#the poetry

[lacebird]

STAR WARS EPISODE III: REVENGE OF THE SITH (2005) AHSOKA: 'PATH OF THE APPRENTICE' FEATURETTE (2024)

[heatherfield]

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

Kissing in the Rain, Episode 4 “Edgar & Annabel” [x]

[teddy-bear-d]

A new opportunity for life

(Been thinking about how most seasons Etho attaches himself to a plant or flammable structure that inevitably burns but the allium he got from Gem didn’t have some major moment of destruction, not sure if it got blown up though lol)

[abjectapathy]

And though I burn, how could I fall?

I am lifted by every word you say to me.

-'Icarian' Hozier

[abreezeofpoetry]

-- Margaret Atwood

[nothingimportanttoseehere]

I'm not saying the other romance options are bad, I'm just saying there is no way they can match Lae'zel's.

[rockcattomato]

Just so y’all know the only way I would even be mildly satisfied with the life series ending is is Jimmy won

[swan2swan]

"My Darling, I don't want to die.

A sinful life with you

Would be Paradaise."

[hobiwonder]

Days stretch by and nights sweep away with the bitter caress of the summer winds. When did the sun turn into the moon? When did the moon lose half of its face? I’ve lost count of how many stars light up the night sky just as I’ve lost count of how many days it’s been since you were last here.

whoever this is.... u wanna collab

[mordere-diem]

listening to unreal unearth as an artist feels like when angels spoke to prophets but instead it's a 33 year old irish man singing about ethereal lust and wretched love in my gay little ears

[sparkus-gleamer]

Things that remind me of you:

Using abbreviated forms of common, short words

Eg

"Potate/s" or "p'tate/s" (potatoe/s)

"Sush" (sushi)

"Cook/s" (cookie/s)

[tbc]

[evermore-deluxe]

"All these people think love's for show, but I would die for you in secret" // "And I know you wouldn't have told nobody if I died, died for you"

Peace // Cold as You

.

[tockamybeloved]

Sonnet 27

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired: For then my thoughts–from far where I abide– Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul’s imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new. Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

[two-bees-poetry]

so soft it hurts