#2 poems in one day

[judas-redeemed]

i hurt the ones i love, but i hurt me more. it is a kind of reconciliation. only i do not stick around long enough for them to hear it. i run away when people try to love me. it is not that i do not love them. it is not even that i do not want to be loved. i have just seen enough wreckage in my life to know that i don't want to cause it anymore. i lived in a haunted house until i became a haunted house. i wanted to believe that i could be something beautiful someday. so i cut my hair & painted the walls & smiled & put up pretty pictures. but the only people that live here are ghosts. and i want your heart to keep beating. you cannot love me back to life. but if you stay, i will love you to the end of yours.

endings are never pretty, but they are still mine to hold - judas h.

[this-should-do]

There's something wrong with us both

[shittydazai]

i think that dazai would flirt with chuuya in such a ridiculously sweet and over the top fashion that’s it’s clearly meant to be annoying lies (like in fifteen when he said he loved chuuya), except later dazai realizes that he actually does like chuuya and now he’s incapable of flirting with him normally bc it’s basically habit at this point

and he’s like sorry chuuya but calling you babe just doesn’t feel good enough when i’ve called you my darling sweetie pie sugar pumpkin before

[golyadkin]

had a couple of very good writing days

[chiropteracupola]

be near to me...

[flintlock fortress is, as always, a collaboration with @dxppercxdxver]

[theirloveisgross]

nothing really hurts, nothing to say. nothing really matters when everything gets in the way. holding me back, put the pain behind you now, gravity’s holding me back, you don’t need it anymore. i want you to hold out the palm of your hand, but we drained all that, why don’t we leave it at that? i won’t say a word, but right now all i need you to know is you’ll be okay.

seems you cannot be replaced in this world, it’s just us. look at the horizon, angels fly high, two kids follow her, and nobody’s coming to help. does it make you feel small? i’m the one who will stay.

answer the phone. i’ll knock on your door, it’ll save me from calling. ringing the bell. harry, you’re no good alone,i’m on my way with some time to borrow. why are you sitting at home on the floor? there were problems in this empty bottle at the bottom, what kind of pills are you on? it’ll only make it worse.

we can talk about it, there’s a time for saying who did what. i don’t want to talk about who’s doing it first, where it went wrong, i don’t want to talk about the way that it was. it can wait ‘til the morning, you know it’s not the same as it was.

light speed internet, i wanna hear all that. leave america, you know it’s not where we’re going. go home, get ahead, we can talk tomorrow. you know it’s not the same if every star is an eye in the sky, you’ll see angels fly as it was.

your daddy lives by himself, he just wants to know that you’re well, so right now all i need you to know is you’ll be okay.

Angels Fly As It Was: mashed lyrics into not-poems, a series (2/?).

[nowandthane]

echoes of laughter - AliWarden

wrote this poem for @asgardianhobbit98 who introduced me to dragon age <3 it's about constance amell and alistair, my beloveds.

ao3

[crossbackpoke-check]

Hello, im wehaveagathering from my main blog, im kind of obsessed with your hockey poetry edits and I think your blog is great! I guess I kind of have a dumb question, where do you find the images you use for your edits? Did you say Getty in your tags?? I’ve gotten into making icons recently (and i have ideas for poetry edits hrrrghhh) but it’s hard to find high res images. Thanks for your time and I hope you have a nice day :)

first of all thank you so much 🥹 and second that’s absolutely not a dumb question!! i do pull a lot of images from getty and i’ll also download pictures from sports articles (i got a lot of the hugheses pictures from online access articles, for example), or sometimes from instagram/facebook/twitter if an account is public. freely admitting that i am not technologically advanced? inclined? in the slightest here, but the image editing software that you use and how you import/export photos with it makes a difference in the quality of them as well!

if you haven’t seen them yet, i would also recommend checking out @simmyfrobby @national-hockey-lesbian @hauntedppgpaints @tapedsleeves @starscelly and @captainbradmarchand’s blogs just off the top of my head!!! they might know more places to get high res images and also i love their work 💕🫶

[britneyshakespeare]

Oh my God. People are reblogging a poem I wrote and posted when I was 15 years old lol.

