#this poem was originally named

[eikawrites]

A poem of two comrades. And the reward they receive at the end of their journey.

Flesh tearing from the sides,

slowing down the beating of my heart.

Only one soul left to survive,

My friend, I wish you a lonesome depart.

Enjoy the blessings of this place

(if there are any,

because to me there's naught but

a lengthy and sorrowful race

leading to thorns and spikes to embrace.)

Unfortunately for both of us,

my friend walks over my limp self.

His gaze never falling to where I was,

but to only where I am now.

The large, gaping windows call forth,

his journey almost heralding an end.

"Live for me," I had told him.

"Breathe for me," I had yelled.

But as I looked up, his eyes told me

the very words I had dreaded:

"It was not the treasure nor the journey,

certainly not the reward we received.

But, my companion, it was you.

It was you who made me perceive,

that life was indeed a colorful bloom,

but, my sweet--

that is only if I were with you."

A grand piano pierces the long quiet,

an occasional companion to his footsteps.

His end is almost near, despite my riot.

The promise that he could have kept,

remains lost in the cold wind

that finally sweeps his life away-

to be reunited with me.

[thoughtkick]

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

André Aciman // Call Me by Your Name

[snowangeldotmp3]

just if y’all didn’t know, wednesday’s middle name is canonically friday. so her name is wednesday friday addams. do with this what you will fanfic writers.

[perfectfeelings]

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

André Aciman // Call Me by Your Name

[perfectquote]

If you are going to impose your will on the world, you must have control over what you believe.

The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

[usefulquotes7]

I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hate so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain. James Baldwin, Nobody Knows My Name

[toomuchdivergentformyneuro]

the sun doesn’t know that the moon wishes to be engulfed by him.

the sun doesn’t know the moon wishes the sun to have many stars see him in all his glory.

the sun doesn’t know the moon looks up at all the billions of stars each night and day and wishes on each and every one that the sun can burn brighter, can calm his soul, and can feel at peace at last.

the sun doesn’t know the moon wishes to hold the sun’s hand, to be caressed by his warmth, even when others are scared by his heat.

the sun doesn’t know the moon sees him and loves him, even when his light dwindles a little sometimes.

the sun doesn’t know the moon will always cherish the sun, even when he doesn’t know how to cherish himself.

the sun doesn’t know the moon will always be grateful for the sun’s glow, even when the sun wishes that he didn’t glow so bright, cuz the moon will always be bright because of him and so many other planets will be alive and themselves with him there.

the sun doesn’t know the moon will love him always and forever, through thick and thin, through night and day, through death and life.

[thehopefulquotes]

If you are going to impose your will on the world, you must have control over what you believe.

The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

[quotefeeling]

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

André Aciman // Call Me by Your Name

[stay-close]

If you are going to impose your will on the world, you must have control over what you believe.

The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

[poems-of-the-anentomologist]

Pride Poems Day #4 Theme: Transgender

Children of the Stars

Midnight.

I’m alone in my bed.

I get up stretch, and head outside.

Change into my favorite hoodie,

Walk to the field by my house.

Sit under the powerline, pull out a sheet of paper

How to see the Children of the Stars Step One: On a clear night, go out to a place where the sky is open & visible Step Two: Make sure you are alone, only certain people can see them Step Three: Look Up.

I look around,

I am alone.

I look up,

And I see them

They dance and laugh among themselves

One glows pink, but she’s wrapped in blue

Another glows blue, but he’s clawing at the pink surrounding him

and handing it to her

There’s a yellow one dancing by themself on the horizon,

One flickers between so many colors it’s hard to tell what they are

A red and green band plays music in the corner

All around there are so many

Colors abound.

Some are gray, with only the faintest hint of color glowing from within

They haven’t yet realized they are children of the stars

Some people want to kill them, hurt them, twist them inside out

They haven’t realized they are killing the children of the stars

I’ll remember you, Children of the Stars

Never let another sun set

Where you aren’t loved ever again

I'll love you, Children of the Stars

For as long as I am alive,

There will never be a sunset

Where you aren’t loved ever again

[katerinaaqu]

EPIC THE MUSICAL ODYSSEUS: Yelling his name to Polyphemus because he grieves his friend and out of spite when Athena triggers him with an order while grieving

ODYSSEY ODYSSEUS: Yelling his name to Polyphemus after having spent almost a week in a cave with a few of his comrades, trapped like rats, probably without food or water and without any gods for help or support, having witnessed half a dozen of his friends being smashed to the ground and eaten by a giant monster who didn't wish to give them a warm bed for the night and the customary Xenia gifts, grieving for the friends he lost in a traumatizing way and being triggered when that said giant monster who could destroy them with a flick of hand calls him a coward for not fighting head on

[thoughtkick]

If you are going to impose your will on the world, you must have control over what you believe.

The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss

[vound-posts]

I swallow a scream. I swallow it down until I choke.

- The first line of my WIP

[aurevives]

AURE VIVES, ‘m.g.m.n.’

[t-hornapple]

the black tower - dip pen and rollerball on paper, some digital, 6"x9"

not a book cover, but you can imagine a story for it if you want

i inked the cloak left-handed cause my right was out of commission at the time