#seaxfire

[thedeadanonpoetssociety]

We are flames, you and I: Remember when you brought the storm clouds? I fought and fought and flickered; she was a breeze, why didn't you see? He was a rock, I blazed and he stayed cold and cold and hard; Fire finds fire, and I can't remember how the rain hurt, but God, don't you see me watching the door? Flames can't stay; let me lust and burn with you forever (I know you'll go), oh, fire can't scorch fire (I know you'll go), how could I live anywhere but your embrace (please stay) / seaxfire

. The Dead Anon Poets Society .

[howlnground]

DAPS as the crazy things people do for the Aesthetic (tm)

lis: founding a super pretentious society of ethereal dandies and damned gods concealed under the facade of anonymous poets to light up the darkness of this forsaken world of ours through the sempiternal power of Art & Beauty - but also with the lowkey intention to gather an army large enough to conquer the entire universe and finally becoming The Pope (tm).

inciting riots: when drying the styx and making all the muses beg for more with your words doesn't feel pretentious enough anymore, the only way out is to create a whole new poetical genre, the shots poems (write a line and drink it) and be crowed their king.

e.: that awkward moment when.. "day 28 at the MOMA - they still think i'm an artwork. an old lady this afternoon called me a timeless masterpiece."

mirror: having already bought 35 editions of the same book and keep finding (and buying) prettiest ones. and btw, the previously mentioned books are deeply glad of the fact.

rabbitheart: finding the greatest pleasure in taking 20 minutes to artistically write ONE WORD with a ridiculously old quill and black/blue ink with the most pretentious calligraphy one is capable of. no time ever spent better.

Δλ: being firmly convinced to have been that albatross baudelaire wrote about in a previous life and having no desire to know everyone else's opinion upon the matter.

pgtips: "marry the beast, get the library" squad leader tbh.

effigy: drinking wine is overrated, drinking ink is the new aesthetic (tm)

luce: illegally taking selfies with the local museum's paintings. the one time the mona lisa unmistakably smiled.

a.s.p.: reading tsh for the third time and while at first it seamed such a sensational and philosophical, ethereal book, now not being able to stop laughing at everything.

j.a.: when the character you take inspiration for your aesthetic from starts to look less themselves than you actually do.

sushi: having rough sex in a graveyard and passionately and (perhaps) accidentally killing your partner in the heat of the moment.

xvii: "there's nothing to writing. all you have to do is sit down at the typewriter and bleed." - in this case, literally.

dorian: selling your soul to the devil to make the portrait made by the nerd who has a crush on you growing old on your behalf and stay young, beautiful, evil and pretentious forever and ever tbh you smartass

iris: when you consider michelangelo's david your BFF - but just because you hope the friendship would eventually turn into something *more*.

elb: never picking a perfume only because of the scent, but much more because of THEAESTHETICOFTHEAMPULE let's be honest.

orpheus: looking back at your sweetheart almost out the underworld on purpose so you can sing forever about how single, melancholic, beautiful and sad you actually are.

m.a.r: being asked to become the 10th muse by the gods and declining - the muses are not pretentious enough to have me.

i.n.: opera and chill tbh

aa: putting makeup and perfume on before going to sleep so in case of apocalypse in the middle of the night everyone would still believe you're an actual ethereal being fallen off elysium.

nyx: "i'll stop wearing black when they invent a darker color" club founder.

atlas: sometimes it seems almost like you carry the weight of the world upon your shoulders. except you actually do, and for the drama of it all.

rot: "i'm sorry, i prefer ghosts' company over yours."

gwen: who needs water, when you've got champagne? actually, who needs to drink at all? stop drinking and eating, become an ethereal being made of pure energy of fabulousness.

seaxfire: being mistaken for a goddess by some jungle tribe and not being able in all candour to deny to be one. she lived happily ever after with human sacrifices.

mors: pretending to be a wolf and howling at the moon. the moon howls back. you're now pals.

