#poetry freestyle

[alllgator-blood]

Emotional support Leshy comfort doodle after some very shitty days:,> we all need some bush boy encouragement in our life.

Don’t forget to hydrate, have a snack and treat yourself!:D

HKDFSDFSAJHF YOU RETURNED SO SOON!

You picked literally the best time to send me encouraging leshy art because IIIIIIIIII am having a complete rollercoaster of emotions in my personal life. I have like a really cool vacation coming up but it's in the middle of my personal life falling apart so I'm very conflicted. BUT IF LESHY THINKS I CAN MAKE IT THROUGH THIS, I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO TRY

I drew shamura giving you their blessing because you said you weren't doing so great, I was actually gonna schedule my ask doodles for tomorrow before I go on my trip but I felt like this one should be answered tonight-

I tried to include the theme of arson in the picture because it made me laugh seeing a cute lil leshy enjoying committing crimes. I hope even if things have been shitty lately, you feel a little better knowing this random internet artist wants things to start looking up for you. I certainly felt better seeing your art pop up in my inbox again so I might as well pass it on!

[ghost-inacup]

Would you love me if I was a worm?

You say yes without a thought

I bite my tongue and stop from asking if you would love me as myself

Would you love me tarnished and blemished

With flaws and sins abound

With difficulties and insecurities

And days with madness wrought

Will you love me as myself

Difficult to handle and oh so human in my existence

Or would you like me to be a worm, uncomplicated

[six-white-venus]

[lua-pele]

Two minutes before the sunset, and I'm still stranded in front of the window, stuck waiting for a little chance to see you from a far..

[a-had-matter]

there's something a little off about me there's something a bit wrong with me I don't know what to do as you can see and don't know what to choose i'm falling i'm flailing cause i can't swim and i'm failing cause i don't win and i'm trying though honestly i'm not and i'm ok (yes i am)  (no youre not) and i know that him and me can never be cause i'm much too close to the edge of insane-insanity and i walk and walk and talk and talk and i act and lie like i'm fine that i'm fine cause i'm fine and nothing hurts and it's cold and i feel worse but i don't know what i should know and i can't do what i should be able to cause there's something a little off about me something a little wrong with me but i don't know what it could possibly be

[withloveanisa]

He lost a friend, a friend he once held dear, for his own mistakes that's clear, now he wants no one near, not even his girl who always helped him cheer.

They call him a liar, a betrayer, for a side of him that he didn’t even knew was there, he shouts "I'm not that! It was an honest mistake, it won't happen again, I swear!". They don't believe him, no matter how much he's sorry, they don't care. And he doesn't blame them for he knows they're them and not her.

Late at night, he's left with nothing but wonder, he hurts everyone who loves him, everyone he holds dear. What about his girl? She's too delicate, he's too much for her to bear, despite having too much love, too much worry, he left his girl losing whom was once his biggest fear.

[deliriumandmelancholia]

I move through tar

I get up

I make coffee

At least I think the cup is clean enough

I sit at my desk

and I stare

My hands are busy

and my mind is numb but

inside I’m screaming

Why does nobody see me?

I have tried

so hard

to reach out

No takers

Too reliant

on those

too busy

too drowning

in their own

oceans of pain

Where is the

life boat?

I’m drowning

and I’m screaming

but no one is hearing

I might as well

just fade away.

[countrydionysia]

for furor club (óðinn and dionysos)

hail to the furious one, who shall spare a drink for him? have his feet not stamped the earth in its every rainbowed hue? from the mead-stained mountains to the sun-scorched soil, we call you friend and do the same. to scream his name you must split your tongue to answer, taste the terroir of the air. is there another story the likes of you, ever-turning one? the wise women carve, twine and weave and you wear your masks well. rich herald of a mad banner, fetter and release of grove and vine, show us the way to pleasure that flows through root-darkened halls; waytamer, emperor who drapes drowned upon his inverted throne, let us be the very forest we ride through.

[sleepy-academia]

after writing a paper against following your emotions, i laid in bed;

i'm sorry i missed dinner my heart was heavy and needed holding.

i can identify my word choice and argument but not my own fears.

[brinemcallister]

One Final Supper

I place a setting at the table for each of my ghosts. One final supper in candlelight. We share cups full of hellos and goodbyes. I nibble on the syllables of their names and sip up their shadows. We sing in laughter  as the clock chimes in the morning hours. I stand up to move to the door while they remain seated looking at their clasped hands.

