#writing poetry. . .; ic

[bebx]

Tragic brothers.

Dexter: Dexter Morgan and Brian Moser. Genesis by Valzhyna Mort † Abel’s Body to Cain by Joseph Fasano

[mothprincess]

serena crane, ice princess

[soul-from-another-era]

Ice bear 🤍

[webdiggerxxx]

꧁★꧂

[r3n0-5]

I would get up for breakfast at noon, just iced coffee, with egg breath and messed up hair, wearing a t-shirt that reached my knees and without even putting on underwear, and he still looked at me as if I were the most beautiful work of art throughout the disastrous gallery that my apartment was

[asoftepiloguemylove]

i just downloaded this app and you're one of the best ones i've followed! i love your page so much! I wonder if you're still open for requests? If you are, please post something about a connection that felt so forced and full of misunderstanding. But if you aren't, I don't really mind! I'm loving your page already anyway! Have a nice day :")

Hishaam Siddiqi Where did you go? / Philippe de Champaigne Saint Augustin / pinterest / @jovialtorchlight / Ritika Jyala The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[kaynineacademy]

things that make me happy: perfect iced lattes, stormy weather, laughing so hard you can’t breathe, freshly-washed clothes, naps, baby animals, cherry blossom trees, new york city, music that makes my heart ache, love letters, blood-red cherries, a really good pair of jeans, manicures, childhood stuffed animals, lip gloss, hair-salon blowouts (i wish i could add you to this list but you made me cry uncontrollably for three months straight).

[hersurvival]

My poor fading ember,

I ask the universe to look after you, for the Spring breeze to keep you burning until you are fed the nurturing you deserve and can burn bright once more.

You know that I would gently pick your coals from the ash, ignore the burning flesh of my palms as I raise them to my lips, and breathe my own life back into you. Down to my last, shallow breath if that is what it took.

What is love in darkness? What am I without you?

I would return you to the sun myself to refuel your essence, so long as you might become unwavering again.

Sincerely, desperately,

Your cold, shivering girl

[nanaarchy]

[moregraceful]

Ekphrastic pantoum on Zack Gelof and Lawrence Butler for @timebegins-onopeningday. ID under the cut.

Image: a picture and a poem side by side on a cream background.

left: a picture of Lawrence Butler and Zack Gelof of the Oakland Athletics taken by Michael Zagaris. They are in the A's clubhouse. Butler is seated while Gelof leans over to show him something on his phone. Lawrence is smiling. Both men are only partially dressed, but Butler is wearing a black A's team shirt while Gelof is shirtless.

right: a poem in light brown front on a dark green background. poem text:

Zack & Law Poem There’s a game soon, but this can’t wait. “I need to show you something – listen to me, look!” Their shared joys, a few years into a life. How could he hold back? Why would he? Not now. I need to show you something. Listen to me. Look. They shoulder a future too difficult to name. How could he hold back, why would he, not now– they have to hold on until it ends. They shoulder a future too difficult to name; that won’t stop him from sharing everything. They have to hold on. Until it ends: “Come on, look. Be here with me. It’s good, right?” That won’t stop him from sharing everything. Their shared joys. A few years into a life. Come on. Look. Be here with me. It’s good. Right? There’s a game soon, but this can’t wait.

[shower-racoon]

imagine if the Terraria bosses were on tumblr. what would they even post

[carpe-noctem-bitchess]

and even though the stains from the bright and artificial ice-creams we had are long gone from my clothes and my tongue, I still try to remember what it tasted like, how it was like between us back then when there was still so much to discover. yesterday, I bought the same popsicles we had, as if I could truly ever go back, and I swear something I have known, has never tasted so alien.

[gloriousgalaxycollection]

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to love you the way you love me. Does that make me bad? Am I bad? Is half of my heart and half of my life still enough? I ask this, and in 10 years I’ll ask again, because if you need more of my heart, I warn you I cannot give it. Not because I do not wish to, but because I do not have more to give. If all that I am is half a heart and half a soul, would you still love me entirely and irrevocably?”

- Mars

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Uncomfortable

-

The sound of a distant tune,

From that of childhood.

Cigarette smoke hanging in the air.

The moment feels like

Tar against my skin.

Sticky.

My body is heavy with

"I don't think this is working."

The way you

Tried to touch me.

Saying no felt like

Power.

To sit in silence,

That tune echoing in my head,

Dislodging thoughts,

Letting them fall

Down into my stomach.

My skin burned with the warmth

Of sweating in my sleep.

Wake up-

I shivered against the morning air.

Do it for yourself.

Do it for yourself.

Do it for-

x

[t00thfull]

sprung has spring, i think

i am eating oregon cherry ice cream and the night is warm and for a second, everything is okay. i sat in the sun and waited for my food, and i tried a new drink, and a friend called me beautiful. spring is here to give me a break, and a pat on the back for a job well done. the future is uncertain but i know it will be fun, i know it will be good, because i am good. i know everything will be okay.

[aperiodofhistory]

Ice and cold, for the winter soul. Those who are from the north, understand it. The pain comes, starting slowly. First the fingers, then the face. Exposed and bare. Then what is underneath? The body trembles and the mind goes numb. A stillness start. A silence.

And once the silence ends, something new begins. The body is calm, it gets used to the cold. It adapts. It grows stronger. So fellow stranger. Do not fear the cold. Embrace it and with it the peace that it brings.