#poem from my fiction

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

Tear down the Firmament

Force Paradise to be

In this hellscape

Of Creation

.

.

.

Let the Righteous gaze upon

What their past lives

Have wrought

[coolnonsenseworld]

When Keith says he'd break the world in half to protect him, Lance says he'd put it back together for him.

Out of all the Universes they got to know, the other is still closest to home.

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[poemsonmars]

and it always comes back

to your willingness

to destroy yourself

for the slightest chance

that someone might

care enough to stop you.

-mars

[fatimaamerbilal]

fatima aamer bilal, from my heart has claws.

[text id: now what am i supposed to do with my hands if i can’t hold yours?”]

[thewaitingluna]

I cannot afford to be vulnerable, I hope you’ll love me in consideration.

[strawberrywinter4]

Forbidden Love

An impossible feeling that consumes the very soul.

At first it’s subtle, a spark that lights between them, creating a dim flicker of possibility.

They attempt to ignore it, but when they’re unable to clear the thought of each other out of their mind, it’s like a growing addiction which they haven’t even tasted.

Unspoken words, speeches of pure interpretation, suggestive stares that halt the heart in a stutter.

Heavy breaths, “accidental” touches, lips brushing hesitantly, though desperately.

Seeking quiet corners, craving a sanctuary for solitude, quick declarations of desire, grappling onto one another’s shirts for leverage of the fact that they are in deep conflict.

This is against the rules. This is a path to a ruinous result.

They know it will end in sorrow. They know it will crush both of them, rip them apart in every accessible way.

But when their lips touch and when they hold onto each other for dear life, their breaths shallow and their hands wandering in need to feel, it’s worth the inevitable destruction.

[ghostoffuturespast]

Incoming, motherfuckers.

(x)

[mytalesandyou]

" I feel either you'll make me kneel for you this time Or win this argument cause the way you unravel me everytime brings me to my fucking knees and yet I can't help but worship you just like the way you are, Magnificent. "

- Rz

[khufiya-khaufnak-antariksh]

Maybe I should dabble a little more in poetry

[albeckett]

samuel beckett as paul klee's angelus novus (new angel; 1920)

+ laurie anderson, the dream before (1989) + walter benjamin, theses on the philosophy of history (early 1940s) + + s.d. chrostowka, angelus novus, angst of history (2012) + gershom scholem, Gruß vom Angelus (greetings from the angelus) (1921)

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

A Paladin's Remorse

I watch blood drip from shining steel As widows and orphans scream Over righteous proselytizing zeal

Where is God in this hell we have wrought? Where is Deuhiim's divine loving grace? Where is His Holy embrace?

Is it in the ditch we set the pyre? Is it laced in the corpse scented plumes? Is it in their temples we set fire?

"Blessed, are thou, who share My love!" "O'believer! Through faith you are set free!" "Rest, ye weary, under My palm's canopy."

Words I read with starry eyes of youth Were hallow lies of hate and ire Peddled as divine words of truth

If this work of mine be the work of God If it truly be His sacrement Let me burn in the fires of Infernal torment.

    -Unsigned poem from a Paladin, serving in Deutoria's Divine Legion. Discovered under his hanged corpse, somewhere in the Vuhn'dahar Mountains.

[early-october-snow]

My mother created this version of herself in my mind. This person who tells me no one loves me, I don’t deserve it, the people around me are disgusted by me. She whispers cruel words in my ears, pointing out every roll, every extra bit of pudge, every pimple, every unattractive curve, every wispy strand of hair out of place. 

She makes me hate myself. 

Some women they- they aren’t made to be mothers.

[christiancurrywritten]

Head Over Heart

He looked at her one last time before saying goodbye

The look in her ocean-blue eyes told him what he needed to know

He had completely shattered her

She wasn't the same woman as before

It was time for her to go

-Sometimes life stops us in our tracks

It makes us doubt and fear

It makes a girl like her ask...

Why am I here?-

The tide was strong, pulling those ocean-blue eyes away

What can I do? He asked

What do I say?

I broke her heart...

Can she ever forgive me?

-She will eventually-

Forgiveness...

Forgiveness is the way to break the chains off your very own wrists

There's no point in hanging on to them anymore; just let go

Your enemies are running around free

While you place yourself on deathly gallows

Please let go

Break the chains before they take you

It's time to rise up again

Brush yourself off

I know it's hard and it hurts but you can do it, my friend

This is not the end

A beautiful future awaits you

Sons and daughters...

Sadness and laughter...

Accomplishments and failures

Her ocean-blue eyes now have a golden glow

They sparkle when the sun sets

Why?

Because she broke the chains on her wrists

Those who don't rid of them usually spiritually die

Your heart will beat faster for certain people

Unfortunately, your head doesn't work the same way

So many situations will pull at your heartstrings

It's kind of a tragic beautiful human work of art

Just remember, head over heart

Emotions fade away

You're still here

Live for now

Use your head

Live for today

[fatimaamerbilal]

fatima aamer bilal, from her garden yearns more for visitors than water.

[text id: i still don't know how to hold your hand without regarding the ugliness of my own, / but i can't contain my soul from enveloping yours.]

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

final workshop of my degree is happening today :)

[queerstudiesnatural]

derealisation kicking my ass lately. been feeling like i've been living three days in one and at least two of them were dreams. what if i went to sleep at 9:30pm to shut my mind up