#the poetry yet to be written

[im-not-drowning-you-are]

Remus “suggested” that I should do this. I personally see this as quite unprofessional.

I’m Regulus Black, if it is not obvious enough. If you call me anything else, especially my deadname, I will have Evan send Barty after you. Barty does not take transphobia nicely.

I use He/Him. If you use anything else, it’s off to Barty you go.

I am sixteen years of age, and I am a Slytherin.

I will not discuss my sexuality. It does not seem relevant.

Do not question my heritage. Nothing is wrong with it. I am, however, French. That is all I shall say.

I might occasionally use this for my poetry. If my so called “brother” interacts with my writing, I will auto-defenestrate. Do not test this. If you are not Sirius, you will likely find my poetry and ideas with #the poetry yet to be written and #the poetry of the stars

I do like to dabble with painting and many different arts from time to time. Ideas for these will most likely be under #the art yet to be done and #the art of the stars

My violin is one of my passions.

If you spell or use the wrong type of grammar, I will not hesitate to point it out.

I am not an illegal animagi. To suggest such, would be incorrect. Do not look into it.

My Acquaintances

@prongs-plural - Mon amour. Mon fiancé. Mon soleil.

@pandora-roses - She is my best friend. I do not have a lot of those, but she is one of them.

@girlinthemeadow - She is a little crazy, but I do like her.

@bat-b0y-barty - He is fine. I tolerate him more than I should. He only occasionally makes fun of me, so he’s perfectly fine.

@evans-roses - He is considerably better than Barty. Do I occasionally want to throw myself into the lake because of them both, maybe, but he is better. I murdered his relationship, though. I don’t deserve him.

@redwearingred - She is better than most, and is really nice to read literature with.

@everyhouseishaunted - He is a great person to read pieces of literature with.

@snuffles-loves-the-moon - If you see him, run. Or he will. Depends on who you are in relation to him.

@marlene-mckickin - I do not know he well enough beyond her friendship to Lily and the fact that she is dating Dorcas.

@go-lonedove-xo - He is the book man. Pandora seems to enjoy his company. I killed him.

- I do not interact with him much, so I cannot say.

@mary-mary-not-contrary - She dislikes my brother, which is always a positive.

@dumb-german-boy - He is in my brother’s so called “boy band.”

@frank-n-bottom - I barely know him.

@alice-the-fortescue - I barely know her.

@paintsandpencils - She is friend of Remus.

@euphemia-effie-potter - Mrs. Potter. She is the mother of my fiancé.

@narc1ssa-bl4ck - Je jure que si tu gâches ma vie, je vais foutre la tienne en l’air.

@bella-donna-black - Je la déteste. Je la déteste. Je la déteste.

@beetlethebards-second-coming - Elle me fait du mal. Elle me fait du mal. Elle me fait du mal.

Playlists with my friends and others are located below.

If you want to join, just ask @bralnwashed or myself (or literally anyone. Someone can get you in touch)

I do have a life, so I won’t be active 24/7

My regular account is @the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus

I write things there

I use he/him most often, but literally anything is fine

My name is Regulus (wow, inception)

I DO NOT MEAN TO BE RUDE WHEN GRAMMAR POLICING, IT JUST MAKES SENSE

If there is anything that I end up reblogging here that makes no sense, chances are I was stupid and didn’t switch over accounts

I do not normally speak like a sickly Victorian child. These few sentences, however, do seem to prove otherwise. That could quite possibly just be an issue that only occurs to me.

Do I curse? Idk. We’ll see as time passes (I do when I deem it necessary or in character)

I don’t support JKR. Also, basic stuff, if you are a jerk, you will be blocked. I don’t take hate. Constructive criticism, sure, but hate of people who have done no harm, heck no.

I do actually love the arts and play violin.

I am a Slytherin.

I use passive aggressive periods for the heck of it. It seems very Reg.

Any French that I may use will probably be translated. I will check a few times using different things, though.

[im-not-drowning-you-are]

Sirius, I will request for you to stop flirting with my friends. I do not care that you are dating, I just wish not to see this nonsense. You would dislike it if I were to flirt with your friends.

@sirius-ly-awesome i am divorcing you and marring James

(He bought me chocolate)

[giantkillerjack]

There is a horror in that moment

The kind that makes most folks look away

That moment

When you realize

The Pain

Will not be stopping.

I'm writing a book in which

The main character goes through the same thing

And I'm stuck because

How do you write a scene like that?

Where do you put it in the story?

When does it finally dawn on him?

Not only the knowledge that

dancing

running

skipping

jumping

walking

fucking

working

adventuring

Living

will never be the same.

But when will it dawn on him that his last day of painlessness was months ago, and he didn't even know it at the time? (didn't even get to say goodbye)

Maybe that's why they say dawn breaks.

