#more poetry

[starofhisheart]

yeah.......

sorry

And now, something fun to close out the post:

[ronnieweirdo]

I feel like

I would have forgiven you

If you killed me fast.

But you always come back,

With that soft fleeting melody,

And I fall with your favorite smile,

Into what I now call your lies.

I chuckle as I write this.

Because I do it every time.

I justify your crimes

Better than you do.

I say its not your fault,

That it’s the sad in you.

And I die again.

[sorry-sucker]

[lovely-number-7]

"Always For The First Time" by André Breton

There is a silk ladder unrolled across the ivy

There is

That leaning over the precipice

Of the hopeless fusion of your presence and absence

I have found the secret

Of loving you

Always for the first time

@sissytobitch10seconds more poetry, because I am a nerd.

[froggowivdagudvibes]

[jadeelizabethh5]

the curse of the woman

i sit in the passenger seat of the car bought by my stepfather.

my mother sits behind the wheel

and for a moment i look into the sliver of eye behind her glasses

and i see myself in return

like a mirror i see my future

the damning fate of all women

the curse of becoming like your mother

and this isn’t new,

this happened to my mother and yours and their mothers.

it’s brings us back to the first woman

a primal thing.

the fate of becoming maidservants at the heel of men.

to be not powerless now but even worse tricked with the idea that it’s not exactly that

the illusion of power in the modern woma

[iwritegreasersnotsocs]

I feel like I'll never be enough.

That no matter what I do

What I accomplish

I'll never do enough

And I'll never be enough for you.

****

If you're the parent

And I'm the child

Why do you always look down on me?

You say you love me

And that you're proud

But then you twist your words around behind my back.

You say my life is lacking

That I'm not doing enough

Not trying hard

And that I'm just not accomplishing anything.

You make me feel weak.

You make me feel worthless.

Like I'm a failure

A burden

A lost cause.

Why am I always a disappointment to you?

Why can I ever do anything right?

You see me falling

Yet you don't try to help

And instead only put more weight on me.

****

Do you just like to see me burn?

Do you like to see

The fire tear at my body?

The flames ripping

Apart my skin?

[aureentuluva70]

"The Eithel Nínui, also called the Fountain of Tinúviel, was a fountain found on the plain of Tumladen. It is said to have been created by the tears of Lúthien falling down on the plain when she and Beren were flown over it by Thorondor and his vassals. Its water was recounted in song as having had healing powers until it was destroyed in the Fall of Gondolin."

-Tolkien Gateway

[ireallyamabear]

when softly a new day - the middle of the week begins i open my eyes not yet wise to what truth emerges the distant agitation that my heart remembers of these glory days is swept up by the cruel cold and lonely hands of fate when i see surely now - the pain! oh cry out - no new installment of the show i love

[littlebodyinkheart]

Words.

Slowly, oh so slowly, I pull my hand away from his chest.

But Capricorn catches my wrist.

“Please” he chokes out.

“Please, I need....” I feel his words get caught in his throat as though they were mine.

My darling, there's no need for words.

Oh, but he has to.

He just has to.

I wait.

“I need you..” he breathes, and blinks once, his pale eyelashes fluttering, as a single stray tear sprouts a river down his cheek.

Guided by his own, my hand finds it's way back to his bare chest. And I feel his heartbeat, through my arm, as though it were an extension of my own senses. His breaths are shallow, and his silver eyes unmoving, an endless expanding universe behind them as he looks up at me.

They once more flutter closed as his lips meet mine.

[mister-jekyll]

Dreams

The boy went into the land of dreams.

Their dreams were not as it seemed.

He was above a crowd on a scaffold.

He felt the world’s hatred below their feet.

They swore at him and called evi the devil.

It soon was made to lay on his stomach.

The blade of the maiden soon fell.

The pain came and it went black.

The boy awoke and cried.

It was all a dream, right?

Thank god.

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

imagination (1963) - harold ordway rugg

"chekhovs cat / schrödingers razor / occams gun"

[ronnieweirdo]

It gets harder to open this book,

Cause when i do, there's a mirror to look,

And show all the bloody things,

i wanted gone like summer flings.

Cross my heart and wish to die,

My secret is that i want to fly.

To the stars so far and high,

For to me, the end feels neigh.

Snuffle me during the dinner table talk,

Kill me in that pretty little frock.

Tear apart all my colours you hate,

But here it'll lay, in my green gate.

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[potatoesandsunshine]

everything u need to know about me can actually be explained by the fact that i read that poem about the serving girl wearing the pearls so they're warm for her mistress when i was like 11 and it rewrote my brain chemistry forever

like this Changed Me

[readingrat5657]

Inspired by Bök's "Chapter A" (sort of)

A dare assigned because teacher wants creativity stimulated. Assignment makeup askew, anatomy addled. Anymore cannot add. Sparring. Challenge? Absolutely.