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your blood-stained hands are the one i want to treasure in this lifetime (random line for u to write something over)
Flickering lights, melting candles that will die down soon crumpled papers, thrown everywhere in the room with traces of blood, ink and paint of a life time sinking in the desk every day at 5 and pouring out own self on the white sheets be it by tears of eye or tear of skin
Waterline washed, drained and dried stains painted face, blue and violet with a reddish blush while the hands stained red from all the anguish and rage that fits in yet falls of the palm the fist that cuts itself trying to hold onto the story the misery the pain the helplessness
I was there once, stuck like she is there now Her blood stained hands are the one I wish to hold open, wipe the dust, dip them in care and fill them with love Make sure to take the steel away and draw stars on the scars
To treasure it the right way this time.
#tw gore#tw suggestive#tw self harm#kind of a poem to myself#sorry anon#if you didnt like it#thanks for the prompt#i loved it<33#zeuge writes
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the coward's way out
if the fates conspire that only one of us may live, then lover, it must be you.
i will save you the grand speeches about how you are good and deserving. you are. you are. you are, but in the end, that is not the reason why.
the world may call me brave or strong or selfless but lover, you know the truth don't you?
in the end, i am only more afraid of facing a world without you than i am of facing death of facing anything.
in the end, i am only too weak to be the one left behind to pick up the pieces of a broken life a broken promise a broken heart and keep on bleeding when the blood in your heart is already dry.
i'm sorry. i'm sorry. but will you let me be selfish one last time?
can i ask you to live for me? to face what i feared most so that i might find peace in my eternal sleep with a smile upon my face?
if it is cruel of me to ask, then i beg you to forgive me. or curse my name and hate me if you must, only live.
only live, my lover so that my life and my death and all that came in between may mean something. may mean everything.
#spilled ink#poets on tumblr#poems on tumblr#writeblr#writers on tumblr#poetics#sometimes i write like some kind of possession#i had a brief thought of 'sacrifice as a selfish act?'#and then i was just like. speaking this poem to myself#out of the blue#i fixed some things from the first spoken draft obviously but#the rhythm of this feels important to me#and i'm not convinced i did the best job of linebreaking it#but it will do#The coward’s way out#why yes I did update the title a week later#this feels much cleaner#not giving away the thesis in literally the first word#Technically before the poem even starts
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i saw the tv glow and took a breath that was the and biggest most satisfying lung-full of air in forever and a day oh that O² oh me oh my and oh hell how i simultaneously choked asphyxiated suffocated so utterly and so completely to the sound of my own slow death but somehow still managed to drag my stiff bones home to the place that is safe though that word has a different meaning for me yet now here i am i am here stuck like a pig on a spit roasting myself in the very room i allegedly live in and can't stop won't stop staring at my notself my very wrong reflection in the cruelly mirrored on/off too-big screen friend and am crying and crying and smiling and smiling because maybe just maybe there is still time for me and for him there is there is there is is there is there is there though where is it i can't see it can't see that time and what if it's because it's run out actually run away from me what then what then what oh how about this i could just stop time again and make art of the way i've been destroyed and put back together a billion times a day all day everyday ad infinitum for my too-many years on this mad spinning rock yes what about this and what about that how about if i draw something write something with all of the snot and the tears and the sweat and the blood and the piss and the shit all of it because it is everydamnwhere all over the place hanging around or hanging on wait no no wait i know i'll just sit here instead and write this void post to my phone from my head to my phone like i'm dead dead already then i'll scramble myself like the egg that i am to wipe my face clean and put on an old shirt and comfort show and some graces whilst having at it and apologising more and again to everyone all of them every thing living dead in both worlds real and not both the ones in my head and in each and every universe the multi quantum static channel and say sorry so sorry i'm so so sorry for that and for this and for hernotmehim for your fiction and mine and for the terribly simple and complex horror that is my hellish existence a blight on all yours but it's okay even though it's really not really no more please i can't well okay just one more time yeah it's okay it's alright i'll just keep smiling keep breathing and keep dying again yeah just like this just like that because hey it's okay as it is always 10.30pm on a saturday night somewhere, right?
