#poetry about my crush

[sorrcha]

benthic angel

was writing about lake sturgeon for a class assignment and showed one of my friends what i'd written.. he then sent part of it back to me with line breaks to turn it into a poem! i just had to draw something for it :]

poem text under the readmore:

lake sturgeon don't know that they're endangered. They don't know anything - other than the muck at the bottom of the water column and the occasional passing touch of another.

really touched by how my friend turned my technical writing into poetry. i haven't tried to write creatively in months, so it's nice to see i've still got it- and nicer still that i could get so inspired by my friend, since i haven't made nature art in a little while, either :>!!

[ibrithir-was-here]

Been watching OTGW and this silly little idea popped into my head and I had to doodle it quick xD

[adwox]

0918XX

[euphoniouspandemonium]

portrait of the lover from memory (blue hour), a poem by yours truly // transcript in alt text

Hehe have some gay shit

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[toomanyfandomsorkinafs]

When a flower blooms, you come right through the petals so gracefully like dance. Your thoughts so pure I feel them cleaning mine of my impurities. I wish I knew what made you so beautiful to me. I wish to find out how to make myself beautiful to you. It’s a dumb wish that could never be granted but I hope to bring so light to you. Maybe it would allow me become more like you, such a beautifully coloured flower shining in the sun.

Let me into the petal that shows how your skins glitters and glows in radiant colours so bright. I want to captivate you in the way you have for me. So please, my darling, let me become one with the flowers you so gently take care of. With your hands so soft and so tenderly speaking to them as if they were a child. Oh please my darling, let me be yours.

[catastrxblues]

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[the-writing-frog]

I Love You, I Think

I love you,

But not like that.

I want to be with you,

But not like that.

You make me feel so much,

It's hard to describe.

You make me feel

Safe. Wanted. Home. Loved.

I want to love you,

Give you this feeling too.

I want you to feel home,

Give you this feeling too.

I love you.

More than a friend,

Not like a lover,

I just love you.

I wish to be

The reason you smile.

I want to be

The reason you laugh.

I don't know how else

I'm supposed to say

I love you,

I'm home with you.

But I'll just keep saying,

"I love you,

I love you,

I love you."

[t00thfull]

separation for the sake of us

slowly, the ache will lessen. my stomach will stop turning over and over and my heart will slow down, it'll take a breath. my body will relax, and i'll be able to look you in the eye.

i will build distance, a step at a time. and eventually, i will be out of reach. you will be out of reach. it'll feel normal; the space between us, like every other friend. you'll be like every other friend.

nothing will be below the surface, nothing will lurk there, no monsters, no fish in the sea. i'll stop feeling this way, and things will get easier, and this ache will be gone.

[olymtrash]

[life-ruined-me]

I think the years of repressed “I’m really a boy” are catching up to me 🙃

[hecksupremechips]

I always heard people say that Layla should’ve gotten with Warren Peace instead of Will in sky high but guys come on it’s 2023 we all all know she and warren were just bearding for each other I’m sick of pretending they weren’t

[psyche-tips-the-candle]

You always leave me lying in the dust

Cause you know that when you call me I'll come running

So hurt me, beat me, break me if you must

But this time I'm not coming back again

I always feel we're running out of time

And there's nothing I can say to keep you waiting

I've been crying, begging, pleading for a moment's notice

But this time I'm not coming back again

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

Update from the Fortune's Favor mines where I live when FFXIV isn't around:

We fought a big ol manifestation of an ancient white dragon's grief and rage and sense of loss after it was sealed away through multiple lifetimes in a grave of magical holy chains. Which is to say, we had, uh. A bit of a rough time. But thankfully it was all ice and snow, and we have both a four elements monk and a druid, plus three tieflings for whom fire is a nuisance at best. So naturally, Amon unloads a fireball, Rona unloads a firestorm, and we are rewarded with the knowledge that this thing is HURT.

Unfortunately, we get back to the big guy's turn before we can finish it off. Good news: it is on top of a building, and can't easily reach Rona, who is a halfling and thus too short to be in his range. Bad news: Amon is literally right in front of it. It tears into him with a combined 45 points of damage in one blow, and is going on for a second, when Amon casts Hellish Rebuke, for 19 points right back.