[catominor]

This Years Thoughts On Reading. tbh

the past year i read a lot more than i had in quite some time. to be fair, i didn't finish most of the books i started, didn't start most of the books i want to read, and spent most of my time wasting time on social media still (i don't know why i can't stop doing this. i don't even enjoy it past a certain point). i didn't do well in my university classes. but for a really long time i've found it very difficult to read at all, even to read fiction. i read a lot of fiction (by my standards) this year, especially historical fiction set in ancient rome (though i also read some other good books, favorites among which are probably queer by william burroughs, night side of the river by jeannette winterson, and invisible cities by italo calvino. i also read quite a few short stories and a bit of poetry), i read or started /some/ nonfiction, i read or started /some/ ancient literature, and i had a poem and a short story published in my university's poetry journal and newspaper respectively...

but, really, i feel a little in over my head. i don't really feel like i can do this, by which i mean i still don't think i'm trying hard enough at university. i feel behind everyone else, despite the fact that since i've transferred to a different university having done 2 years before, i still have this and another year before i graduate. even though most of the people in my year will be 2 years younger than me i feel like i am behind them (did i mention that i did badly on my exams last year?)

especially before university i was never a particularly good student, honestly (i was like. a C average, though in my 3rd and 4th years of high school i started to try a little harder) and i think i spend a lot of time now fruitlessly wishing that i had tried harder and taken more of an interest in things. i still wish i tried harder. i still wish that passion was enough to fuel me to actually focus on filling out my historical reading. i wish i just didn't feel so stupid sometimes, honestly. sometimes i'll open a book that's a bit dense or technical and it just makes me feel like the biggest idiot in the world. i wish i was better at articulating my thoughts. i also wish i understood literary analysis or criticism. in a lot of ways now i feel dumber than i was a few years ago, and i don't know why.

[amalgamationink]

NAPOWRIMO24 #17: another brick in the wall (part 2)

[asmellofwoodoil]

a poem about ellie on the santa barbara beach

she would do anything.

anything at all.

just to feel his embrace

one more time.

to envelope herself in his arms

and feel the gentle warmth of his jacket against her cheek.

clinging on tight like a vulnerable child scared to let go.

close her eyes

take a deep breath in

and inhale the safe scent of wood oil and coffee

instead of the overwhelming odour

of salt water and blood.

she would do anything.

anything at all.

just to ignore the pain.

the endless agony coursing through her veins

begetting her cries.

but she would,

in a heartbeat,

stifle her sobs

if it meant she could hear his voice

one more time

the soft twang of his country accent

whispering words of comfort.

but instead, the ocean taunted her with its piercing chill

spreading salt into her wounds

relentless and bitter.

[selfawxre]

posting separately as to not hijack flowers' post but realising that some of you guys may also not be as into ddlc and not know all the nuances and random tidbits about it and specifically monika. like, for example, the fact that monika's piano playing is a metaphor for her hacking the game/changing the code, the fact that every time one of the girls is acting particularly out of character she isn't present in the room, only to rush back in like "oh what happened? i had nothing to do with this!!", the times where she gets absolutely steamrolled in act 2 by yuri and natsuki and is so clearly taken aback despite the fact she's the one fucking with their codes to make them aggressive enough to do that, etc.

also just, all the lines in act 1 where she's so blatantly talking about her sentience but that you wouldn't pick up on unless you already knew she was sentient. like she is not even trying to hide it from the beginning, you just know when she talks about her "epiphany" she's giggling to herself like "oh they're never gonna believe what i mean by that"

[shari-ya]

one day i am going to love someone like we're living at the cusp of doom, like lovers who got ceased a thousand times in a thousand lives before. ready to growl at the face of despair, so scarred by death, neither of us would no longer care. will love like there's no tomorrow, will love believing there's no one who is going to punish us for the sins we are committing. one day i will love someone and will be loved back with a force unreciprocated. one day i will hold a face and will be held in arms shaped like a home i would no longer aim to escape. one day i will stare into a pair of eyes that i'd find to be staring right back at mine and it wouldn’t feel like drowning at all. rather, it would feel like being set free. it would feel like being saved.

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 273

Adjective: Sleepy

Noun: Bear

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Sleepy: needing or ready for sleep; showing the effects of sleep; inducing sleep, or soporific; (of a place) without much activity; (of a business, organization, or industry) lacking the ability or will to respond to change, or not dynamic

Bear: a large, heavy mammal that walks on the soles of its feet, having thick fur and a very short tail, and bears are related to the dog family but most species are omnivorous; (informal) a name for Russia; the constellation Ursa Major or Ursa Minor; a large, heavy, cumbersome man; (informal) a gay or bisexual man with a burly physique and a large amount of body hair; (dated) (informal) a rough, bad-mannered, or uncouth person; (informal) (US) something that is very difficult or unpleasant to deal with; (stock market) a person who forecasts that prices of stocks or commodities will fall, especially a person who sells shares hoping to buy them back later at a lower price

[depresseddepot]

what is it about certain types of songs that make it feel like my soul is being pulled out of my body by some strong magnet. my liberation notes by choi jung in and outro by m83 and overture 2 by sleeping at last and sora tsutsumi by masakatsu takagi and across the ocean by azure ray and i stand corrected by vampire weekend and unbearably white by vampire weekend and lullaby by lord huron and where's my love by syml and take me back by heroe and the animal crossing wild world opening screen soundtrack. there's something to be said about the heartache that comes from a beautiful, loud, emotional ballads but it's the quiet, peaceful ones that really seem to get me