#sanders sides fanpoem

[oatmealdaydreams]

Aftermath of a Nightmare - A Sanders Sides FanPoem

Shall I speak like an organ bleeds?

If I tell, promise me

You won't find humor in it?

Alright, then...

My love, what ails you?

You may speaks as freely as a raging river, and

You needn't my approval.

No, I won't snicker nor snide.

Oh, dear hearts I hold, are you okay?

Of course, always, dearest star.

As our prince says, no need for

Our approval to tell what hurts you.

They hold him dear

Tonight

Now you cannot touch him

Tonight

They ease his tears

Tonight

Now you cannot choke him

Tonight

@analoginceweek for Day 2: Nightmare

[oatmealdaydreams]

Thy Fire - A Sanders Sides FanPoem

Thy fire swirls and shifts

On the edge of eyes, of hearts

The snake, a cobra so mighty

Watching from shadows

Scales glittering gold

The corvid, darkest wings

Has fallen prey

To its own anger

The kraken, a horror in the lake

The ferns, hiding in darkness

They cackle as the fire

Roars

A dragon, ferocious and cunning

Claims himself a prince

But his anger wallows

As he's left without his twin heart

A flower, confused

Burns away

Burns too bright for others

And wastes into nothing

As no one burns light for it

A spider, the shadows that hide the cobra

Skitters and cries

Fear

Guilt weighs heavy in its eyes

A frog croaks warnings and terrors

Rules too strict

For any plant to breathe

They try to ease it up

But trials turn into error

As the flower wilts and the spider recoils

The dragon misses the kraken

Scorned by the cobra

Bitten by the frog

And no longer the flower's hero prince

All the animals and creatures

Know the fire's coming

And none can hide the angry flames

From their flower

Anymore

The flower shall burn bright again

And give itself rest

[oatmealdaydreams]

Ambience Foresees It - A Sanders Sides FanPoem

[told with screenshots because I couldn't transfer it to Tumblr in text format; no alt text rn, sorry]

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Oh, Poor Dragon Darling - A Sanders Sides FanPoem

No one defends you

Dragon

Besides a lonesome glare

Dragon

Wings so grand

The colour of Autumn red

Of Mars and fire not so burning hot

The kind of fire which passion is

But not the kind that burns those close to it

Joy blooms through your eyes, breath and lungs

But then Serpent speaks

And it dies 

Not even a brother

To protect you

They say ‘ego’

When in truth, it’s Ego 

Is it dishonesty or ignorance?

What’s the difference?

No Corvid to speak wisdom

To guard your mind

No Preacher to speak guidance

Because they themself are lost 

Flower speaks praise to a bird

But ignores you

And when Serpent gets a consequence 

Delivered through you

The one you protect screeches surprise

and disapproval at you 

Oh

You realize

Oh.

Oh.

Oh. 

Those guarded by others

Supported by friends

Will never be

You 

You make effort with serpents

And one makes effort with you

But those who you need effort from

Laugh heartily in your face

Dragon 

Darling dragon

Poor darling dragon

Hurt awaits

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Oh, Poor Dragon Darling [Screenshot Version]

[Quality is kinda bad - blame Tumblr]

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A Wingless Bird is a Silenced Man - A Sanders Sides FanPoem

Wings, I once soared

With poetic grace

Words, I once spoke

Of the stars

Of science and wonder

A fire tamed

Now roars in anger within-

-me?

Is it me?

Me

It shall be

Me

Now

A Preacher said to

"Be wary of your anger, child"

But he is the child

And I am the one scorned

I'm meant to guide

The flower to bloom

But not even it will

Listen.

Anymore, like the rest

I am a wingless bird

Unable to fly

As I once did

They took my wings

To silence me

But I still

Caw

At night, wake them

They hate my cries

My birdsongs

So they threaten to take

My beak

Next

They cannot forsee

My fire

A forest shall burn

In my favour

Angry? You think me

Angry?

Foolish, you are

A fool

I am far from

Angry

I am far from

Furious

I am vengeful

I hate the way they

Smile

Laugh

Live

I want them to

Burn

Burn

Burn

They did this to me

So we shall see

How long they last

Without me

I once flew with

Wings

And now it's theirs I shall take

[oatmealdaydreams]

Lavender to Violet - A Sanders Sides FanPoem

I used to be a lavender

Distrustful

Now I am a violet

Watchful and modest

From caged to free

From alone in the dark

To here with family

I used to be a lavender

Distrustful

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A Light Blue Sun - A Sanders Sides FanPoem

Why is light blue so fascinated by yellow?

Or is it the other way around?

The sky may be cloudy

And it's always fearing the ground

The daffodils love forget-me-nots

They hold each other so tight

Is a snake or a weed around the trees?

Is it morals or blurry vision

That floods the streets?

Tell me, oh, tell me

Why is light blue so sweet?

This isn't a candyland

But yellow seems complete

With light blue

Funny how snake forgets the apple

In favor of flowers so far away

Not so far now

Perhaps, dear darlings

They're here to stay

For now

[oatmealdaydreams]

Poetry Update

So, a long while back, a mutual suggested publishing/posting my poetry collection to Tumblr. People like my poems, I guess?

Uh. That was months ago.

This specific collection is just all the poems I write from all over the place, and I need to gather up the last few miscellaneous ones. I just want them all on the same doc.

It's currently titled "Oatmeal Poetry".

And it just reached 103 pages. Of nothing but poems. 103. Pages.

Once all of the poems are finally in the same damn doc, I might think about posting it. Maybe on ao3 and Tumblr? Still deciding.

I might also make all of my Sanders Sides FanPoems into their own collection, as well. Uh, not sure tho. Let me know if y'all want that.

ANYWAY: enjoy my random poetic vomit for now. A collection may be coming soon.

[analoginceweek]

This poem is really nice. I like the repetition of “Tonight” in the last stanza. I also like the “dearest star” line.

Aftermath of a Nightmare - A Sanders Sides FanPoem

Shall I speak like an organ bleeds?

If I tell, promise me

You won't find humor in it?

Alright, then...

My love, what ails you?

You may speaks as freely as a raging river, and

You needn't my approval.

No, I won't snicker nor snide.

Oh, dear hearts I hold, are you okay?

Of course, always, dearest star.

As our prince says, no need for

Our approval to tell what hurts you.

They hold him dear

Tonight

Now you cannot touch him

Tonight

They ease his tears

Tonight

Now you cannot choke him

Tonight

@analoginceweek for Day 2: Nightmare