#very short poem

[b-writing-777]

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To hate you is a torture,

To miss you is worse.

[ablackbrick]

Nonnative

How many of us feel like members of a diaspora, like an expatriate without a native country? Not born in the wrong place, not a refugee. Born in some place that is now mythical (maybe it always was). Born nowhere.

[notsofriendlyfriends]

optomism

i wore my button up

you wore your button down

[maryhall]

There is no greater love

than the love

a dog feels for their person.

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

Recall the tale of Icarus.

Choose to be Icarus.

Linda K. Hughes, Text and Subtext in "Merlin and the Gleam", p.166 /// Alfred Tennyson, Merlin and the Gleam /// BBC Merlin, The Last Dragonlord (2x13) /// Natalie Wee, Patroclus Dreaming /// Hozier, I, Carrion (Icarian) /// BBC Merlin, The Wicked Day (4x03) /// Hozier /// Natalie Wee /// BBC Merlin, The Disir (5x05) /// Alfred Tennyson /// Hozier /// BBC Merlin, The Diamond of the Day: Part 2 (5x13) /// Natalie Wee /// Alfred Tennyson, The Passing of Arthur /// BBC Merlin, The Diamond of the Day: Part 2 (5x13) /// Hozier /// Alfred Tennyson /// Natalie Wee

[fictionadventurer]

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[mumintroll]

day 1 of officially being an english literature student i am searching every corner of the house to gather all the books i need 😁

[yakny]

“You were supposed to be on some honeymoon at this stage in your life, not stranded on some lonely moon found in the middle of interstellar space! You’re out of reach now, Miss Uraraka. I cannot pull on your fate anymore.” He fell to a sudden crouch, a grim smile on his face, “You, on the other hand, still have me orbiting around you like some goddamned satellite.”

[lucidityisabsent]

what/has/happened/here

maybe another time/a different distance/ how i miss you/you are poetry.

thoughts of you/art you made/another time/my request my request.

a different distance/a mere existence/my imagination/floats on clouds.

how how how/will you wake/ for one more day/art you made.

perhaps some moment/you look here/in be-tween/it is all all make believe.

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this part is a very personal note: i hope you like it. peace

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[anetherealpoetess]

because you are going to keep trying to do good, here are some poems i enjoy, in no particular order, to help along your way:

'john wick is so tired' by kyra wilder

'hammond b3 organ cistern' and 'at last the new arriving' by gabrielle calvocoressi

'laura, i want you pulling your hair back' by natalie dunn

'the orange' by wendy cope

'when we’re in bed and you take out your mouth guard, i know it’s on' by melissa crowe

'hattie mcdaniel arrives at the coconut grove' by rita dove

'it's no use' by sappho

'the beautiful librarians' by sean o'brien

'you came with shells' by june jordan

'the peace of wild things' by wendell berry

'the raincoat' by ada limón

'small kindnesses' by danusha laméris

'good bones' by maggie smith

'what kind of times are these' by adrienne rich

'each moment a white bull steps shining into the world' by jane hirshfield

'i am offering this poem' by jimmy santiago baca

'things to do in the belly of the whale' by dan albergotti

'what the living do' by marie howe

'this is just to say' by william carlos williams

'digging' by seamus heaney

'oranges' by gary soto

'having a coke with you' by frank o'hara

[northern-passage]

i wrote a 500 word dynamic poem for neo-twiny jam :-)

i rewrote this in a few different ways with a handful of different drafts before settling on just doing a poem; this originally came from a full branching narrative i've had stewing for a while, and i might come back to it one day. but for now i enjoyed channeling that into this poem, which has also been very influenced by the fact that i've been writing hungry vampires for almost 2 months now.... it was also my first time messing with audio in twine, which ended up being way easier than i expected (i'm sure it helped that i only used one audio sample tho)

faith does contain sexual content, and while not super explicit, it is the main theme of the poem.

anyways hope you enjoy and check out the other entries here!

[thehangedwords]

Who follows whom?

I came back home

and monsters followed me.

Yet I wonder,

if it wasn't them that

own this place

and I'm just their guest.

[geryone]

Hello! May I ask, do you know which poem the “I’m so jealous of euthanized dogs” line is from? I remember you had it in the caption but I completely forgot

The title of the poem is “I get so jealous of euthanized dogs” & this is the full poem!

[almostsomewheremaybe]

I don’t remember it being cold

I don’t remember it being cold the first time we met, but it must have been. It was December in San Francisco. We walked all night, stopping at each and every corner to kiss. Again and again, like it didn’t seem real. I remember the boardwalk, and the movie we saw. How you told me you fought when you were younger. How that made you smile. My card declined at dinner. I could’ve died. Your mom’s fish tank. Blue green and glowing. I remember it all so well, so perfectly. How I felt warm all over. How my entire world became a single person. When we broke up, I remember how you cried, and tried to tell me you loved me. I told you it wouldn’t work, and you would find someone better. The first was a lie, but the latter was true. I remember hanging up and knowing my little world had become vast and terrible once more. I alone in it. I alone for it. I don’t remember it being cold when we met, but I know I froze to death in the end.

[lucidityisabsent]

we read erotica

i. so, today at the library we again saw each other hurried away down aisles of shelves of books found Little Birds-Anaïs Nin, sat down right there took turns reading aloud. soon your blouse was clinging so gently across your chest moist with the summer heat each story our bodies simmered yearning to be closer your breath rippling down my neck then you kiss me. we pretty much melt into the night.

ii. just before getting kicked out of the library at midnight we were using flash lights on the pages. the way your lips form all these words read with so much passion. it is exhilarating, this zest for life. we dressed faster than those footsteps, turned out to be security. we asked officer please would you show us the way out? we were so scared you see when all the lights went out, so, we stayed put. now that you are here you may assist us to the exit. also, it sounded like someone was living in the autobiography section might check that out. thank thank you you officer, very professional. we hope you enjoy your evening. bye.

iii. outside we kiss some more. read with the moonlight. kiss some more. read. kiss. it is a night such as this slows down a little the spiral you feel it too. here, my turn to read. then, we kiss.

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[wavebiders]

Thinking about how most of the time when you have the option to stay quiet during a companion quest you get approval for letting them handle it and sometimes even get disaproval for talking over them

And then with Shadowheart's quest speaking up with Viconia not only gives a +5(while *keep silent* gives nothing) but also if you don't do that she will look genuinely scared when Viconia asks you to hand her over