xcviii: sending an astonishingly beautiful poem to a random blog to make the owner die of amazement, but not considering the previously mentioned blog owner was in fact the platonic idea of pretentious asshole and would have started a whole society of beings of the same kind to take over the universe tbh good job sweetheart

tree: following daphne's example and FUCK EVERYTHING I'LL BECOME A BEAUTIFUL TREE AND PEOPLE WOULD WRITE SONNETS ABOUT ME. and if they don't, i will.

c.r.: purity is the new black. except sin is the new purity. therefore, sin is the new black.

h.m.: looking romantically at the stars is overrated. arguing with the stars shouting at them you are the one who shines harder is the new aesthetic. and if they don't agree, eat them and become The Last Star (tm) yourself.

mothfloss: never having an opinion on anything. that's the greatest and heaviest opinion of them all.

μ.υ.: knowing you would never say no to a nice murder in the name of the greek and the aesthetic.

icarus: flying too close to the sun. the sun drops down dead. you were too hot.

mcmxcviii: "excuse me, ART you.." - "YES."

h.s.v.: watching videos of fancy calligraphy or cakes artistically crafted and genuinely considering them PORN.

venusrises: venus always rises and you always fall. in love. with them. looser.

ari: too busy to fancily describing who writers are in elaborate and beautiful aphorisms to actually have time to write.

s.g.: "did her lips stain yours with her glory?" - "yes. definitely."

petra: sniffing every single attractive novel of the bookstore and being asked more than twice if you actually knew that wasn't in fact a perfumery.

mel: talking to fictional characters more than you talk and consider actual human beings.

mj: looking like the innocent flower, but being the dead poet under it tbh.

electra: having a badass name everyone is jealous of and knowing it probably?

azona: feeling the greatest of pleasure in saying too many "i told you so" even if you hadn't actually told anyone anything - you don't talk to people.

tempestia: rejoicing in watching thunderstorms with the same excitement people watch the academy awards with.

rynn: braiding your hair in complicated fashions, but not to look pretty. braiding your hair to look terrifying and ready to battle. don't be a model, be a valkyrie.

saturn: you are too beautiful to wrap yourself up in warm clothes during winter. you are going to freeze, but for the aesthetic. you are freezing but being hot af.

clementia: taking long baths, ages long baths, petals covered baths, bathbombs filled baths, without even needing a bath. you had one an hour ago. com'on.

verculum: "how much savage coarseness is concealed in refined, cultivated manners?" you ask, while murdering the listener with a supernatural grace.

andromeda: STARS! HIDE YOUR FIRES! LET NO LIGHT SEE MY BLACK AND DEEP PRETENTIOUSNESS.

briseis: putting flowers in your hair. everyone thinks you are cute. you're actually planning to become the queen of the underworld.

vulpe: unfollowing people because they type "your" instead of "you're". being right in doing so.

[thedeadanonpoetssociety]

He said "I don't like hips like that" he wanted a wispy woman to not take up space and die in childbirth; He said "God you're so sensitive" and he finished with a sweet object, not my name; he wanted a woman that spouted his words, that hated her gender and herself as much as he did; I said "You don't listen to what I say" and he told me he couldn't when he was upset; he wanted a woman he could rage and rage around like a hurricane and she would be the eye, still and silent and silent -seaxfire

. The Dead Anon Poets Society .

[thedeadanonpoetssociety]

We are flames, you and I; I like the way we dance, like we could consume the world; Remember the storm clouds? I fought and fought and flickered; she was a breeze, why didn't you see? He was a rock; I blazed and he stayed cold and cold and hard; Fire finds fire, but God, don't you see me watching the door? Let me come with you, let me lust and burn with you forever (I know you'll go) oh, fire can't scorch fire (I know you'll go) how could I live anywhere but your embrace (please stay) - seaxfire

. The Dead Anon Poets Society .

[thedeadanonpoetssociety]

You said "I don't like hips like that" you wanted a woman that didn't take up space and died in childbirth for you; you said "god you're so sensitive" you wanted a good silent girl you could rage at; I said "you don't listen to me" you wanted a girl to show and hold and use, not one with smiles and tears and words and desires and a fucking brain -seaxfire

. The Dead Anon Poets Society .

