#tma poem

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

Sometimes it feels that even my clock is lying to me

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[like-a-shrike-to-your-thorn]

Nova

In the starry embrace

Of a Titan

Cradled by infinity

Collosal love?

Or boundless indifference

Endless options

[betrootsoup]

Shit quality poem I wrote cuz I'm extremely sad after finishing The Magnus Archives

And as the day endend so did our adventure,

It had many laughs, It had some tears.

But was it all worth it?

That room when it all started

With friends of old time

Of mysteries we took as unfounded,

They changed

All of it changed, even us,

And what's left now?

Bitter smiles

fears that came true

new friends that were left behind

mysteries that we ourself have become,

Maybe one day

Some sunny day

We'll meet again

And then we will stopped being mysteries

But as for now, it's all we are,

Alright?

[dragonymango]

Antigonish - by Hughes Mearns

[aru-art]

two-headed calf by laura gilpin

[fiuworks]

details under the cut! ...you ever get so nervous about your post graduation college results that you draw gerrymichael art with a biblical kind of poetry you made up on the spot? no? just me?

anyway i'm proud of this i think my best work spawns out of sheer stress

results for my final thesis film drop tomorrow at 7am. i'm shitting bricks. though if it gets a good grade I might post it here...pray for me!

[technically-human]

After the Lonely

[cosmicisbored]

Does Collin enjoy stalking the Insititute? If so, found any cool discoveries/people?

mild stalking, I guess you could say. they’re not exactly looking for info, they just like to hang around in the dark corners unnoticed and watch what the others do. sometimes elias catches them tho

[cult-of-the-eye]

the eye:

you're the deer in the headlights, eyelids aching from watching, you think filling your stomach with information will make you full but you just throw up strange spirals of ink into your palm. your binoculars keep you safe but they also keep you separate

[tiredlazyfrog]

Credit to @mellon_soup on Pinterest for the pose reference.

This is the first in a series of artworks depicting myself as an avatar of each of the TMA entities. I have also written poems that accompany each work, which will be put under the cut if you are like Jon and dislike poetry not written by Martin.

The Web

I have spent far too long

being pulled and guided

in ways I did not want to go.

The most terrifying thing

is to not be in control.

Having decisions made on

your behalf, without regard

for what you want.

my mother puppets me

into the idea of a perfect daughter 

and I strain against the threads

but her web is far too strong

and I am not able to escape.

if I choose to tear myself free

I leave behind the others snared within.

She tells me that choosing myself

means that I will never see them again.

Manipulation is a powerful thing

and I am just a fly

twisting and turning in vain 

as the web draws tighter and tighter.

[spooksier]

as a minnesotan i’d like to ask about representation in the freedom au. i don’t know in what form but it’s cold as fuck here so there’s that

minnesota gets the lonely and the vast purely because of this poem

[just-a-lidle-creacher]

you asked me where i came from, and i could not tell you. because i didn’t come from anything. because i am not a thing. of course, that is not what you meant. you meant where did i come from, and that is ever so much simpler. i will not not tell you, though, as you know far too much already. your questions amuse me, as you think i am something else. you think i am someone. but the someone you think i am is gone. that person is me, but i am not that person. i cannot be that person. i am something else, but not some thing. i am not a thing. i am not anything, although i am not nothing, as that is a different thing entirely. you tell me to stop telling riddles, but this isn’t a riddle, it is what i am. you tell me im wrong, you tell me i am your friend, and i smile. you tell me that there are too many teeth. i add a few more to the grin. you believe i am something i am not. you believe i am a person. i do not correct you. i will lie. it is simpler. it is more fun. it is who i am. you think you know me. you think i am the truth. you think i am the truth. you could not be more wrong. you think you know more than me. you never stop thinking. i have never thought. i am a thought. it is all i am. you ask me why i lie to you. i don’t know what to say. you tell me i am wrong in life. i tell you to go away. you choose to ignore this one. you choose to ignore me. you say i get the pronouns wrong. because it isn’t you, it’s we. we ask us what we mean? we never can reply. neither of us seem to be real. we’re the same nothing, you and i.

[azmodeusjay]

Hello Jon,

Just as i had hoped, you are alone,

Reading my letter on the floor.

This feeling compares to none.

Now it finally has begun.

Ending the world is no small work,

But let me show you what its worth.

A peak behind the curtain is well deserved.

You may just be my tool, but this much you've earned.

As time flew by, i have remained,

With hunger for knowledge I've yet to attain.

Many alleys lost to trial.

Emotional attachment is not my style.

I have built this tower of sight

To extand the time of my prime.

It's granted me powers, overseeing it all.

I may be sat here, but i'm as free as a dove.

Jon, can't you see?

It's all for power and immortality!

Don't shame me for pursuing simple pleasures.

Many others would choose no better.

Don't fear the fate that is near.

Your words must not be unclear.

For this moment i have prayed, you'll like it here,

In this world that we've made, repeat after me:

You who watch and know and understand none.

You who's power shall block out the sun.

You who take all that's not yours by right.

You who drink the true moments of fright.

Come to us in your perfection!

Bring all that is fear with said action!

So bring forth all that crawls and chokes and blinds

And falls and twists and leaves and weaves and hides

And hunts and burns and rips and bleeds and dies!

For all the pain they're not ready for

I open the door!

It's midnight and i suddenly felt the need to write Mag 160 into a little poem. I'm not a poet, im not good at this. I never learned learned anything about how to write poems in english. (My first lanuage isn't english.)

Its bad, and im sorry

[mag200]

regina spektor, two birds || the magnus archives, “last words” || the return of the king (2003) || richard siken || tori amos, silent all these years || frank bidart || holly warburton, spirit hold part 2 || ethel cain, sun bleached flies

[jeena-says-hi]

I listened to MAG 184 the other day, and all I’m gunna say is

“Ants last night, and ants the night before-”

[sasha-n-james]

looking for something short to read? enjoy my dyhard poem.

...

“Gwen had never understood what it meant to be starstruck before.”