#yes i write poetry sometimes

[chasindbae]

"Love, where the colors, the shapes of you, bleed into me - I am made blue Where red flows free In this world, some people are like lights As some are the moths drawn to them in night"

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

made a small poem with the Safety Sign Generator. something about hands.

[actual-changeling]

if the angel falls without a god watching

is it still an angel? does it still fall?

what is it but an idea discarded,

free will shaped and given and rejected.

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small poem i wrote ??? ages ago, some time after the release of season 2

[bleedingfromeveryorifice]

TITHING

But you are a compassionate

And gracious God,

And I, your humble lamb.

So when I turn 10 months old

And start to defy,

Take me to the slaughterhouse

And I will comply.

Let me be stunned and sticked

And let me bleed as a reminder of your tenderness.

Let all that you do to me

Be done in love.

[musings-of-the-void]

I hope

That when I fall from this

Pedestal

Where you placed me

You’ll be

Standing there to catch me

I hope

That I’ll be made real

In the falling

Instead of crumbling to

Dust

[dracothedeatheatingcupcake-ao3]

The monster that lives inside of my chest.

There’s a monster that lives inside of my chest. I don’t notice it often. It lives in the shadows, In the hidden spots. Lurking, creeping, hiding. In the spaces between and apart, It has made a home for itself.

There’s a monster that lives inside of my chest, And every day it grows a little bit bolder. It leaves its marks upon my heart, Deadly claws dug into my soul. It makes me scream and cry and beg, Gasping for every breath, Wondering when I’ll see it again.

There’s a monster that lives inside of my chest, And it’s overtaking all of me. I feel it growing from within Taking and taking and taking. I try to fight it but it’s so very strong; I try to refute it but it always wins. I don’t know how much longer I can resist.

There’s a monster that lives inside of my chest, And it has outgrown its home. To find more space it consumes more of me. Parts of myself once sacred, now lost, To the monster from within. My friends refuse to talk to me now. They don’t like the monster I’ve become.

There’s a monster that lives inside of my chest, Except it doesn’t live inside anymore. It’s made a home for itself inside of my eyes. Inside of my hands. Inside of my words. There’s a monster that lived inside of my chest, And I lost my fight against it.

[nharcissisist]

a letter left unsent

16.1.24

i wish i didn’t ride past your house on my way home

your house still unfairly located between point a and point b

via that extra left turn i don’t need to make 

just to see the lights off in your apartment

i know it’s the end now because the universe doesn’t find reasons to make us bump into each other

my detour past your house no longer coincides with the 7 minutes you walk down that street to your front door

i wont sit and make it happen

you write me letters every few days

tell me about our cat that you pretend misses me

tell me about the friends that fill your time 

mention how i always read your words and never reply

mention how you don’t mind

because i have so much to say to you my love 

how i miss you too

how i’m happier now

i still wanna tell you everything that happens to me

but i don’t think you’d like to hear it anyway

i wanna tell you how much i’ve changed

but i won’t 

i wouldn’t feel the same. 

i realise that it’s less that i miss you and more just that my heart still tries to go home to you sometimes 

there are nights i don’t turn left down your street

but the change in momentum still throws me off balance 

reaching out to steady myself 

my hand still reaches towards yours sometimes

[thissortofsorcery]

Sometimes I need to take a step back and consume content that is more realistic than fanfic. Like the sims.

[edwinisms]

ok I’ll bite what is the deal with half of all ao3 fics being titled like. main title (more descriptive subtitle). no problem with it or anything i just have no idea when and why this format came to be

[astrxealis]

sorry to ffxivlovepost always anyway Man the way the devs & game did so good in making an mc that is Basically a blank-slate for the players, and there's so many opportunities to make your oc However you like but. the game itself adds so much story and character to that blank-slate guy. amazing

[kocch]

me whenever I put all my effort into that One fic and leave That comment and the author responds selectively to that one comment: omg I've been noticed by senpai - am I, am I better than everyone??

[ramayantika]

Yes, I won't be there around you all the time. I won't be able to wipe your tears with my fingers all the time. I don't miss you as much as you do when we are apart. I roam the world, with dreams and aspirations as huge and as wide as the sky. They tell me you haven't been a good wife forget being a good lover but it is you I want to come back home to. I will not be home for months but I will send letters, ten pages long for every month with a small love poetry that will only make sense to you. When I win the world, I am a star for them, a performer and artist in their eyes, a nomad who roams around leaving pieces of their creation everywhere but it's you I choose to come back every time every night in the warm bed that you make. It's your lips that I seek to steal a kiss from and it's your embrace that would take away all the tiredness from my limbs.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

the first time I cut my hair short it was in an attempt to look like a singer. it took another six years for it to curl the way I wanted it to back then. I forgot about that singer for a while, moved on, found faithfulness in different things. her hair is straight now and mine is curled the way I wanted it to be when I was 15. we both still have bangs. I think what I'm trying to say is that what goes around may or may not come around. if or when it does, it may not look like what we expected or meant for it to look like. the snake eating its own tail, the ouroboros, represents the neverending cycle of life and death. it can also represent the cycles that we unknowingly find ourselves in within life. circles within circles. what goes around, might still come around.

[even-fools-are-right-sometimes]

1. Do you know how pearls form? It’s like a splinter for an oyster, an irritant slipping inside and being wrapped gently, incessantly in smoothness. Bundling up the pain until its soft and shiny and doesn’t hurt anymore.

2. I broke up with him on a Saturday. I didn’t tell anyone until Monday and in those liminal hours in-between I wrapped myself in three blankets and watched competitive baking shows for hours on end. I didn’t want to tell anyone because that would make it real. I didn’t want to say anything until I could tell the whole story without crying. (I couldn’t bear being seen until I could stand under the weight of it all)

3. My grandparents bought me a pearl oyster for Christmas when I was eleven. We cracked it open in my great-grandmother’s kitchen right after presents and I watched, too young to hold the knife, as my grandpa broke the shell open and pried out my prize.

4. I never learned how to swallow pain, only how to hold it in my mouth, rolling it around on my tongue like a terrible mint, unable to stop myself from tasting it, unable to speak around the heaviness.

5. I still have it all these years later. When I was younger, I would slip it from its little necklace cage and roll it around in my mouth. I’m not sure I can explain why I did it. Perhaps I just liked the feel of it. Or maybe I had the strange desire to take this paradoxical treasure inside myself. The irritant and the reward. Maybe it was practice for all the pain that would come later

6. Perhaps someday, someone will take a knife to the hinge of my shell and pry this ball of pain from behind my teeth. Perhaps I will thank them

[thoughtofadumbteenprotagonist]

hate it when the annoying self-care advice actually works

[angelhound]

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