[metvmorqhoses]

@seaxfire ok but we cuddle and talk for hours first -xcviii

*hearts eyed emoji*

[metvmorqhoses]

Yo xcviii Captain Lis says we should fall in love so hit me up | seaxfire

totally tbh

[metvmorqhoses]

How do you become a cautionary tale? (1:) scatter petals, heal wounds, give the creatures from the trees your heart (2:) let your optimistic soul begin to break, take the pain of others and bury it within (3:) snap and crack and splinter and burn and fall and fall and fall into your own darkness (4:) become a whisper in the trees | seaxfire

. the dead anon poets society .

[metvmorqhoses]

(Hey Lis, I missed you. I'm sorry I was gone for so long) | seaxfire

I MISSED YOU TOO LOVE!!! WELCOME BACK!!!

[metvmorqhoses]

(The night I knew I loved you was the night you said goodbye) Oh gods don't let me forget: how our bodies fit like a lock and key; the look in your eyes as we set ourselves on fire; the taste of a smile in an esurient kiss. My dreams are no safe place to live, my darling, you'll be ruined by longing; my heart is no safe place to remain, lost ember, you'll drown in memories; stay in my head, I beg, so I can remember the beauty of flames | seaxfire

. the dead anon poets society .

[metvmorqhoses]

(Desperate hearts don't listen to the broken ones); your voice is a whisper on the wind in my ear, your touch is the caress of these razor claws, and the confession of love is my blood that steams on the snow; darling, we're lost among the trees, huntress, I need your heart; let loose our arrows together, goddess, let our heartbeats be one again; (Broken hearts carry too many pretty promises) | seaxfire

. the dead anon poets society . 

[metvmorqhoses]

Do you fear death? Lord, lord I always have, please save me; (God never answers my prayers, I need a bargain with the dark); Do you fear that dark abyss? I've loved a woman deep and cold as the sea; (how can I fear what I love? Oh, but I do, god I do); All your deeds laid bare? I have such greed, I've loved and I've stolen and I've killed; (what a need, for blood and gold and lust); All your sins punished? I can't face the gods, broken and ruined; (I can't even face myself) | seaxfire

. the dead anon poets society .

[metvmorqhoses]

How many girls have you called the names you drip into my ear, sticky and sweet, as my tongue roams over your broken bones and you try your hardest to forget I'm a person, a breathing human you're fucking? And then I steal away, through the cool night air, we are a secret, a secret for the dark; my legs are shaking and our heads resting on pillows try to banish the other, but my mouth tastes like you, your memory can not be wiped from my body. We have to burn ourselves somehow | seaxfire

. the dead anon poets society . 

[metvmorqhoses]

(So very sorry for the Anakin x Padme poem) | seaxfire

you made me cry :(

[metvmorqhoses]

How beautiful it would be, darling, if you ruined me with those hands; leave this fabric twisted to all the wrong places, this skirt a mess up at my hollow heart cage; ravage my skin with your teeth, pull me so close I believe you'll never leave; and oh god, the most breathtaking sight of all: leave me empty and cold, because I cannot love, but I'm always in need. Help me break myself | seaxfire

. the dead anon poets society .

[metvmorqhoses]

Who are your favorite anon poets and why?

NOPE ANON THIS IS NOT A FAIR QUESTION BECAUSE I’M UTTERLY IN LOVE WITH EACH AND EVERY OF MY DEAD POETS, PERIOD.

but, if i have to name my favorites among the favorites (where “favorites” means “the poets that talk about the things i love and adore in such a powerful and touching way they make me weep and want to die because of beauty overdose every time”), then i have probably to say:

. Mirror .

. Seaxfire .

. elb .

. JA .

. Orpheus .

Camillea.

. Azona .

. xcviii .

. Atlas .

. sss .

those are my dead poets that really give me a hard time with my feels tbh!