Our DM looks down at his sheet.

Now, loyal readers, we have only recently begun to use webcams for our online game. We've all met in person several times now; there's less awkwardness about seeing each other's faces. So I had the privilege to watch, in crisp HD picture, as our DM looks up and says, "You son of a bitch."

19 was EXACTLY as many hitpoints as this thing had left. Amon smeared his searing, devil-touched blood all over this thing's claws and burned it from the inside out. When I tell you we CHEERED.

[strawbebbynya]

8:01 AM 12/21/23

Oh Madeline

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Oh Madeline,

I don't think I'll be alright!

I'm thinking of you every night,

My heart skips a beat every time

I see your image behind my eyes,

Think I might go blind from your smile,

But that would be just fine

Oh Madeline,

Just leave me to die!

Don't hold my heart so tight,

Or I'll never escape to the afterlife,

I'll stay here forever

And never be seen again,

Though that would be no different

Than what I already am

Oh Madeline,

Don't go home with those other guys!

Can't you just stay here,

Right by my side?

I'll keep you company throughout the night

And you'll never need to cry again

Oh Madeline,

Just look me in my eyes

and tell me I'm your friend!

Say you'll never love me as I am

And it'll be alright in the end,

I can finally move on

And we'll never see each other again

[margueritegracq]

Godddd I LOVE the change on perspective of Ellington as you read atwq. Like she very much the "femme fatale" mysterious girl archetype (as much as someone who's like 15 can be a femme fatale) to the reader (because ofc we're seeing this through Lemony's perspective and L's gonna L) but then as we go along we have more and more holes poked in this picture L has built up of her until all the stuff we know about L almost comes crashing down in a way in the 4th book as we realize that LEMONY has been more mysterious more suspicious and altogether more "Ellington" than Ellington the whole time

[thatone-churro]

she is my sun

she captures all my waking thoughts

entangles me in her heat

i’d follow her to my death

and i’d rather know nothing else

i’d chase her to the very end

and she knows

she knows what she does to me

she knows what i’d do for her

she stays just out of my reach every time

taunting me, taunting me

she blinds me with her light

she’s all i can see

i’m reaching blindly

grasping at any shred of her i can get

i want her to be mine

i know i can’t have her

but i want to

so i reach, i beg, i cry

all for her, all for her

***

i saw a moth the other day.

it was the middle of the afternoon

and it just fell from the sky.

i don’t know where it came from

only that it plummeted to the ground

and it fell without a sound

as it fell and as it hit.

i thought it had died

i wonder if it wish it had

but it didn’t

even as it lay belly-up in the sun’s radiance.

just when i believe it dead

it flutters

it spasms

it panics, i think.

in its blind flurry

it flies a few inches

but still fell on its back.

it tried again

it tried again

and it tried again

but fell all the same.

inch by inch

it scrambled to a bush

all the while

it couldn’t look away from the sky

and it flew

well, “flew”

to where the sun was titled overhead.

i wonder if it knew it should know better.

i wonder if all it knew

was the light it craved so badly

and if it was driven to delirium

being engulfed in it

and flung off the cliff of ecstasy in its wake.

i wonder if it knew at all

that the sun it chased so religiously

would kill it in the end.

i wonder if that’s what all our desperation looks like

that we all flutter to our demise

and others can only help but watch with pity.

i wondered all in retrospect.

i thought first,

watching it scramble:

“i could write a poem about that.”

i was the only one to find it so poetic.

***

i reach, i beg, i cry

all for her, all for her

i grasp at every inch of her i can reach

writhing on my back

belly-up beneath her radiance

entangled in her arms

she absolutely smothers me

sends me to delirium

feeling nothing but heat

heat and her

her heat

and mine

she taunts me, taunts me

captures my lips

and steals all my waking thoughts

she’s just within my reach

i reach my hands up

ever reaching

ever desperate to hold her

but she holds stronger

because i am all hers

she’s all i know

i can never forget her in the day

always feeling her in the back of my mind

and i crave her in the night

crawling for light and warmth

she is my sun

— sundrunk