#writing poems? awesome!

[vulpinesaint]

what they don't tell you is that writing poems can be so. difficult. when you're doing it for a purpose and not just to write a poem.

[coolnonsenseworld]

A little promo with my little obsession on the side...........

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[officialkendallroy]

if i posted something on here in regards towards the research of my master's thesis would you guys help me out pls....... 🫶🏻

[ginadope]

neverenders/*******

Closer and braver Ungrateful there lingers A shadow in the dark - can we still find each other In the light?

I will not put the pen down - there is blood on his cheek - I will cover my eyes Try and call me, journey Road never to be understood I caught a drop of that timeless paint It can not stay blinded to the art

It is love - mine and yours - that is a Neverender That creatures of the moment fear

[koszmarnybudyn]

There are two wolves inside but one of them is just a little boy who wants to love and be loved.

[devilsadvcate]

I don't want to hope that I'll be understood anymore. I want to be so potent that knowing me is unavoidable.

an original by me

^_^

[lookninjas]

2369.

twelve hours later to finally do what I'd wanted all along and lounge on the bed with the cat with the breeze of the fan and the soothing piano music and the purr sounds there in the distance

[rustbeltjessie]

Listen/purchase: Jessie Lynn McMains - Ode to Awesome by Various Artists

The kind of kiss that melts your kneecaps is awesome! Opening a new box of paints is awesome! James Williamson’s guitar riff in The Stooges’ “Search and Destroy” is awesome! Red lipstick, green tea with honey on a rainy day, the secret glow of nightjars—awesome!

[divination1330]

What Makes a Monster

I wander full halls and open rooms stacked with people who care.

Who say they care,

Who do not know the difference between those two things,

And I lie.

I say I’m okay, I act like I’m okay, I bite my tongue and forget my younger years and forget some more all along with my name,

I wonder how long until they notice-

Untold secrets that are etched and beholden in my skin,

Lies that feel like the truth from both sides of the line,

Marking my skin into something awesome.

Sometimes sublime.

A monster, this time,

Every time,

All the time, for some.

They can’t see with my eyes-

Why can’t you see with my eyes?

The divine has been described as blinding for some.

But I try to see, I thought I could see, why am I blind?

Why do I believe you when you say I am blind?

Why do I believe you when you say I am a monster?

Why do I believe

Most importantly…why do I believe in you.

When you make me blind,

Take away what is divine,

Leave me broken on the floor in the white death of the night, devoid of color and bathed in it twice,

A baptism at the end of the denial of time, stripped of what has always been mine,

You made a monster.

Most importantly…I feared it

When this time, all this time, I should have woken up,

And screamed what is mine,

And called the monster what it was.

You…this time.

Every time.

All the time, for some.

[chashmenaaz]

Us aangan ka chand

Sham samay ek unchi sidhiyon wale ghar ke aangan mein chand ko utre dekha hum ne, chand bhi kaisa? pura chand insha ji in chahne wali dekhne wali ankhon ne mulkon mulkon, shahron shahron, kaisa kaisa dekha chand har ek chand ki apni dhaj thi har ek chand ka apna roop lekin aisa raushan raushan, hansta batein karta chand? dard ke tees tu uth’ti thi, par itni bhi bharpur kabhi? aaj se pehle kab utra tha dil mein itna gahra chand! hum ne to kismat ke dar se jab paye andhyare paye ye bhi chand ka sapna hoga, kaisa chand, kahan ka chand?

🌙

insha ji duniya walon mein be sathi, be dost rahe jaise taron ke jhurmut mein tanha chand, akela chand Unka daman is daulat se khali ka khali hi raha warna the dunya mein kitne chandi chand aur sona chand jag ke charon koot mein ghuma, sailani hairan hua is basti ke is kuche ke is aangan mein aisa chand? ankhon mein bhi chitwan mein bhi chand hi chand chamakte hain chand hi tika, chand hi jhumar, chehra chand aur matha chand Ek ye chand nagar ka basi jis se dur raha sanjog warna is duniya mein sab ne chaha chand aur paya chand

🌚

ambar ne dharti par phenki nur ke chheent udas udas aaj ki shab to andhi shab thi, aaj kidhar se nikla chand! insha ji ye aur nagar hai, is basti ki reet yahi sab ki apni apni ankhein, sab ka apna apna chand! apne sapne ke matle par jo chamka wo chand hua jis ne mann ke andhyare mein aan kiya uj’yari chand chanchal muskati-muskati gori ka mukhda mahtab Pathjhad ke peDon mein at’ka pila sa ek patta chand dukh ka dariya sukh ka sagar uske dam se dekh liye hum ko apne sath hi lekar Duba aur ubhra chand

🌔

jhuki jhuki palkon ke niche namnaki ka naam na tha ye kanta jo hamein chubha hai kash tujhe bhi chubhta chand raushnion ki pili kirchein, purab pacchhim phail gain tune kis shay ke dhoke mein patthar pe de patka chand hum ne to donon ko dekha, donon hi bedard kaThor dharti wala, ambar wala, pahla chand aur duja chand chand kisi ka ho nahi sakta, chand kisi ka hota hai? chand ke khatir zid nahi karte ae mere achchhe insha chand

Ibn e Insha

[abnormalpsychology]

thrilling sequel to my poll from back in January

[graciethespeyeral]

Looking at my friends, with the same adoration one would gaze up at a starry sky

Hoping I could admire their shine for a long long time.

[emophia]

i pine, not for her embrace

but to feel her breath leave my mouth 

to recieve words spoken to her

feel her digits as i rub my hands

my lust is not entagled with another

i lust for a life i was not given

is this unnatural?

is this a noxious want?

what more could i think when my lungs fill with heavy ceramic

contagious porcelain skin with rugged decals

reflection no longer recognizable

is my need for the realness of another selfish?

[devilsadvcate]

a poem inspired by my wonderful friends:

 ─ﾟ*｡:ﾟ+ヽ【*´∀｀】人【´∀｀*】ノ+ﾟ*｡:ﾟ─

“I am in the company of lovers.

Soft, painted hands that cling so angrily to love because they know it has been taken from them before.

My friends love to the fullest extent of the word, and trust that I am taking notes.”

-c

[lo-fag]

lesbian sex poem on my mothers workplace fridge by me

[trashcanplant]

I love that everybody knows somebody who’s achieved some success (both flesh style and online style) like look at my moots, they’ve done some baller shit in the WH fandom and on their own. Now look at this one friend I know flesh style, she’s literally got the voice of a pop star and is accumulating a small following in our town because she’s working her ass off to be singer? It’s so cool, just remember to put your stuff in perspective because woohoo you’re awesome. Yea!