#15 word poem

[rose-madder-gaze]

constantem

[mightymizora]

The realisation that I published my first piece of fanfiction… 27 years ago…

And I’ve not been writing it all the time since then sure but god. That’s longer than most of you have been alive right?

[oneminutefiftysixseconds]

From The Top Of The World by Elsa Gidlow + Geoffrey Soupe's Vuelta a España stage win, Alberto Dainese's Giro d'Italia stage win, and Victor Lafay's Tour de France stage win.

[pinkanonhopes]

-17, by me.

[catspouse]

why is there tumblr drama about that play i want to have sex with

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

…is this anything

[From the Depths

De profundis

We are the common people

The ones who have been

Left in the depths

You might not think That we're anything

But we are

We're here

clamavi

We're here

And we're crying out

Raising our voices

We will not be silenced

Even though you may try to push us

Down into that voiceless oblivion,

You who think you are gods

ad te, Domine

You who think you are gods

In your delusional folly

Who believe that you can silence us

That your power, your wealth, your fame

Makes vou untouchable

That you are inherently better than us

But you are wrong

Domine, exaudi vocem meam

But vou are wrong

And even if you were right

We are here

The majority that has been silenced

For far too long

So listen to us

Keep listening

Fiant aures tuae intendentes

Keep listening

And understand what we are shouting

From the depths

Because our problems are real

And they're not going away

And we won't go away either

We'll keep asking

in vocem deprecationis meae

We'll keep asking

We'll ask why things haven't changed

Why things are still the way they are

Why no one is doing anything

We'll ask until there is change

For us in the depths

We are the common people]

[united-under-skyfall]

please y'all i need to see something

[aroundtheneareststar]

May 15

a pause

there is passion found in stillness

in the ability to freeze

a statue is poetic

a picture is a piece

of the grander world

saved inside a frame

kept and held and cared for

cherished and retained

while movement has its value

and art is quite alive

there is beauty there is power

in moments that have died

memory wouldn’t matter

if it didn't fly away

as we leap into tomorrow

let us carry yesterday

[albertxylin]

Pre-Dawn Pines

I have been counting the days since I saw you last. I have been feeling the absence of your presence, The muted loneliness of one-sided conversations, The empty deficit of a hand without another to hold.

I find that I miss you more, The nearer our reunion comes. Maybe it is darkest before dawn Because that is when we miss the sun the most.

[roaringroa]

i thought i couldn't get any gayer and then i started writing poetry again

[peace-and-light-poetry]

Fyole

The other day she learned Learned a new word A new wintry word

What this word is Would be her compormise As far as winter goes

She wanted snow

Just enough to where it covered the grass But not enough to stop traffic

Hardly does she ever "compromise" Particularly on things she can control However, she can't control the weather, no

Nor the season But she wanted to snow

What came was that compromise.

[the-kneesbees]

I won the fucking. poetry out loud thing in my class.

[glockg1rl]

15

< sycophancy >

gray wolf fawns on chief

'til nepotism crowns new lead

abandons the renounced

[offensetogeneralorder]

me on my first night of being in a psych hosptial pacing & whispering the seven (?) min long spoken word poem to this day by shane koyczan i had happened 2 have memorized @ some point without realizing : my roommate who i thot was asleep but who in morning group the next day tearfully reported horrible hallucinations of an angry whispering voice all night :: in my room rn i have a speaker that i have been progressively lowering the volume on (im pulsating w shame @ all times & also i have devoloped a fear of hearing damage) until i reached this sweet spot of playing music just loud enough 2 hear but not loud enuf 2 register or remember , one step further / more internal than background noise : smoking a lot of weed 2 prove 2 myself that i can definitely still get high & everything is fine (& hey wldnt u kno it but 2 some extent im right everything Is fine) but subsequently . um . do u hear that .. theres like . this voice ...... no i dont thinkso ha ha .,

[the-poetrycafe]

We outside! Where you at? July 15th it's going down!

Get your tickets here: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/poetry-4-the-people-tickets-673058113937?aff=oddtdtcreator

[thoughtlesswanderingboy]

5/15/23

I can't hold my childhood stuffed animals.

My mother calls me a hoarder because I love collecting things. Trinkets, books, stuffed animals. But each one is a memory, initially or eventually. A souvenir of a grocery store, a friend, an apartment. A rock from a sleepless night spent wandering a river bed. A broken keychain found thrifting with a friend. Someone else's copy of my favorite book. I like to look at them, but it's different to hold them.

I just tried to hold my childhood favorite stuffed animal.

It's a white camel named Camelot. Just the right size for a child to hug with their full soul. Its eyes are squinted with heavy fabric eyelids, a gaze painful in sympathy I never got elsewhere.

I tried to hold it as I once did and my heart squeezed and I had to let go, like my fingers curling to let go of flame that time I set myself on fire.

I always need new items to attach memories to because the old ones are full, and I can't bear to look at them.

I can't hold my childhood stuffed animals.