[inthepoemsandthesands]

soldier, poet, king

i took the soldier, poet, king test

i got king

of course i got king

what else was i possibly expecting

when has my life ever not been a burden for me to bear

a weight placed on my shoulders

"a natural leader" they called me as if they did not make me this way

forged me to be independent (quiet) and strong (afraid to ask for help) and a leader (needing to take charge because things are easier if

i

do

them

myself)

kings are the gifted children

i was so far ahead they didn't know what to do with me

and now i'm average

and it hurts

Duty. Strength. Resignation.

when did i stop doing things for the love of them

when did life become a chore

when did everything become a routine to follow before i could be done

when did i start hating everything i did

when did i become the king

was i always the king?

they ruined me

they turned me into this

this is their fault

and now i'm the king

yes, king.

always king.

it was never going to be different.

and i'll take the crown

and live with it

and wish

maybe

i could be the poet instead

[dreamsicle262]

poetry for @noose-lion's dtiys (+ my personal take on what I've written) and original work below the cut!

You wounded beast

So comfortable with claws

Salvaging those you tear

Dropping tatters on the ground

You wounded beast

Keen on sharpened teeth

Jaws clamped tight around your goals

Sinking when they fail

You wounded beast

Putting a collar on comfort

Red as a form of warning

Values lying elsewhere as a discarded leash

You wounded beast

Never bothering to lick any wounds

The scent of copper in all that you breathe

Covering the unwanted throne upon which you sit

Your body is in pieces

Falling prey to injuries of the mind

Withering away as one does with rot

Plummeting upon crimson asphalt

I don't know if anyone cares about my view on my poetry because it is subjective, but I'll try to explain my thought process behind this. The poem as a whole reflects how Beast Dazai only cares about achieving his goal at the cost of himself. It's heavily referring to self destruction, especially with the mentioning of comfort being collared, and values put on a leash. Beast is the culmination of things that the original Dazai wouldn't do under normal circumstances. If Beast Dazai really valued comfort, he wouldn't be working so hard to tear down the life he could've had in order to save one person. Conversely, you could argue that he is so eager to finally have comfort that he is willing to lose everything for it, but is it really comfort then? As for the values bit, he has to contradict behavior his original counterpart does in order to achieve his goals, even though they fail in the long run. Even after all this, he still does try to cling to the people he's pushed away during the course of his plans.

I don't have much else to say, really. It's midnight for me at the time I'm posting this, so Happy New Year. This is half 'poetry for the dtiys,' and half 'partially baked psychoanalysis on an anime man,' so I wouldn't take this too seriously, but I put effort into this.

I'm also self conscious since despite being an author, I'm nervous on being a poet. Anyways, first published poem on this site, let's goooo

[sizzlingsara]

I am running through the woods

of your

c o n s c i o u s n e s s

i watch the night go by

c

o

u

n

t

i

n

g

the stars

i wish for

love

you gave me the forest

honesty

you gave me the stream

kindness

you gave me the adoring village

how is it I have found you?

the one who makes

my morning bright

and

my night adorning

~ sizzlingsara;)

[poetdreamerfool]

the hill I'll die on

I'm running up the hill Sysiphus rolled his boulder Trying to get to the top So I can snatch beauty Out the eye of the beholder while I was running the world jumped out of my palms and landed squarely on my shoulders--

Atlas wasn't playing this shit is heavy but all the tragedy and triumph I faced got me ready I just gotta hold it steady one foot in front of the other a wise man said don't have it covered have it smothered only stop to help a sister or a brother

I love you too I just hate me still I wont let death take me until I break free and find peace

maybe its up there next to the beholder maybe up there the world is a little colder thats why I approach this climb like I'm a soldier.

march - march - we in the garden of Eden and stopping is the apple don't bite. don't ever bite.

[a-had-matter]

tap-tap there goes a minute tap-tap there goes my time tap-tap there goes my life tap-tap there goes my mind tap-tap there went the guy i love tap-tap there went my smile tap-tap there went my non-existent career tap-tap like it'd last a while tap-tap there goes the stinging tap-tap there go the tears tap-tap everytime i think too hard tap-tap come my illogical fears tap-tap i've gotta do better tap-tap but i know i won't tap-tap i should get up on time tap-tap we all know i don't tap-tap i know i need help tap-tap i know i won't get it tap-tap cause i don't like myself tap-tap see, i admit it

snap-snap my mind's in a panic snap-snap what am i even doing snap-snap i'm getting sort of frantic snap-snap though its my own life i'm screwing

[withloveanisa]

They say 'Forget him. You deserve better'

And I wonder what's so hard in understanding a simple sentence? Why can't my brain process those 5 words and 25 letters? Is something wrong with it or are some of my neurons not working cause every time they say his name, i remember how he loved hearing it from my lips, my brain starts replaying all of the moments we were happy together, laughing till we cried. Every 'i love you' he ever uttered. Were all of it a facade, did he never want me to be his forever? These are the questions I'll never stop asking for I'm a lover, my love is neverending.