#shitpost poem

[bigfatbreak]

Wait a minute…papa Tom doesn’t seem too hostile towards Nathalie. Or at least she doesn’t seem nervous/blackmailed. Does Tom not know her past allegiances or…is there an alliance in play?

Viceroy employs many in his arsenal, and as far as Nathalie is concerned, Tom is a coworker. :)

[rateaters-sutff]

I was prepared for any pain and nail pealing struggle as I traversed the Horific Plains...

But what I failed to account for in my rigorous preparations...

Was for these Horific Plains...

To traverse over me...

[sophieisapoet]

hmm yea just cuttin up these poblanos and Oop theres an itchy lemme jus---OW MY EYYE.. anyway,

[r-aindr0p]

More french shitpost scribbles

[hypocrisy-incarnate]

straight goated

queer coded

his gun's loaded

oops

head exploded :(

[cherrygazette]

let us run away to a place where no one knows us. a place where no one knows our name. a place unknown feels like home. let us escape this world, so alien and so lonesome. so fake and so fearsome.

[dykepulpfriction]

catullus my babygirl........

[nymphpens]

she's a 10 but she reads classic literature to escape the modern world

[crowleys-hips]

Child Of The Cosmos

a Crowley pov poem

Child of the cosmos

you were born to paint with starlight

but you are forced to paint with the blood

that oozes from your wounds

using the trickle of time as your canvas

where you splatter swirls of brightness

that cut through the ashen sky

like claw marks that tear into the fabric of

reality and cling onto the flesh of the Earth,

desperately seeking the warmth of another

who won't let go

And you'll swim in the flames of your own stars

and burn until your charred remains

become the charcoal that you use

to sketch your life with

When your essence is born anew

in a body that begs to be known

beyond flesh and bone and sinews

beyond time, beyond reason

and the world demands a new name from you

who will you chose to be?

the doomed, crippled fiend

with no control of his own destiny?

that creeping sense of malaise

that follows your every move

through dirt, water, ice, and sulfur?

or

the desire that consumes you?

the stubborn hope that the universe

never managed to snuff out?

the idiotic optimism that despite all your agony,

has survived on sheer headstrong willpower?

you know very well who you are.

you just have to admit it to yourself.

now go. give them hell, kid

(originally posted in my poetry blog)

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[sentientsky]

Final Fifteen Idiots ft. my actual real-life diary entries from when I was a teenager.

yes i am running out of material, why do you ask?? (This is so embarrassing I’m so sorry in advance aksjakdjskd)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 4)

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓞𝓵𝓭 𝓶𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂

𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓱 𝓗𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓖𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓞𝓵𝓽𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽

[wlwdaydreamms]

my fear of "what if i will never find love again?" turns into "what if i will lose myself forever?"

[existennialmemes]

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water

But nestle came down

And bought out the ground

Now it's 3 bucks a bottle

[silkygreenbabyblanket]

[dontwakeup-ishu]

And when they leave

you cannot look at the "things" you shared with them, the same way ever again

The songs they liked, the emojis used during convo, their fav artist, the food you both liked, the nicknames you gave eachother, the wholesome memes, the promises to buy / bring stuff on first date, the whole damn nights spent talking with eachother whereas now you are just by yourself, once again, hating on these things and getting reminded of them whenever the "things" are mentioned

[bookwyrminspiration]

what do you mean you don't understand cannibalism as erotic devotion. what do you mean you don't care that god is a jealous lover and we make a holy temple of our bedroom with our carnal desire. babe please