#muse of the poets

[unresurgeance]

The Goddess of an imaginary light ✨

aka The Muse of the Poets and her poligon husband god

[geekygoo]

How much does Polokus misses his wife?

[lonelimbless]

Finally... I found it

[4suitedplayingcard]

Ok Ramen fandom, here’s another theory/headcanon I made, this time it’s a lil sadder but just as nonsensical. (This time in the form of blurbs n shit.)

[budugu]

If this post gets a lot (let's say 10k because that's impossible) I'm going to start writing poetry again .

[vodkatales]

For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.

[jaggedjawjosh]

You asked for my trust, then marred it with betrayal, wondering why the faith was lost.

[melanthaeunomia]

Don’t you just love writing a 16 paragraph fanfic but cant even write a 3 paragraph essay for a school topic

[charles-simmons]

Btw, that "no" that Neil told Todd was more romantic than all the love poems I've ever seen

[meanwhilepoetry]

Every woman I have ever loved is still working out how to love herself. Has a closetful of ghosts and has been to a hundred funerals of the women she used to be. Wonders what wounds her mother carries that she will never know about. Hopes that the weight of the world doesn't eventually crush her, that she is strong enough to handle it all. Wishes a day will come when she can put it all down, give her aching shoulders a rest. Wants someone to truly see her and not make a feast of her kindness and dreams. Is forever hiding a secret hunger for what calls to her in the dark. Holds a universe inside her, but has been told to make herself smaller despite the paradox. Praise be that universes are not in the business of listening to anyone but themselves. Every woman I have loved has thought about it. The art of disappearing. To be here one day, and the next, like smoke, simply gone.

- Nikita Gill, Every Woman I Have Ever Loved

[bibliophilliqueee]

[poetryofmuses]

I want to be someone's muse, the object of someone's desires. I want to be something somebody thinks about all day. I want to be painted on a canvas by a painter, to be written in words by a poet. I want to be the inspiration for somebody's art.

[jo-icarus]

Oh, to be a muse: a poet's bleeding ink on the burning manuscripts, a painter's crazed strokes on a bloody canvas. A writer's tortured mind on the lips of an audience. To be seen yet unknown. To be known yet modeled into poetry, art, stories, books, paintings, to stare at your soul in a museum, unaware and loved.

[lonelimbless]

Related to the previous post. Plus, getting somewhere with her design. (and don't mind the rushed Rayman)

[leonardospoetry]

dreamy

[theartoffresco]