#i saw the tv glow#trans#i am a trans guy trapped in this woman's body that isn't mine because how do i take my kids mother away from them#i'm repressing myself and i don't know how to stop#so fucking raw rn i don't know what to do#so here have this#stream of consciousness#poetry#poems#kind of#tw death#tw dysphoria#horror#hope#etc#transgender#transmasc#how do i do this#how tf do i do this
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In the labyrinth of negativity, ambition becomes ensnared, trapped within the thorns of doubt. Each step forward is met with the echoing whispers of failure, suffocating the flame of aspiration. Amidst the barren landscape of despair, dreams languish, withered by the relentless storm of pessimism.
#get motivated#motivation#motivating quotes#motivación#motivating myself#motivateyourself#reading#poem#love poem#artists on tumblr#long hair#poetry#life quotes#life lessons#life#lifestyle#life series#thought#kindness#emotions#meaning of life#library#landscape#lit#lol#lgbtq#long reads#love#literature#death note
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Dear Sensitive Soul
A collection of heartfelt messages and prose poetry
Chloë Jade
#dear sensitive soul#sensitive soul#sensitive#soul#sweet soul#sweet girl#gentle#the world is cruel#stay kind#stay soft#be good to yourself#be good to each other#i love you#book#bookblr#books and reading#mental health#healing myself#healing#letting go#poetry#writers and poets#poem#poems and quotes#poems and poetry#gentle soul#prose poetry#poems on tumblr#poetry book#everyone loves you sarah♡
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Something something Wren saying he'd propose to Kiawe with the Ring of Fire.
#I think I am so genius for this#Was writing some shitty poem and wrote “the Ring of Fire would be around your finger.” WOW KIND OF SURPIRSED MYSELF WITH THAT ONE#It's so kiawren becuz the ring of fire is known as where there are many volcanoes and there's a tectonic reason behind it#Not only is it a 'ring' but if I say that I mean it with all the desire and dedication of the volcanoes of the world#Reminder that he loves volcanoes#Kiawren#I love kiawren#I don't care how this would work in the pkm.n world#He will be subjected to my reality becuz I can ground our love to so many larger things like mythologies and this kind of stuff#HOW IS HE NOT REAL I NEED TO SAY THIS TO HIM I WANT TO KNOW HIS REACTION FUCK MY STUPID BAKA LIFE#Wren chirping
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Hi🫶🏻 this is peak stream of consciousness writing so beware: cringe ahead (nonetheless I’d be happy if someone read this lol it would mean a lot)
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The sky is blue
The grass is green
Still my mind is playing tricks on me
if what I feel and what I see would be less real
Then maybe I’d have a lot less ghosts
roaming around and fighting me
i am so tired, do you know
it takes everything in me to be this strong
I cannot stay, but I cannot go
who the fuck wants to die alone?
I guess I do, It’s all I know
an eternal curse put on to me
thanks to my lovely family
I do love them, I cannot lie
it’s just this feeling i’ve got inside
would someone love me for
who I am, this wretched mess
who am I kidding- of course they won’t
This life is all just for show
wish someone had told me this once before
just let go of your fears and ghosts
they’ll come back sooner or later anyway
no point in driving yourself crazy
wish I could believe this sage
I still choose to put the blame
all on me
it’s kinda sad
i don’t why
i won’t be loved, I won’t be liked
what can I do?
maybe I should just stop
#my poem#original poem#poetry#my own thoughts#my writing#my words#mental health issues#mental health awareness#i swear I’ve written better stuff before#but i just felt like posting this#but who am i kidding I’ll probably delete it later anyway#lol#liesmultixxx talks 🩵#this is me hi#my thoughts#maybe someone can relate#kind words are appreciated!#and constructive criticism of course#I’m no writer i just like to express myself in odd poems apparently#feeling insecure
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just wrote a poem about platonic love and amatonormativity and turned it in for an assignment. the metaphor i used could not be more straightforward. let's see how it gets misconstrued in class tomorrow.
