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[itsanamhere]

Detoxing

I'm loving you & keep losing you in every possible way

I'm having you while thinking about how to keep myself away

I'm holding you so tight while I know you've already gone

You're playing but on emulator kid, the controller is I'm on

All the places I've been with you, I thought your heart was one of them

Ruby on your finger though, baby you lost a real gem

Well, it's high time to get rid of.. Don't you think so?

My insecurities are yelling at me, telling me to let you go!

[rqgnarok]

writing commissions are open!

enosupetop i do both fanfic works and poetry, as listed below, can work as an editor, beta reader, or english to/from spanish translator. i can write in both english and spanish, english isn’t my first language but it is the one i write with the most! 

fanfic:

→ $20 for 2000 words / $5 for every subsequent 500 words (flexible if necessary!)

→ what i write: x readers, ocs, character studies, slash and &, aus, headcannon fics, crossovers, song fics, and you’re welcome to ask for anything else. 

→ what i don’t write: minor/adult, incest (any kind of biological or adopted relations), non-con and rape, anything rooted on any kind of hate. 

→ main fandoms:

marvel (movies and series)

any movie from any phase

any tv show including agents of shield and moonknight.

star wars (movies and the clone wars series)

criminal minds

law and order: svu

teen wolf

it chapter 1 and 2

the last of us (series)

9-1-1 

bridgerton

stranger things

top gun & top gun maverick

supernatural

ted lasso

barry

hamilton

enola holmes

mission impossible

ask about a certain fandom!

poetry:

$5 to $10 per poem, depending on the details, flexible if necessary. 

give me a topic / certain words / prompts / any specifications and i work with them!

→ ways of payment

50% after i’ve accepted working on the commission and 50% after it’s been delivered. proof of payment also required :)

paypal and ko-fi

→ contacts

eleowrites@gmail.com

dm www.instagram.com/poetbitesback 

message www.rqgnarok.tumblr.com 

→ examples of work under the cut

fanfic:

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poetry: 

[justscribbledwords]

somedays you aren’t my best friend

somedays you are just the boy i fell in love with. somedays you are just the boy who didn’t love me back. so if you say certain things the same way on those days, i break. because i don’t know who i prefer, my best friend or my heartbreak

[haleyincarnate]

Poem by Eleonora Maciel

[etherealfroggy]

I Miss You

I stopped trying to text you

'Cause the wait became too long

What once was seconds, minutes, hours

Became days and days gone

And maybe it's really my fault

Maybe I'm not good enough anymore

Maybe you have something better to do

Or some better friends

Ones who really get you

But I miss you

I do

I miss when we texted for hours on end

I miss when the surest thing was that we were best friends

I miss when you'd call me every day of the summer

I miss when my presence didn't feel like a bother

And every time you finally find the time to reply

There's an elephant in the room; a tear in my eye

I imagine you've been texting all your other friends these past days

I imagine you do this out of obligation because I've already been replaced

I miss us

I miss you

But maybe my duty is due

[stargazerinmoksha]

sorry, it’s late, but isn’t she pretty?

[amphibrachic]

The gentle brag of her hands, as the graphite smudges stray marks on her pointed fingers, speaks soft:  I make,  I make,  I make.  I think if I knew how, I would sing, like honey and green, just so she could comprehend this wellspring of heart. She told me I was a cold exposure cityscape and I nearly cried, because the swish of goldenrod, lithe and upright jaundice, was closer to her tune. When I wished on a star, she drew me a constellation and sidereal sorrow was greater than the white joy of burning. Men like to call Sappho a poetess for her friends and so I guess I write compliments. The amicable delights  are filed in my jaw where the flute-teacher says I should keep my air. And there’s more room for breathing if you keep your tongue back. but my tone has always wavered and become airy, so I speak.  Abandoned reason cries out at the spongy, prolific organ, when I truly desire to become graphite:   an ironed syncope expressive of devotion. Now, I vomit up my heart  into a jar and name it  ‘Fig’, as if that will distance what it is from my chest cavity. It’s a pretty little bell jar where I used to keep fireflies and bees, stupidly hitting the glass sides,  like everything translucent was a way out. As she sketches out her future,   yellow, I make, I make, I make.

