#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 .

[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]

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

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[metvmorqhoses]

I am a woman; stone walls, grey skies, and ground are my cage, but they cannot hold me; I am the sea; there are memories clinging to me, and I am torn, I was never meant to feel pain like this; I am a wife; I do love you, I did, I did, I do, but how am I to decide between husband and child and myself; I am a selkie; I force my feet under the sand to numb them, to convince myself they're fins once more, I cannot live another day on the shore; when I leave, don't forget I loved you | seaxfire

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[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!

[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

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[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

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[metvmorqhoses]

You love yourself more broken, dark and twisted, torn apart by his soul; he is lightning and fog-soaked moors, he loves your skeleton and blood, you worry he will love them into a grave; he worships a moss covered stone, wet with his tears and haunted by your ghost; do you think you could be happy when both of you are dead? Oh, what a beautiful puzzle your bones are | seaxfire

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[metvmorqhoses]

I've never seen her more beautiful than when she hit rock bottom, a gash to her forehead and tears pouring; she is something of a beautiful oddity, this girl on the floor surrounded with her pets, fur and human; we are something of an enigma, we two sisters, as I work myself to the ground on empty promises, as she drinks the problems that chase her away; our tears mix together, arms draped over each other, not so broken side by side | seaxfire

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[metvmorqhoses]

The cloak she wore when she tiptoed on the waves was made of darkness and lies and so, so, so much blood (God please forgive his sins, forgive us both), and he whispered in her ear, "let me bloody them again," and they twinkle at each other like stars, bright and pure, and kiss like sinners, deep and forbidden and perfect | seaxfire

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[metvmorqhoses]

In the mirror I see broken eyes and a shattered smile; you don't know me. You see a sneer and an arrogant face; do you know what it takes to mold, break, ruin a person? They whispered I was bad, and that was good; they shouted I was evil, that they would burn me to the ground; didn't you see I was just a boy? I had dreams and loves; I didn't want to grow up a killer. I don't know me; you made me what I am. You raised this monster | seaxfire

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[metvmorqhoses]

The pretty girl in the big house had everything handed to her, she had lace and pearls and corsets, she had a respectable man; the pretty girl spun webs with her pretty, cunning words; the pretty, ambitious girl fell in love with an honest man and rock of a ship and cold steel at her hip; the pretty girl made a new life to suit her, on the salty water with a deadly honest man, feared, worshipped, heard. The pretty girl could not hide behind a fan; she was cannon fire and steel | seaxfire

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[metvmorqhoses]

Do you still remember the girl who tasted of thorns and sugar, the girl who loved you and bled for you? It is a difficult and heavy burden you carry, the boy who never lived; can you still remember the sound of her laughter? How your phantom heart felt? She was good and honest and pure, but you saw her broken. Tell me how it feels to see starry eyes die; do their screams echo in your ears, as their souls are torn apart? Fly fast, Angel, try to forget: you are not good | seaxfire

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[metvmorqhoses]

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

you made me cry :(