#Had a sort of poetry to it

[llovely]

here's a fake interview about my me & my girlfriend that i transcribed from my head. enjoy!

[fishofthewoods]

Did I have tasks I was supposed to be doing this evening? yes. Did i black out and write a poem about rabbits instead? yes.

[officially-other]

My first attempt at writing that's vaguely like poetry: from a dragon

I am not what you think.

I walk around, awkward limbs and flighty mannerisms, and you think I’m strange. You have no idea how strange you would think I am if you only saw what was underneath.

Underneath, I am a creature of the ocean. Something that could never pass as human, and no longer wants to. Saltwater rushes through my veins in secret, silent to everyone but me. To me, it’s a roaring sound of the waves that I have never seen except for within my soul. It yearns to dissolve into the ocean like it could long ago, but for now those days are over and I am hidden underneath skin and muscle.

Underneath, there are wings; fins; antlers. They ache to tear from my back, through my skull. Nonetheless, they stay hidden for me, safe in the silence. Protected like I protected my kin in a lifetime so close to the surface and yet unreachable. Wrapped in a form that no longer coils around them like a serpent, but keeps them hidden from predators well enough I suppose.

I suppose.

I accept my form reluctantly and do what I can to make it mine. I shape it to feel better when I discover my gender, and when I can’t shape it to fit my true self I cover it in things that feel a little more like home. A little more draconic. A little more like the ocean that I never have seen, but feel homesick for anyway.

I do find joy in being in this body, at least. Out there, there are others. Angels working minimum wage, dragons sitting on a park bench, wolves buying groceries. We hide, but we do so to be free. We walk through crowds, and no one notices our scales and fur and feathers. But we do. We see each other, even if from miles away, and we see what’s underneath.

And underneath, none of us are what you think.

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[rantsramblesandrandomthougts]

Hey does anyone else think Lockwood and Lucy were meant to parallel Orpheus and Eurydice? Or am I just going a little crazy?

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hm. im not very big on new years resolutions, they're too much pressure. but... perhaps i can handle new years Desires

this year i want to complete a lil comic, fan-based or otherwise. i'd like to also complete some sort of storyboard/animatic thing. i want to develop a coloring style that i can be proud of. i want to get to a point with my dragons where they can have a coherent story & world to live in. i want to think of so many fun, trivial facts about my characters. i want to post more about them. i want to write and post an original thing, be it 1k words or 10k. i want to finish the rough draft of a book i outlined. i want to be kinder to myself. i want to create more gift art for others. i want to put more effort & care & love into my art. i want to force myself into the world and figure out how to live. i want to make an irl friend. try a new craft - scrapbooking, maybe, or making an enamel pin. i want to finish that last commission and make a new sheet for more. i want to be freer with myself. i want to finish at least three fics. i want to go whale watching again. i want to improve my art, especially in the matter of drawing people. i want to bake something tasty and share it with the neighbors. i want to be content with existing. i want to have more good things in life to list on bad days. i want to build a birdhouse.

[lena-oleanderson]

dear followers, today i offer you a weird poem about grief and having a crush on your anatomy professor amongst other things. tomorrow? who knows

[weaselle]

wake up in the mornin' my mind kind of stormin' i sit 'n' sip delicious brew- no time for mental thunder with the deadlines that i'm under fist grippin' this list to do hip holster full of laughter draggin' this boulder after baby take it to the top of the hill where it's never stayed yet but i place another bet sayin' maybe this time it will

[hella1975]

why do you write? what do you think about, what drives you?

passion love grief rage spite confusion loneliness community shame boredom perfectionism fun because i dont know how to stop

[apoeticwasteoofspace]

Hi Eda!! Here are my suggestions for the random word prompts:

Pizza

and/or

Crystal

Also, how are you doing? I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/night! 😁

hi!!! Thanks for the prompt!!!

I've already done pizza here 😂 but thank you so much anyway!

Crystal/between the meadow and the mountain (I went in a very different direction with this than the original prompt but it kept building on itself)

Between the meadow and the mountain, a flower quietly waits.

To see which one it will climb or fall, while it’s breath softly bates.

Will it go up the mountain, free to be happy and frolic around?

Or will it go down into the meadow, in the shadow of the giant, still waiting on the ground?

Will it fall into the valley?

The narrow little alley

Where the light chooses to leave

And it’s hopes and dreams can never be achieved.

For now, it sits there, roots digging in

While the grasses and the wind and the trees mock it, and it tries to drown out the din.

A lake, clear as crystal, sits beside the little flower, 

who gazes into it, wistful.

The little flower waits, while it’s breath softly bates

The petals dance in the wind, shifting and bending

The grass and the wind and the trees around it wending.

Then something unexpected happens

Another walks in between the meadow and the mountain.

They approach, and say,

“How are you, on this fine day?”

But the flower has no answer, except,

“I know not, for all I can do is wait.”

The other saw that it did not know it’s fate

But they knew that they could help make it great.

“Why don’t you come with me?” they said. “And I can help you see.”

The flower stood there uncertainly.

“But what if the others miss me, or worse, think badly?”

The grasses and the wind and the trees whispered, and the other one saw how badly their words had left the flower bruised and blistered.

“I think I can show you that sometimes you’re okay to be something else. They don’t know how much their mockery with water pelts

The small little fire inside of you.”

The flower looked back one more time, seeing all the others who used to say it couldn’t ever shine.

“I guess that’s my cue,” it said, “that maybe I should go with you.”

And so the other picked up the flower, gently and tenderly,

While the grasses and the wind and the trees watched bitterly.

