#dating a poet

[ps-lovingyou]

if i fell in love with an artist/painter

to make pretty things

i use words

he uses paint

so i

whisper loving words to his skin, in his ears whenever i can

so he

touches me lovingly on mine, smearing me whenever he can

we are made even prettier in our love for one another

[meloncholygal]

I was not meant to hoe around. I was meant for soul crushing life long devotion

[the-stars-laureate]

GOD DAMN i wish gingers were real 😔💔

[comfyymoon]

platonic dates. platonic dates. platonic dates. let's go to a bookstore together, let's just buy some coffee, let's go eat our favourite food together, let's buy each other flowers, let's write poems for each other, let's write letter to each other, let's go shopping together, let's go on a walk together, let's just go buy groceries together, let's just get some juice and sit on stairs, let's go to the movies, let's go for a hike. let's just be together.

[succulentsiren]

As the legend tells, never believe men’s words, watch their actions and you will know everything.

Men will swear up and down that they won’t participate in ‘simp’ behavior yet the moment they find the girl they adore, all that goes out the window and they become natural providers and protecters who will willingly dote on and adore their partner. It’s literally in a their nature to be providers and care for women. It makes no difference how much they reject it or disown it in speech, it is the natural role they’ll eventually take.

[moghedien]

If Lae’zel raises that egg, the kid is gonna end up as a bard and it will be 100% because of her influence

[creatingnikki]

It's October 3rd and the first thing I think of is Mean Girls. The second thing is how much I crave spaghetti but how every time I am on a date or with someone I am just getting to know I never order spaghetti, always penne — it's easier to eat, it's less messy and isn't that what most people want to see and be themselves? I want to cook spaghetti but it's after midnight and I don't have the energy but the garlic and the olive oil and the freshly crushed black pepper call for me. But wait, first this, I need to write. The words need to come out. They have been brewing for so long but I couldn't decide if they should be made into a mocha latte or an iced Americano or a hazelnut Frappuccino so I let them keep brewing but now they must flow out even if as mediocre coffee. I've met more new people this year than last and in way more stable ways. Isn't that something to be grateful about? People I can have honest and good conversations with, people I can laugh with, people I can feel comfortable and safe with. That has become my new normal, the bare minimum, the benchmark. So maybe that's why I don't place any of them on the pedestal anymore or write obsessively about the time I spend with them. And that is a good thing. As good as anything has been this year. The seasons are changing. I am too.

[ask-captain-keating]

Students, poets, lads, etc.,

I will be sharing your next assignment here, and will share prompts intermittently to encourage writing out of the classroom. This is not required, but extra points will be added to the grade of whoever chooses to participate.

Your prompt for this first assignment is to write a poem or adjacent piece of writing about/ for your favorite person. This doesn't have to be about a fellow classmate, student, or even a human, just someone that you love more than anyone else. It is not imperative that you reveal who the subject of your work is, but if you feel it's important to the piece, please do so!

If you need a point of inspiration or an example to reference if you're stuck, I've provided a poem I wrote not too long ago. You can do something similar, or something wildly different, whatever feels right to you.

Everything Sings

Earl gray graces the sleep-filled soul,

joined by the echoes of a kettle's sweetly strung note,

and the familiar pang of the carillon's morning hymnals.

Myths of Genesis's flood remain reminiscent of a choir I know well,

this ark of Noah's reduced to a mere vessel for God and His ballads I dedicated to you.

John Charles Keating

Good luck boys, I look forward to seeing what you all create.

Best,

Mr Keating

PS. Those of you who are not students of mine are more than welcome to participate!

@first-unmanned-flying-desk-set @social-anxiety-and-poetry @phonecall-fromgod @radiofree-america @pittsie-boy @knoxious-overstreet @therealrichardcameron @head-of-the-dinner-table

[soujjwalsays]

Tum, main aur 2 cup chai?

“Some people will tell you there is a great deal of poetry and fine sentiment in a chest of tea.”

– Ralph Waldo Emerson

[trickstersaint]

i like to say that aromanticism is like experiencing shrimp emotions // april 9 2024

[the-bisexual-and-damned]

neil and todd are the type to go to the dining room section of an ikea, pretend like a married couple on the brink of divorce, in this big blowout and then not be able to speak to each other for days

[cowsabungus]

i read online about a skeleton discovered with disabilities, she was about 20 years old

her teeth were rotten and they believed

the community fed her sweets and dates to keep her happy

a community caring for a disabled life

with such love and care

but im not so sure about it

because my community would sooner see me rot

[the-monologues]

Letting someone go, even when you love them deeply, passionately, unexpectedly...because you know you are not ready to healthily commit cause of your trauma, makes you worthy of an applause.

Knowing that you saved someone from the abuse and scars which you are trying to heal from right now, shows how much you love them.

Not knowing if by the time you heal and are ready for them, whether they will still wish for you...and accepting that fact yet deciding to let them go...you deserve an applause for that.

[hersurvival]

1. Born in a hospital that's no longer around

2. Louisiana hurricane drills, my mom wasn't watching and I put a cockroach in my mouth

3. Stomach aches, leg cramps, unexplained bruises - cancer

4. If I don't make it, at least my parents have my sister and our brother

5. Remission, I started school, I walked there on my own

6. My best friend and I were separated, he knew nothing but domestic abuse

7. I had to meet weekly with a teacher, learn to control my anger

8. The new kid, making friends somehow has gotten harder

9. Middle School, in the presence of teenagers

10. The new kid, my step-dad tried to trap me upstairs

11. Depressed, the first time I held a blade to my arm

12. I'd like to leave this world now, my parents read my journal, told me I should kiss prettier girls

13. The new kid, my mother left, broke our promises, broke my heart

14. The new kid, I changed schools twice, new step-dad, all my parents do is drink, my first cigarette, my first relationship

15. We broke up, word spread, somehow now I'm a slut

16. The first time I ever got drunk, a friend of a friend of a friend assaulted me after I threw up

17. I'm found bleeding and crying on the ground away from the party, I skipped school until graduation, staying sober never lasted

18. I ran away to California, to my dad, but he only knew how to look at me with immense sadness

19. I rent my first apartment, I have a full-time job, my mother and my siblings followed me north

20. I'm a full-time student, culinary arts

21. I work all summer, trained as a cake decorator

22. I skip the ceremony but I receive my degree, find work in a restaurant

23. Quarentine, lock down, a global pandemic

24. My grandmother passes, bought a house with my partner

25. New job, new direction, certified as a forklift driver

26. I think I'm ready to get help, I'm just so scared and always so tired, who would I be if not this, though, it is all I know

27. I started medication, perhaps I'll quit smoking, I wonder if I can be good now, I want to be good now

[dailykafka]

— Franz Kafka diaries

[succulentsiren]

A woman that is a Siren has the power to attract all things, including abundant opportunities, admirers, healthy relationships, high value men and a succulent lifestyle.

- H.S.