Maybe I'm stuck because I've never seen it anywhere else.

(maybe that's why I felt all alone in my mourning)

(maybe that's why I'm writing a book)

I've never seen a story where there were days of pain and days of ease, and then the days without pain got fewer and fewer until one day, it was just

Pain.

And of course my character, he waits

And waits

And waits

And works

And searches

And pleads

And yet the rest of his life

Suddenly stretches before him

Horrifically long, unthinkably long, with the knowledge that from now on,

Every Day Will Be A Pain Day.

Every second

Of every minute

Of every hour day week month year

For forever

For forever

For forever

For forever

For forever

For forever

For forever

How many scenes do I write

of him mourning?

And - before he finds the acceptance that even allows for mourning -

How many scenes of that horrific slow-sudden frantic-panicked suspicion of the truth?

How does one draw (it's a graphic novel) the face of a man (his name is David)

struck with that kind of strangling grief?that choking half-denial?

That silent scream of horror given sound?

How many people tell him they are sure it will be fine even as he feels himself falling further?

How many of them fail to understand until they are gone from his life?

How many times does he blame himself?

How many times is he right?

Don't get me wrong

It's a hopeful story

Really.

It has a happy ending

And that happy ending happens

On a pain day.

I just hope I can tell my story good enough to show

What that means and

Why it matters.

I just hope we can be seen.

[longnightsandredflags]

Making a Destiel fanfic but instead of normal paragraphs it’s just formatted as poems who even gaf anymore

[honeypleasejustkillme]

got “save me an orange” by hayley grace today, tho im ngl i didn’t finish it yet, i got to page 35 and had to put it down cuz i was crying too much to see 😭

(i HIGHLY recommend)

[soupbtch]

ummm. my fic is done.

[shmules]

drdt spoilers??? maybe kind of???

just a random david poem i wrote for my poetry and drama class :)) we were supposed to focus on sound quality and stuff so i tried to go for longer vowel sounds and softer consonants to get his sense of longing across i guess???? though i dont think i did very well 🥲🥲 there isnt much of a rhyme/rhythm scheme either which is totally because i wanted to convey the complexity of grief and definitely not because i attempted to give it a form and then failed miserably

[jjcattt]

hey will wood fans how we doin

[autistichanseo]

I have a (little shitty) mjjw oneshot I made around the finale but for some reason I’m scared to post it despite already having posted a fic before 😭

[nobodieshero-main]

NOBODY MOVE I'M HAVING POSITIVE THOUGHTS ABOUT MORDRED AND ATLAS.

[im-not-drowning-you-are]

Long standing couples quarrel? I must write about this

Do not listen to the lies of Barty. He will only continue to lie.

[ninoquincampoix]

9 BOOKS I PLAN TO READ IN 2025 📚

tagged by @aaronstveit! thank you, friend 💌

tagging @wineandhargreeves @maligayang @donnasheriden @notebookmusical @violentbirds @wrenneedsrest @augustds @seeinganewlight @lesbiansagainsttheatre & anyone else who’d like to! 💗

[do-you-ever-consider-death]

i've loved people and

i've lost people and

i've lived and

i've learned and

life hasn't always been kind

relationships begin and

they're beautiful but then they end and

more often than not they're messy and

what am i supposed to do?

how were humans meant to love so deeply

when no matter how hard we try

a relationship is doomed?

what am i even saying?

this isn't like me and

i'm sorry if it's stressing you out but

i've been thinking a lot about the inevitability of death recently

but if i'm being honest

(which i am because you're only paper - i can't hurt you)

death is the least tragic way for a relationship to end

(you're a dead tree but now you're here with me - do you understand?)

how can you meet someone and

love them so much and

laugh at their jokes and

get drunk together and

cry about how unfair life is and

take aesthetic photos together and

plan a future together and

go out to dinner and

swap stupid stories and

create inside jokes and

speak in vine references and

create a life together and

grow together and

make memories and

love love love only

for them to decide one day on a horrible truth: “you aren't enough for me anymore”

:(

people change

i understand that but

is it always so sudden?

i learned from my books that

it's a gradual decline

a slow erosion

sad but beautiful

a mutual split with so much love left behind

not... this

it isn't supposed to be this

why couldn't it be like the books?

like it was with my childhood friends?

maybe it's that

I didn't love them as much as you?

or maybe we were never meant to be?

our paths crossed but our souls weren't meant to meet

i wish we'd never met but

that's not really true

now is it?

i just wish it went differently, i guess...

why a thunderstorm

instead of a gentle rain?

was it the same for you

as it was for me?

the people who love me don't like you anymore

i say i understand and

i believe a part of me does but

i don't understand it

i don't understand how

i'm supposed to sit

in a shattered reality and

pretend i saw this coming

my world is shattered and

yet i love you and

how is that fair?

my world is in pieces yet i love

they all say i'm better off and

i think they're right and

time is a great healer but

i wish i could stop defending you

maybe it's true i hurt you but you never told me that and

you hurt me too and

i really wish i could hate you for that and

just move on

but here i sit

books torn apart

glass shatterd

completely displaced

still i defend you, or

at least i defend what we had as

the red alert blares -

all the things i couldn't see before but

i pick up the pieces you left me with

i put on my glasses and i look back and

i still love you despite all this

after all, broken rose colored lenses are still rose colored

and i still love you.