The other showed the flower the world,

slowly helping it’s leaves and petals to no longer be furled.

They laughed and they cried, they sang and they lied, and the flower discovered that it no longer wanted to hide.

“Thank you,” it said. “You’ve helped me see the truth. None of me was bad, and it was really the others that were making me sad!” “It was a pleasure,” the other said. “The moments you’ve given me I will forever treasure”.

The flower never needed to go up the mountain, or into the meadow, or down in the valley.

Because there are so many ways in life to go that they could never all be tallied.

The important thing to remember is, that you must stay true to yourself.

It does not matter what you have, wether it’s power or stature or wealth.

It can be even more beautiful when you look for what’s underneath.

And wether you’re a flower or the other, or something in between.

It can mean the world

When someone is finally seen.

(I had a lot of fun with this as you can tell)

I'm doing pretty good! What about you? Hope you an amazing day/night as well! :>

[rhetorical-conscience]

if i am to go,

let me melt by the sun's hand.

if i am to go,

if i am to leave this all behind,

let me depart unplanned.

without thought, without worry.

in no rush and in no hurry.

though everything has its end,

in devastation there is passion.

let me spin the inevitable into a beautiful truth,

if i am to go.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

obsessed with their different reactions to being called starcrossed lovers

[enlighten3d]

@thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls @thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls @thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls @thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls @thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls

LARKIEEE HI LARKIE I KNOW IVE TOLD YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALREADY BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! YOURE A WHOLE YEAR OLDER NOW!! WOAH!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU HAWV A GOOD YEAR AND WISH THEE HEALTH AND THE BEST OF LUCK WITH NEVER GETTING MURDERED BY ARTBLOCK AGAIN !!! okay thats a lot of caps sorry

anygays!!!!!! i have... i have a gift for you.... a poem about jadele... i think its very cool... i did make up some stuff for it but i think thats par for the course now

have !! jadele poem... hehe [: all i will tell you is that its janette pov, you can figure out the rest yourself [:

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I'm forced to wonder, if you regret it at all. If us ending up here has changed anything in your mind. I doubt it - I know for a fact it hasn't.

I know that that glint in your eyes - vicious, vindictive, violent, passionate in all the worst ways - it's the same as it's ever been. It couldn't ever be otherwise.

I search for that spot of regret in myself, sure to be blooming in/on my chest, encroaching on flesh and bone, replacing and ripping and rending. It's not there for me to find.

It settles; the knowledge - that this was inevitable, never less, never more - as I grab your hands, I pull you towards me.

I've found something else blooming there now, in the place that should belong to Regret. It burns, all-consuming, as it rips its way out of me, tearing spitefully as it blocks what I meant to say. I've found no part of me that wishes it were Regret.

I could label what is there as Hatred, as I could many things. It could be that look in your eyes, what love has bloomed into. It's just another thing to call what's been inside me all along.

I hold you tight, as you try to break away from me. There's no want in you, when I give you what you thought you wanted from me. I can't say I've missed the feeling of your lips on mine, after everything.

I share with you, what festers inside me. It's your fault, it's your fault (just as much as it is mine?). I think you deserve it.

It's simple, in the end, watching that which I have no name for other than Revenge, tear its way through you- through me- through us- You can't even leave now. It's worth it, in my eyes.

I smile, a bloody, broken, blasphemous thing, one last time, into your lips. I can't let you go either, now.

I let go.

It burns, and I can't even call it Revenge anymore. It's Pain, Pride, Power, Penance- blue. They're blue. I think they're pretty, these blue flowers. It's almost picturesque, the way they burst out of your eyes, through my skin, into your heart. I think my mother used to like these. I can almost call up a fading memory, of a vase of sapphire-blue flowers, standing proud on the dining table where we never ate. My mother wouldn't be - isn't - proud of me. She's right though, that they're pretty, even when they're covered in blood and gore and flesh and

I settle on a name for it. It's the End.

[mukuharakazui]

i sound like the youngest boomer on earth whenever i say this but it really was a mistake for baby gays to learn about the term fruit. idk what it is about the internet that makes kids see a derogatory term for a marginalized group they’re part of, or even just adjacent to, which they’ve never been targeted with and decide it’s just their new Special Inside Joke Swear Word. some 16 y/o online calling a picture of a celebrity wearing a gaudy sweater fruity or faggy isn’t “reclamation” it’s just parroting homophobia and not funny in the slightest.

speaking among onesself or close friends is one thing but when it gets to the point (and it has) where people are calling real life people they barely (or don’t) know homophobic terms, it doesn’t matter if the person saying it is gay or not.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

childhood birthday party games and the strange magical quality of light (only in the afternoon)

I want to stay in this August limbo

bending over backwards just to keep it together

how far can I bend before I have to break

we'll never find out because nothing has to change

orange sunlight earlier nights golden mornings

no need to say goodbye when the sun is burning us alive

they call this the dog days and I still haven't figured out why

maybe it's the way dogs hate to see people go

maybe it's all that love to give to anyone who will have it

summer is going to end eventually and seasons are gonna change

but right now we're playing limbo

bending under a pole to see how far we can go

and it doesn't have to change just yet

~ L. T.

[britneyshakespeare]

this stupid little man makes me laugh

[mariocki]

Fat Man on a Beach (HTV, 1974)

"I'm going to read some more poems now. Erm. It may be that if you want to go and have a cup of tea, this would be a good time. I know that's what you masses are like. The mention of poetry and off you go."