#prose poem

[rzmusings]

my heart is stuffed with words I'll never get to say to you. i wish i could pluck it out, wring it with steady hands and pour all it holds for you into a cup. i wish i could make you taste the bitterness of these words, have them burning your way down your throat so horribly that you choke.

— maybe then you could digest what you’ve done.

[faiirygrahamdevanily]

🐉🦚🐈‍⬛Dear @ninadove, happy birthday!! I wish you all the best! May this new year of your life be filled with lots of precious moments, luck and wonderful times ahead <3

🐉🦚🐈‍⬛As your birthday gift I made a moodboard + wrote a poem dedicated to your and @paracosmicat fanfic 'Shadow Strike'; an absolute masterpiece of a fic!! I will never be able to fully express how insanely epic this fic is!! Everyone should read it <3

🐉🦚🐈‍⬛crossposted this on ao3 but adding it her on tumblr as well (thanks to @bittersweetresilience for proofreading):

[and-corn]

[iambrillyant]

“your new era begins when you choose yourself unapologetically and release the weight of who you were yesterday, it begins when you decide that you’re deserving of a life better than the one you’re leaving behind, it begins when you start to believe in your own worthiness.”

— billy chapata

[fiercethorns]

i didn't fall in love; i sprinted toward you with a deliberate intention to embrace every part of you. falling implies chance, but loving you was a conscious choice, a journey pursued with open arms. it's a declaration that my love for you isn't a mere accident; it's a purposeful and unregrettable pursuit.

— @fiercethorns

“sprinting in love”

[junehart]

THE WORLD IS ENDING by judas h.

[nipsyyy]

“I wasn’t always like this” will always be one of the saddest phrases to exist. And by ‘this’ they mean the insecurity,the never ending sadness,the suppressed anger which eventually turned into agony. It means they were once,normal,joyful even.They ran across gardens and still managed to catch their breath,now they cry in bathrooms and can never find that breath back.

-nipuna

[mournfulroses]

Mary Oliver, from Winter Hours: Prose, Prose-Poems, And Poems; “The Whistler,”

[psychastria]

[txkingupspxce]

does he like poetry? surely he has to there's sonnets in his eyes stanzas in his laugh metaphors fall from his smile there's prose in the way he says my name does he know how hard i have to try to put him into words when no diction can express the symbolism hidden in his voice

~he simply cannot be confined to paper

[rzmusings]

from my notes

[drolaticdaydreams]

[dame-nostalgique]

Songbird, 2023 🕊️

Pieces of hope for today, tomorrow, and the days after that

[iambrillyant]

“certain phases of your life will require a particular kind of selfishness with your energy, a higher sense of awareness with your self-worth, a deeper regard for your intentions, some phases will require you to be for you first even if it comes at the cost of being misunderstood.”

— billy chapata

[fiercethorns]

solitude, it's this double-edged sword – on one side, there's the calm, the chance to hear your own heartbeat, but on the other, it's a dangerous dance with your deepest fears and unspoken truths. in the quiet, your mind becomes both ally and adversary, and the line between introspection and drowning in your thoughts blurs. solitude, it's a risky game of balance, where the danger lies in losing yourself within the silence.

@ fiercethorns | “silent danger”

[junehart]

a cockroach sneaks into an art museum by judas h. ( @judas-redeemed ) image id in alt