#poetry: how does it feel?

[seidkonaz]

i want to make love to your existence, drenched in the colors of your energy then masturbate to the memories

[emmcfrxst]

jason todd swears like a sailor whenever you ride him. the visual of your body on top of his, the feeling of your hands on his chest and your cunt fluttering around him, the sweet sounds of your moans and mewls— everything about getting ridden makes jason’s dick hard and turns his brain to mush

[finalgirlgretchen]

poem for a friend i miss (but not that much)

[im-an-anthusiast]

Bleed for God 

Grovel at the altar, spill blood 

Pray a little louder, come now 

Make a sacrifice for – the God 

Cry a little louder, come now 

Hand in hand, fingers intertwined 

Pulled away, they await breakage 

A presence, that can’t not be loved 

Pulled away, it can’t not damage 

Grovel at the altar, spill blood 

I’d pray louder if... I knew how  

Make a sacrifice for – my God 

Cry a little louder, come now 

Your lips, such a sweet remedy 

Ripped away, unsealing the wound 

Healed by your voice’s melody 

Ripped away, by its absence doomed 

Grovel at your altar, spill blood 

I’d pray louder if... I knew how 

I sacrifice for – my one God 

Lose myself in sobs, as I bow 

Your touch, my one point, goal in life 

Without it, what’s my direction? 

Your touch, my sacrificial knife 

Without it, I have no option 

Grovel at altars, spilling blood 

Chanting all the right words to say 

Sacrificing for – every God 

Why can’t you love me the same way? 

[trainingdummyrabbit]

maybe we'll try again next time.

[carlyraejepsans]

I’ve started watching Utena because of you. What. Is going on

HI. WELCOME TO THE CLUB, watch the trigger warnings. but yeah, revolutionary girl utena veers more and more towards surrealism the further you get into the series. it often and voluntarily forfeits narrative/logical consistency in favor of visual storytelling, metaphors and symbolism. i was just talking about it with nic the other day, and if the story weren't so harrowing, i would recommend it to everyone who wants to get into literary analysis, because it is SO packed with symbolism EVERYWHERE that it actually encourages you to try to decode it.

whatever you think utena is about, it is NOT. you can't go in and treat it like your 49293th classical shoujo. utena is a firework show of visual symbolism and it very rarely, if ever, explains itself to the viewer. it refuses to handhold you, but it never berates you for trying and getting it wrong either. there is SO much handholding in modern day media, but utena trusts its viewer to take away something meaningful from itself and to piece its message together on their own. it's one of my favourite pieces of media of all time just for that

[jazzyjesse]

scary messes me up so bad because its like looking at an old photo of myself.

shes a teenage girl. shes pulling away from her interests. she just wants someone to Care. she feels unseen. she doesn't to have to care anymore. she's scared. she feels worthless. she just wants an adult to care about her. she's convinced herself her friends hate her. her only worth is based on her skills and she can't ever do anything right.

she's a teenage girl.

[carcarrot]

well the poll hasnt ended yet but im sorry once again to those of you that wanted me to be more responsible. im seeing those bitches again as close as i possibly can

[sputnikodin]

SOPHIE was one of the most talented people of her decade idgaf

[shewhoeatssand]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I love Kaneki so much!!!!!! I want to do puzzles with him and watch his expression as he tries to figure out what to do with a difficult piece!!!!!! I want to paint still-lifes of the coffees he makes!!!! I want to take him to the nursery to pick out new bulbs to plant in the spring!!!!!!! I want to buy Kaneki a desk!!!!!!!!!!!

[littlestwritings]

i just found this from december. somewhat clumsily worded but i think it’s another example of me, out of practice, just trying to get my feelings down as quickly/directly as i could and not being able to face going back to edit, but it’s sweet to see

[ante--meridiem]

Extremely confidence boosting to me that every time I've read my poetry out loud in public at least one person has come up to me afterwards to say they like it. More confidence boosting than people telling me I'm good at anything else which usually just feels very awkward because poetry is something I don't feel I can self evaluate at all because I know how easy it is for something to accidentally come out cliched/overwrought.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

start over/do-over/mulligan/repeat

I want to move out and learn to play bass

with nobody watching me

I want to grow up and stop being watched

I want to feel like I’m free

to be whatever and love what I want

to go where I want and be something I love

but mostly I just want to leave

to start over and relearn the things that I’ve loved

to re-make them my own

I want to move out and move on from this town

and be who I want, alone

with no one watching and no one who cares

I want to keep what I’ve lost to regain

to love what I love again

I want to grow up and leave something behind

but mostly I want to be shown

the way to live and how to love

and stop losing everything I own

I want to grow up and move out of this house

play an instrument for an audience of none

~ xoxo, Love yoU (when you’re not listening)

[mqfx]

what i'm hearing is that martial might is unaffected

edit: update chat I figured a way out that's thematically satisfying and not a cop out yay

[yourdailyjormy]

Canary

It was forty years ago that the miners stood their ground To say "enough's enough" earning pennies to the pound And they held the line against the riot shields and the cops For the sake of what they needed, for what their living cost

It was dirty work but honest, or so the slogans said But the truth is all they needed was to earn their daily bread And they stood shoulder to shoulder, for all the world to see And I'm too young to know that kind of solidarity.

And I wonder after all this time If it makes it worse to know The canary in the coal mine Was when the coal mines closed

Now the cops wear body armour and they've opened up the shop They kettled kids in 2010 and now they lock them up And the armoured cars in '84 that got my mum afraid Are peanuts to the kit they bring out for the arms fairs and parades

They'll tell you Just Stop Oil and BLM are thugs Just like they did the pitsmen who were trying to keep their jobs And just like then they'll try a short, sharp shock And when it doesn't work they'll try an awful bloody lot

And I know it didn't start then But I can't quite shake the thought That the canary in the coal mine Was when the miners fought

And of course it wasn't perfect and they didn't bloody win The state that washed the lines away is the state we're living in But we should have seen it coming that it wouldn't end with strikes It was blackleg miners yesterday, today it's every fight.

We need it more than ever now, that strength of '84 To stand shoulder to shoulder for the hope of something more But we let it slip out past us in the spring of '85 And we're losing ground with every year, till protest can't survive

And I know it isn't hopeless I know the lines can hold But the canary in the coal mine Is still and dead and cold

And I wonder after all this time If there's any way to go The canary was the coal mine And the coal mines are all closed

[as-nowilove]

the real ache is not

knowing, never growing in

to or out of you