——————

So I wrote this today while I was at work because my brain has been super active and I dropped a hard line while I was writing in my head - after that, this piece was born.

I found out a few days ago that my uncle is going into hospice and I’ve just been …really sad? This is obviously not about that and it isn’t about anyone specific either.

I’ve just been thinking a lot the nature of human relationships and longing. About how funny we really are. About all the people I have loved that I still do but I don’t talk to them anymore, I don’t even remember where they are.

And I’ll admit,it felt really good to write.

I wrote this by hand on some loose leaf I have at my desk.

There is something so beautiful about us, about how temporary we are, about the process of art.

I just love humans. I love our nature and our desire to love despite it all. And I am so grateful I have allowed myself to love despite the possibility of pain or betrayal. Because the people that still love me are so special to me and I love them with all of my heart and I am eternally grateful I exist at the same time as they do.

[yououghtaknow]

a poem i wrote over a year ago that i still think about Very Frequently. being 19 is a disease <3

[national-hockey-gay]

do you have any poetry collection recommendations/poet recommendations in general just to like Read?

boy do i ever!!!

okay i have two all time top favorite poets (not ranked in a particular order):

1. Louise Glück: There was actually an anthology published of all the books so published from the start of her career to 2012.

(Poems 1962-2012 is 600+ pages of incredible poetry and relatively cheap, especially for its size and considering poetry tends to cost more than fiction books)

Glück’s poetry is actually the reason I started reading more poetry in the first place. She writes both long form and short form poetry (with her more recent working being longer than a lot of her previous poems), and her language level tends to be pretty accessible.

She writes about hundreds of different topics, but reading from the anthology you get a large mix of themes about motherhood, love, and nature and she also has collections that focus on greek mythology as well as jewish religion.

She has won a Nobel Prize for her poetry, which I consider to be a pretty good way to gauge the caliber of her work!

Highly, highly recommend her work!!

2. Ocean Vuong.

I’ve read his three most recent works: Night Sky With Exit Wounds, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, and Time is a Mother.

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous is actually a novel rather than a poetry collection but it reads a lot like poetry and I consider it to be an must-read.

A lot of his works center around his his experience as a queer, Vietnamese American and his relationship with his own intrapersonal identity as well as with his mother. I cant think of a single poem of his that isn’t absolutely incredible, and I think if you’re going to talk about the best poets of our age he’s a crucial mention.

I highly recommend reading his works in publishing order (which is the way I listed them above). His poetry is genuinely life-changing and I cannot stress how much I recommend his writing.

Outside of my two favorite authors I also recommend:

–Amanda Gorman, who is the youngest inaugural poet in U. S. history and is shaping the voice of modern poetry.

You can watch her recite her inaugural poem, “The Hill We Climb” here!

She also has published a collection of her poetry, Call Us What We Carry, which I read all in the same day I bought it because it’s brilliant and captivating.

—The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo, which is a fiction novel but the main character narrates the story through her own poetry, making it a poetry collection and a novel all in one. I read this for the first time when I was 13 and I pick it up again every single year.

(I do also highly recommend looking up trigger warnings for this book before you read it, because there are a couple scenes that can be intense!)

—The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On by Franny Choi. It’s likely you’re familiar with this quote from it (which i see circulating tumblr and pinterest all the time):

“Lord, I confess I want the clarity of catastrophe but not the catastrophe. Like everyone else, I want a storm I can dance in.

I want an excuse to change my life.”

And I can guarantee the rest of this poetry collection is just as poignant and beautiful! Highly recommend, 10/10 stars always.

—Pablo Neruda is also one of my favorite poets! I own a large collection of his poetry, The Poems of Pablo Neruda, which places the original poem, written in Spanish, next to the English translation, which I enjoy a lot. He also has a lot of well-known quotes that float around tumblr a lot, so that sense of familiarity can be fun, especially when you’re not expecting it!

Hope you enjoy these recommendations!

[twinkboimler]

book haul from my trip to the used bookstore in town! They raised their prices but I still managed to get a pretty good deal, about $40 for eight books