#friday chats#friday vs post-secondary school#sorry i'm kind of in a mood#last time we shared poetry in class the only comment i got was from this really judgy girl who derided the style i used#and nitpicked a deliberate choice i made#and i just fucking know she's going to judge this one too#it's in a similar style as the last one (just without rhyme and a bit looser with meter)#and once again i'm proud of it#so i'm just. bracing myself for the inevitable.#for what it's worth i do eventually want to add some of these poems to my neocities site#bc I Am Proud Of Them. i'm no poet but i'm having a good time. so that'll happen at some point probably
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lonely is the muse is so so precious to me.
yeaaaaaars ago, i wrote a lil poem. obv words are not as golden and lyrical as h’s (they are a genius) but i felt like i heard my poem in a halsey song and that was so fucking unexpected. i don’t share my poems with any other soul but i wanted to for this one.
it’s now canon. lonely and forgotten is the muse.
#halsey i love you SO MUCH#i love halsey too much#lonely is the muse#halsey#im embarrassed#be kind to me i don’t call myself a poet i just write some shit sometimes#poems and shit#dropped a new song go check#i feel a new h inspired tattoo coming#if you see this post and also have litm tattoo ideas drop by we can share ideas
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Hi! I love your work, and it's wonderful to hear you might start writing poetry again. I hope it goes well, and please be kind on yourself ❤️
For the three words: silver, fall, power.
No pressure and feel free to ignore this entirely! I just wanted to tell you that it's great to see you around again.
Thank you for the kind words, love! It's wonderful to be back and be met with so much love. Please know that your support is infinitely encouraging and infinitely appreciated.
My darling, for you I wish to be silver like the full moon dancing on silent feet silver like the first sleepy snowfall of winter silver like constellations shimmering in a peaceful night. You deserve a soft-spoken silver as shining and carefree as bellchimes. But darling, all I know how to be is silver like a sniper's scope staring from the rooftop silver like spikes of hoarfrost glinting on barbed wire silver like starfall crashing down in a shattered sky. I am made to be a sharp-edged silver as powerful and deadly as bladesteel. I ache that I cannot be a lullaby singing you to sleep. I weep that I cannot be a flashlight in your darkest night. I mourn that I cannot be a diamond ring on your finger. But I will be the sentry standing guard at your doorstep. I will be the smooth tongue to lay your enemies bare. I will be the chainmail wrapped around your softest spots. And darling, perhaps if you are so very kind if the world is so very forgiving if my fate is so very lucky-- Then perhaps, my dearest darling, that can be enough.
#sylvie speaks#asks silver#three word prompts#wowie i am indeed very rusty!!#i can feel myself falling back onto familiar tropes familiar imagery familiar patterns#because they come easiest to me#but i am trying to be kind to myself as you said#besides -- this is the first real poem i've written in... at least two years#and that counts for everything on its own#poetics
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A consoling message from Lemony Snicket (an original poem)
Dear Reader,
If this letter finds itself in your hands I am immensely hopeful that you are the Intended recipient. Correspondence has Been known to be inaccurate before, A word which here means “there are better ways to deliver sensitive information than by carrier pigeon” (No matter who you are, however, Please make sure to feed Wilbur some Sorghum, millet, or even sunflower seeds Upon receipt of this letter. Those are his favorite.)
As you know (at least if you are who I Think you are), it is not easy to complete Baticeer training with a full course load, Ask the right questions in the wrong environment, Earn a living while you are spending it, And write essays on an empty stomach.
You might find yourself thinking That you ought to have known better, That of course ill-fitting glasses come from ill-meaning optometrists, That leaking roofs require attention before monsoon season, That you can only order so many root beers before The waiter tells you to leave the restaurant, Even if the person you have scheduled to meet three hours ago Has not yet arrived.
But in a world that is wretched And makes a wretch out of you, There is no greater defiance than to Speak to it kindly. Collect your fearful doubts and doubtful fears Nothing is nobler in a face of tears Than to keep going.
In all this noise May you find the corner of the library Where it is quiet.
— L.S.
