#does this count as poetry?

[unbunlievable]

What if...

...Jonny at some point left, finding himself on a small asteroid. Backwater, some may call it.

What if at some point he had sustained an injury, perhaps to the eye.

What if he opened a bar, tempting fate for that fight he knew would end him. A bar that grew in size, until it was a casino as well.

What if he became known in this community, the establishment being known for its cards, for its one eyed owner with a name that started with a J. Was it James? Jack?

What if he met a young man at this bar, a man he knew. All at once he knew what he had to do.

What if he sent this young man, this boy out to do some tasks for him. Paying off his father's debts, Jonny tells this boy.

What if the boy returns one day with a coldness in his eye and a ticking in his heart. Jonny tells him it's for the best, parroting the words he was told so long ago.

What if he understands, all those centuries ago, the words said to him. It was for the best, for those lifetimes of adventure, for his crew, his family.

What if the boy can't see it in this moment. It dosen't matter anymore, Jonny's already played his part. He is shot, not that the bullet would kill him, not yet.

What if the bar burns around him, a falling piece of wooden beam peircing his heart. He can feel it in his bones, this is it.

What if, in his last moment, Jonny smells the smoke and thinks of Ashes. Remembers Tim as the smoke stings his eyes. Wonders if this lightness within him is what Raphaella felt when flying.

What if Jonny laughs, anger and joy and sorrow and humor and disbelif and relief all rolled into one. This backwater asteroid, where Jonny Vangelis D'ville ends his tale.

A backwater asterioid.

His beginning, and his end, all in the very same moment.

What if?

[chaosandthe-deadblog]

do you understand

(Mitski - A loving feeling | Bears in Trees - Simply Won't Believe It | Mitski - First Love/Late Spring | dexter - Maybe The Problem Is Me | Ricky Montgomery - My Heart Is Buried In Venice | Orla Gartland - Codependency | Bears in Trees - Seaside | The Walters - I Love You So | Gilbert O'Sullivan - Alone Again)

[frogwhomp]

[coldagain]

age

I'm growing older,

i can feel it in the slow numbing of my heart,

and the way exhaustion had indented a home in me,

in the way they tell me to suck it up,

(because you're worthless if you don't make them proud)

in the way I can't remember a time I wasn't decaying inside.

but I'm not growing up,

i still dream of fairytales, and dancing with the love of my life

i dream of flowers in a garden I grew in a home I made,

and friends who would stay,

i wish on shooting stars for pirate ships and magic,

swordfights, aliens, and travelling the world.

I'm growing older, but I'm not growing up.

but maybe, just maybe, that's a good thing.

- I survived 17 years on this round ball of gas and mud!!!!!! Here's to hoping that we're all going to be okay. :))

also, with the current rate I'm writing poems, I'm pretty sure I'll burn out in a few days lol.

[naughtybg3confessions]

[monsters-in-our-heart]

“Just a while longer…”

To hold you

To embrace you

Inhale your scent.

To taste your warm flesh.

Held between lips,

Impatient fangs longing to bite.

Pull,

Tear.

Stop!

Hold it,

Savour it.

Thine Urge be stilled,

quelled once more.

Take another breath.

Another moment.

A while longer

A while longer is all we need.

Just a minute,

No, an hour?

A day?

A year?

Another day to know you.

To touch, to feel.

To imagine,

To prepare.

Wonder (and ponder )what you’d look like when it ends.

When there are no moments anymore.

When the altar is ready. (For us)

can’t wait,

can’t bear it.

To know you will look so beautiful,

when the light leaves your eyes.

When your life fades and escapes you.

When you take your last breath just before I.

To watch each other’s end.

In ceremony,

murder,

In death.

By our design.

(But) until then.

Let’s have another minute,

Another hour,

Another Day,

A year.

Another breath.

Let’s be together,

Just a while longer…

[crowleys-hips]

do you ever love something so much that you push it away in utter fear of losing it, because you'd rather be the one in control of that than ever having to bear the feeling of it being ripped away from you? but then you inevitably keep gravitating towards it because it's got a sort of magnetic pull that you can't seem to ever escape from, no matter how much you've tried. and time and time again, you're bound to get burned. and no matter how much it hurts, no matter how much it scorches your hands to a crisp, you keep jumping in and out the fire. you've been doing this deadly dance for years and years, and your feet are aching, but you'll never stop. the mere idea of anything else is unthinkable. until one day, your greatest fear of all comes true. the flames extinguish. your legs break. you lose it.

anyway, i am very normal about good omens. it totally didn't force me look in the mirror. could never be me. i absolutely have no idea what all that is about.

[waitupimalittleslow183]

It’s Saturday, October 14th, 2023 at 10:31AM, and I have spots on my face before homecoming

I was awake until 11:45 last night talking to my best friend’s ex boyfriend 

Not like that

He’s mad at her for the way she’s acting after the breakup, she didn’t do it right

And I know I should be on her side

But he’s right

And I hate to know it

He’s right and is mad at me for being on her side 

I’m not 

I’m not on her side is what I told him but that’s not right either

I am. But I’m not

I know and love her as a person but I am not on her side

I don’t say this

I tell him that I want what’s best for her and I know she’s not a bad person

He tells me to stop trying and let her mess up her own life

I don’t know what to say

I’m done

I’m not on her side in the breakup

But I’m on her side in our friendship

But is there a side? 

