

The world is changing entirely too

So I'm wide open for something new

Without you...

Who we were is all this place is

We both couldn't go on like this

Look out your window and I'll be gone

You're the reason I'm traveling on

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"Sometimes I pounded it with my fists / smashed my forehead on it / blamed myself for not having the passcode / hated myself / hated hating myself—" 

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

[deeisace]

His life seemed to sigh and come together like a concertina at the end of a song.

The Wallflower, by Evelyn Green/Millie Bird (unpublished)

[lauranalanthalasa]

How does Good Omens make me want to read POETRY all of a sudden?!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME, NEIL GAIMAN?

Helen Oyeyemi, from White is for Witching

[omotelie]

WHERE’S MY FUKING CAPO