#is it actually poetry though?

[miss-celestia13]

Grey November…

As the earth beds down

Winter’s bitter hands branch out

Leaves, shivering, falling

Rich in gold and burgundy

Crackling underfoot

Fleeting mosaic colors

Waning with the wax of the moon

The withering of the last summer rose

Petals gilded in rot

Thorns dulled and forgotten

As cold creeps through bodies and dirt

It bites, cheeks colored with blood

Teeth fashioned in ice

Wool and fleece, a feeble armour

Wind laced in frost

Winters savage breath

Clouds leaden and laden

Unleash their gelid burden in silver tears

Unthawed and icebound

As skin freezes over

And winter slips through your bones

The land decays, and you hide inside

Under blankets, and hope for kinder days

Winter is death

Come spring

Winters sacrifice ressurects the first blooms

And we forget

Until winter wakes once more

An ending is an ending

But balmy days soon return

Summer coaxed freckles and honeyed skin

Flowers flush, and the earth renews

Fingers of sunlight undo winter's glacial loss

Brave the seasons

Of nature and life

Slowly, we realize

An ending isn’t always

The End

It’s rebirth

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It’s very cold today. I can’t feel my face or toes. I was made for the Bahamas, and sunshine, not this baltic place! Please don’t judge my attempt at playing the poet. I have no grand delusions of my abilities. I just like words, and sharing whatever nonsense pops into my head here, and I have a lot of nonsense to spill 🤭 I simply wanted to make you all aware that I am fucking freezing. I hate it here. I am nothing, if not a dramatic bitch. If it wasn’t already obvious🤣 anyway, thaw me in May when the sun comes back for its two week tour, not a moment before! Thank you 😘❤️

Also, it’s technically still autumn. But Scotland only gets two seasons. Winter, and all of them, except summer, at once every other day of the blasted year.

[riddlerosehearts]

i really need everyone but especially anyone who romanced gale with a bard tav to know about this interaction from early access that larian took from us

[juha-art]

ELECTROCHEMISTRY- No one will ever want to sleep with you.

Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out, Richard Siken

[andstuffsketches]

a selection of robins

[basilpaste]

& he forgives you dogs are like that so loyal dead dogs are just happy you're here Let Dead Dogs Lie, Silas Denver Melvin (from Grit)

〔You grit your teeth so hard that they shatter into fangs.〕

[louis-disciple]

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦, 𝘐 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘖𝘧 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘴 | Maggie Smith

Interview with the Vampire AMC

[shitty-proendo-blackout-posts]

KYS KYS KYS KYS KYS KYSKYS KYS KYSKYS KYS KYSKYS KYS KYS

endos will never be valid. if endos didn't exist, people with DID would have rights. I'm a SINGLET and I know this!!!!! Y'all probably also think ur animals.

we arE animals.

[trickstersaint]

vacation bible school activity: where did you find god in your life today? // february 18 2024

[kinetic-chaos]

Post tmosth Espio when they least expect it

(I fucking love this game)

[dont-hug-me-its-yuri]

dead end job headcanons 321 go

I’m gonna try to keep these more lighthearted but if you guys want to hear a few messed up ones I can do that

. they are very fucked up mentally ill butches

. Briefcase specifically is transfem and bigender, using He/She/It pronouns (though all the talking objects use it/Its in some way in my mind)

. They usually spend a lot of time together at night, mainly because Briefcase is a workaholic and will stay up for hours doing paperwork while Coffin just doesn’t sleep a lot due to night terrors

. They both have autism they just don’t know it

. Coffin spends a lot of time doing research on flower language so Briefcase gets a lot of flower arrangements even if she doesn’t exactly what they mean

. They fight like an old married couple and they get into arguments a lot, they’re both stubborn and will take hours to apologize to each other

. Coffin is very touch-starved cause like look at them and Briefcase is one of the few people she’s open with regarding physical touch

. like she won’t violently push Briefcase off if he gives them a hug

. Coffin has given Briefcase a few of her necklaces/bracelets that are made of human bones, Briefcases accepts them but she’s like “These aren’t real bones…right?” And Coffin just stares

. Briefcase usually avoids eye contact while Coffin will stare deeply into your eyes with an unmoving neutral expression

.Coffin writes poetry for Brief sometimes, they're usually weirdly dark with a romantic undertone cause that’s just how Coffin does things

. Briefcase is a coffee person and Coffin is a tea person

. Briefcase is heavily allergic to cats but is willing to suffer for Deathbringer and Missile Launcher (Coffins cats)

only some of them but I love my fucked up butches <3

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

poems for Grac(i)e - (for @imissthembutitwasntadisaster on her birthday)

Maggie Smith, Good Bones // Gerard Way, How It's Going To Be // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // Griff, Vertigo // Elizabeth Bishop, One Art // Taylor Swift, You're On Your Own, Kid // Kim Stafford, At The Student Poetry Reading // Fall Out Boy, Baby Annihilation // @/daisies-on-a-cup // Stephen King, It

[simmyfrobby]

devils poem?

― How to Be Perfect, Ron Padgett

[amalgamationink]

NAPOWRIMO24 #9: ODE TO A PAIR OF PLATFORM BOOTS

[sokokoko]

I feel like sharing this. I wrote it a while ago based off my burn out :p

Burn Up, Burn Out, Little Star

Lately,

I've been

Thinking and thinking

But reaching no end

Squirrelling away

In that place my thoughts tend

I think that I’m sleepy

I think that I’m beat

A sec to rest

Would be pretty neat

I just want to close my eyes

Indulge in things that don't feel wise

What do I care?

Why should I care?

If things go wrong

There's a creature in my chest

Pacing, pacing, I can't rest

Pacing, pacing, back and forth

I'm scared you'll see it and my worth

The creature's in my brain

Doing its song and dance all over again

I'm here with it

The exit’s there, but I can't fit

The guiding light has not been lit

A single task becomes seven, eight, twenty

My plate has already got plenty

Burn up, burn out, little star

No one should wonder where you are

You're just a blip

Some shoulder’s chip

Your dreams have told you so

Your heart has told you so

By now you should know

You're just a blip

Some shoulder’s chip

That heavy heart

Is just the start

Oh, heavy mind, oh, weighty soul

Go back to hiding in your hole

Deep in your head, you can be just be

Cross the line to fantasy

Your problems don't dwell there

This hell won't follow there

Your mind and spirit turn to air

Now your body's lost its pair

It's all done and dusted, then?

You’ll come back to reality exactly when?

You can't just not exist forever

You know this farce is far from clever

You’ll dopamine yourself to death

Reality will steal your breath

With the punch you're soon to get

Are you feeling sick yet?

The creature’s in my insides

Pacing my lungs, my stomach, mind

It churns my gut to see them try

I can't reach back, oh, ceaseless ‘why's

I waste my time in just a blink

It churns my gut to watch me think

Reality is just a blip

Reality’s my shoulder’s chip

Burn up, burn out, little star

Your supernova travels far

That heavy heart

Is just the start

Your mind and body; worlds apart

[brown-little-robin]

AUGH

[academicgangster]

Man, sometimes you're really like 'so this terrible baby's first villanelle got published in an actual poetry journal?' and you reach the poet's profile section and they have a fucking MFA.