Its not me versus her

Its her versus herself 

And I don’t know what to say to her boyfriend because he thought I was hiding things

I told him the time lines up

His brother texts me, we shouldn’t let her go to the next time we see eachother

We shouldn’t ?

But I’ve been planning this for months

Since she hasn’t been planning much lately

How can I tell her she can’t go 

Because the people invited after her don’t want her to

I think I’m crying

She’s grounded and may not go anyways

But I know she’s going to try her hardest to  come because she wants to see me

I tell two of my friends, the ones who’ve been talking to me about it

I say I’m done, no more arguments about the ex couple

I’m not going to the hang out and I’m sorry

One tells me I should stop talking to her

I know he’s overreacting but it makes me upset

The other tells me she needs a reality check

It’s true

The water is off In my house right now

But she’s coming over tomorrow 

I’m gonna be honest with her and it’s gonna make us cry

I stayed up talking to my best friend’s ex boyfriend last night

Not like that

He’s mad at her and wants me to stop trying

But I’ll talk to her tomorrow

Right now it’s 10:39 on Saturday, October 14th

And I have spots on my face before homecoming 

[penny-for-a-ring]

“Why do you like this show so much? It sucks”

I didn’t say it was good I said it held me when no one else did

[tearsonthepage]

i want to go home. im at home, in my bed, sure, but it's not about location. it's about that feeling of comfort. i want to go home, but i cant. because supposedly im already there.

[neverquiteastar]

I think I am waiting for something

I am not sure for what

[nonbinaryandnonexistent]

When life gives you lemons, life complains that you should have added sugar to your lemonade when life literally didn't give you sugar in the first place.

And when you point this out, life just says you should have had sugar in the first place because everyone else already has sugar and lemons, and you should be grateful that they gave you lemons.

And then when you point out that the whole reason why you wanted life help get the lemons and sugar for the lemonade is because you've been finding it harder and harder to get out of bed everyday, and going to the store to get the lemons and sugar takes a lot of energy you don't have, life calls you a lazy bitch and storms off taking the entire container of sour lemonade with them.

[coldagain]

drown

I know how it feels to sink

to feel the oceans taking you,

to hear the cool water breathe softly in your ears.

there's a dull thrum of life for just a second,

but then, everything's quiet, and you belong to no one.

At least,

you feel as if you belong to no one.

You're alive!

You're alive in death!

But more often than not, someone jumps in to save you,

and you can't drown after all.

(Question for you lovely people: do you guys like it if I add the context in the poem? Let me know!)

[yourpalghost]

just a reminder that my gender is when news paper ink rubs off on your fingers, a charcoal artists messy hands, when you find a word in a word search that isn’t on the list, the sound of windchimes in a summer breeze, the smell of gasoline and pine needles and dead leaves. 

my gender is peeling glue from your hands and the way little bugs join you on a blanket after you’ve been laying down for a while. My gender is finding animals and moving them from the concrete to the brush, saying hello to crows and the moon, dusting off grass from your bottom and knees after rolling around. 

My gender is a sleepy sunday afternoon and napping with the windows open, a discontinued mcdonald’s ice cream, wearing socks with the days of the week and matching it to the day by accident. my gender is wearing something as you grow until it hurts you because you aren’t that small anymore. 

my gender is a collection of experiences that made me who I am.

[greatwolfcloud]

The decaying trees, they weep, a lonely cry.

The black birds gather, mourning lost love from past tides.

The sweet smell of decay, a familiar warmth against the cold,

A bitter reminder of the pain that never will hold.

The crows, they cry, their hearts, their spirits they can't mend,

The dark of death and loss, a bitter end.

[cffneaddct]

to be seen.

Tell me, how does it feel?

When I tell you that it's okay to not feel like going out for the day.

Or when I tell you small details about yourself that perhaps even you didn't quite realise before.

When I noticed that you were hungry from the way your eyes stared at the croissant that I had just bought.

Or when I offered you a ride home because you were too lazy to walk.

Tell me, does it feel nice?

To have someone who cared and understood you when no one else would.

To have someone who gladly observes you when no one else would.

To have someone who offers to do things for you when no one else would.

To have someone who always volunteered for you to lean on when no one else would.

Tell me, how could you not realise?

Sometimes I want you to comfort me, but you don't seem to care or understand.

Sometimes I want you to notice me, but you never took the time to observe.

Sometimes I want to try the pastries you ordered, but you never offered them.

Sometimes I want you to walk me home, but you didn't want to be someone I could lean on.

Tell me, should I leave?

Should I leave you crying, because you didn't feel like yourself for the day?

Should I leave you feeling lonely, because no one is there to look at you?

Should I leave you hungry, because I don't want to share my food with someone else?

Should I leave you feeling scared, because no one is there to safely escort you home?

Tell me, how does it feel?

To not be seen?