Let’s Call This a Plathitude

[local-seraph]

Eternity and nothingness

are not that far apart

Sisyphus is Icarus

in a Neverending flight,

Ulysses can only find his heart

when he hides himself,

and as a such when you flick your eyes

to meet mine

I turn away,

afraid that the intensity of

my feelings will turn you to stone.

You would've made a beautiful statue

your skin already looks like marble,

to my eyes,

you would seem at home

among the heavenly statues of Louvre,

I want to carve you,

but how can a muse worship a muse

and not anger the gods,

And if I shall be taken apart by menades

for not loving another

I will feed the white doves in Hylates,

and they shall take my soul's anguish

to their home in Paphos.

Many will smile

hearing my song in the ruins,

but you, dear Euterpe, will never know

"Song of Polyhymnia"

[astraque]

And when you smile at me,

your fingers curved around a muscle,

the sly bow of your fingernails digging

into the heart and the rivulets of blood

trickle down your teeth,

(or is it your tongue slipping forked behind your back)

--you are so contorted a mirage that has splintered,

i wonder do you think,

are you so sure in your footing

that your eyes scream innocence

When fox-king, pads into the shallow grave

you sleep in each night

as if an earth meridian can prevent moonlight

from revealing your soul

A patchwork of cobbled-together parts:

I see the snake’s tongue pressed into your shoulder blades

and the wings sprouting out of your forehead

but fox you are in your heart and I see you

ready to swallow it whole with your wolf-teeth 

Are you ready to pray? 

to the river water

to cleanse you of your sins

and has the blood congealed between your human fingers,

the only puzzle-piece that  you that you got right,

so you can’t beckon the pure

So smile at me

it won’t metamorphize you

into a creature

innocent

(and i sure as hell

won't’ smile back)

innocence//Azrael Fíernen

[itsanamhere]

Let's Love

I loved and I lost, between right and wrong

I felt to the fragile but it feels still strong

I didn't fall in the beginning, still not sure to make it to the end

I maybe never started because I'm too afraid of the end

I wanted to have a clear infront, to stay blurry in that mind

I was loud in there but the silence in between really worked kind

I was obsessed for a long, it taught me to be more patient

I want to have that all, I'm just running out of confrontation

I wanna live us as we long, between possibilities and heights

I don't mean eternity, let's love, as long as it feels right.

[mythologe]

olivia. for the song ask thing

O - Oh Darling by San Fermin

L - The Light (Her Hands Were Leaves) by Alexi Murdoch

I - In A Week by Hozier (ft. Karen Cowley)

V - Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks by The National (ft. Justin Vernon)

I - It Takes A Lot To Know A Man by Damien Rice & Cantus Domus

A - Alternate World (Alternate Age) by Son Lux

[haleyincarnate]

“Water Damage” by Olivia Larson (@poetbitesback)

[rhapsodyinblue45]

Breathe. Accept. You are not the wrinkles in bedsheets or faded stars you dipped dreams within. You are this face, long and crookedly smiling, accompanied by dark eyes with brows that feel the painful weight of time stitching together aches felt in others. Your hair threads into strands braided with midnight and a heart straying toward forgiveness. Peer through the shadows, the unlined eyes, these pale lips. There’s faith in those contours, desire behind your hips.

A two-minute look ©️Rhapsodyinblue45 6.23.18

Writing prompt by @poetbitesback about looking in the mirror, if only briefly.

[dirtysouthpawpoetry]

you hear howls in the night as something wild calls for you. in your dreams, you call back and chase after a shadow that you can’t define but it makes you feel free. morning and your shoes are too worn from running running running that you don’t remember. where were you going? what were you following? why does the rush seem wrong? there are so many things that linger in the night, maybe if you are lucky you can become one too.— maybe the monsters chose the better fate || O.L.  @poetbitesback

[amphibrachic]

I will come pouring out like radiation and with a vengeance set into my cavities.

Poem in Progress, Solar Revolutions

[alaskaisnothere]

Happy holidays! I hope you're having a good time :) when you receive this, you can spread the love and send this message to your ten favourite mutuals or whoever else you think deserves some holiday cheers

Oliviaaaa, I miss talking to you! Thank you so much for this, it put a huge grin on my face