#original poem#lemony snicket is one of my favourite writers and his books were a huge comfort for me growing#wrote this for a poetry assignment and the prompt was to write in another person's voice#twas at a time where i really needed someone to tell me to keep going and so i wrote this letter to myself in his voice as an encouragement#and it kind of helped a lot#so even though it's kind of dumb i wanted to share it here in case it could help someone else too :)#lemony snicket#asoue#atwq#a series of unfortunate events#all the wrong questions#poems#poetry#daniel handler
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#i uh. wrote a poem. sorry if its bad 😭 im actually kind of proud of myself bc ive never written a full poem like this before#pls feel free to tell me ur thoughts#ALSO dont take the bible stuff too seriously i know joseph appears in some prayers its just i usually only hear marys name when ppl pray#around me#original poem#poetry#original poetry#mother son relationship#txt
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"my favorite romance trope is like. you don't want to hurt me but i am asking you to hurt me." and other things on the nithvinn board that make me go dan howell biting controller tearful edition (op)
#the citrus speaks#healing hands#what's funny is that i actually saw it as a suggestion on the home page#and then it refreshed and i couldn't add it#smth smth inherent intimacy of surgery etc. among other layers that my brain is way too fried to get into#technically you could also apply this to their emotional healing and how they're a part of helping each other with that#see also The Name Talk™#it's more metaphorical and speaking in terms of vulnerability#and in “i am opening myself to you” but like#yeah#that's not a good explanation brain fried#anyway regardless of why it's there i am :yells:#and now i kind of wanna write about the inherent intimacy of surgery but like. as a poem#also hey i just remembered that yaevinn has canonically like...stabilized nithral and saved his life. crazy#which is like “yeah duh” but like no listen i just realized that yaevinn did first aid with what i assume is. very little if any firsthand-#-experience#anyway sorry these tags are a brain dump#idk what i'm talking about XD
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ugh reading a book of poetry based on really liking a single poem and then the rest is just sort of mid navelgazing with extra space is really depressing for some reason
#also makes me think well. why am i beating myself with hammers all the time and refusing to send anything in. if this gets published#when i know exactly why this got published; did a supposedly relevant MA about it at a place where they formed the relevant connections#which would just be good planning if it led to good poetry!!! but half the time. bad.#of course this is entirely subjective. might be fairer to say i just often don't like the output produced by that kind of career path#i think this is maybe because well. what are you writing poetry about. you don't seem very interested in anything beyond your own emotions#vague ideas about 'nature' might have developed into original ideas if you had studied something related to nature instead#writing poetry about trees without knowing anything about trees usually just ends up as particularly boring poetry about people#not even good poems about people because the only people you seem to socialise with are in creative writing MA programs. oof.
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The Lover's Perusal
I collect seashells as I collect scars. It isn’t like I’m overly careless, Years spent tirelessly turning Shell over lustered shell, tossing each Into those soft caressing waves.
I watch them wash over the ground, Spreading out like a million hands Carved beautifully out of marble. The shells never stay in one place and I am too picky to let my eyes linger too long.
I wash over each shell, swiftly Moving on. I do not disturb; nor Do I wish to stay as the floating ash From some nearby fire flutters Like a million wings before my salty eyes.
I see a word form on each piece. My eyes scurry from page to page, hoping to find the truth For my soul that still, after all, wishes To hold a single shell to its ear.
If I wait. I can wait and let myself be washed Under each wave, caressing and gentle. Sweep me up and turn me over, Place me down on my knees And my face on the ground.
A single shell presses hard Against my skull, against my mind: Still steadily pressing inward. I am afraid It will break me. I am afraid it will take me. I do not fear such a change.
#I wrote this six years ago and totally forgot about it#I found it a few weeks ago and honestly didn't recognise it#I was completely floored and had to check who wrote it before I realised it was my own#This is the kind of validation I need—from myself.#poem#poetry#dark aesthetic#dark academia#dark poetry#chaotic academia#romantic academia#grief#loss#cottagecore#warm#love#romantic#writeblr#creative writing#spilled ink#spilled poetry#mine#original#personal#Sylvia Plath
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You don’t know what it’s like to be soft
Until you know what it’s like to not be hardened by guilt and pain
#half assed poetry#existentialism#fragmentedforrest#rambles#writeblr#writers and poets#writers on tumblr#poetic isn’t it#poertry#poetblr#poems on tumblr#poetic#poets on tumblr#poem#poetry#pain and suffering#i wanted to be softer#i wish i was softer#i miss myself#kindness is hard#sad thoughts#sad poem#sad poetry#sad post#sad writing#writerblr#writblr#writing#my writing#written sadness
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