#vanny writes poetry and songs for her own enjoyment

[lxvenderjewel]

my dear, my perfect darling my love, my one and only my yellow tulip. i have picked up a small case, watson.

what is it?

i’m buying you some diphylleia. something trivial, nothing to interest you. i’ll be going out to look at some flowers.

what for, holmes?

i hold you in my deepest mauve carnations. i believe i will find some clues there.

why haven’t i heard of this case?

it doesn’t exist i am lying i am making you a a mulberry i didn’t think it would interest you, watson.

hmm. well, you must tell me about it later.

i cannot you would hate me i cannot bear that a daffodil. of course.

what particularly about flowers?

shit shit shit shit a purple hyacinth. flower language.

hmm.

he knows he knows he cannot know how would he clovenlip toadflax. mm. i will see you.

don’t be late for dinner.

[lxvenderjewel]

apples

an apple hangs off a tree in the middle of a garden we stand in we know so little

original sinner and she’s leaving that garden, i’m staring at your lips, and you tell me go back

you tease me with apples when we meet at our bench we’ve been meeting for centuries, a sinful stench

will arise from right here as you feel more of what’s supposed to be hate so why is this love

you’ll never get that and you’ll never get this: the only apples i want are the ones upon your lips

[lxvenderjewel]

my boy only breaks his favorite toys @ttpdpoetryweek

lucifer was god’s favorite he only followed his nature to question, to be curious for that, he fell

and i was your favorite you followed your nature to tell, to be helpful for that, i fell

and you were my favorite i rejected my nature to hate, to be vengeful why does it still feel like i fell?

[lxvenderjewel]

front row

sometimes i wake up itching to tell an audience somewhere about our little world

and all the new things that we’ve done since last they saw us, like a tv show from their past

and then i walk in to our living room, and look around for a moment, and realize

you left our world a long time ago and i’m the only one sitting in an empty front row.

[lxvenderjewel]

@ttpdpoetryweek anti-hero

i will never be your perfect hero no matter how many times

i sweep you up into my arms against the church bell chimes

in the background i can hear the sounds of demons roaring

but none of that will matter when i see you look adoring

the ghosts of the looks i once claimed from your eyes

they haunt me in nightmares they’re wringing me dry

i miss you and wish you had listened to me

but i should’ve known you were going to leave.

[lxvenderjewel]

water

water is forgiving

it’ll forgive all my sins

the sin of looking at you

i wasn’t allowed

it keeps me alive

but not really alive

a shell of what i was with

you, i’m unseeing

i’m stuck seeing

you on that boat

waving goodbye to a song

a life we could’ve had

now i sit on the couch

with people i knew, we knew

but i don’t really know

what they’re doing here

they’re offering water

and i’ll refuse

every single time, “no”

the water took you.

[lxvenderjewel]

on fire

there is fire

it’s lighting up

the room and

i’m safe here

with you but

we both know

one of us

must let go

we can’t stay

stuck here forever

but can’t we

don’t leave me

stay in the

corner for eternity

[lxvenderjewel]

caution tape

should the caution tape deter me instead I feel alive you’re pulling it away and I know this is where I thrive

with this racing in my chest and this pounding in my head I’m running with the best and we’re running for the dead

I didn’t think I’d turn out like this like a vigilante in the night you’re looking at me grinning and my hearts been set alight

I damn well worship your ground beautiful intelligent like a god I’m addicted to the rush of it someone save me oh lord

should the caution tape deter me cause all I see is you and the body on the ground and I’ll run till I’m dead too

[lxvenderjewel]

poetry list (because my pinned post is becoming TOO LONG)

faves: 💫

poetry sideblog: 🌠

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eyes (aziracrow)

tripping (aziracrow)

blue (aziracrow)

sharp edges (aziracrow)

angel tears (aziracrow)

empty/purpose (aziracrow)

stay (aziracrow)

anti-hero (aziracrow)

my boy only breaks his favorite toys (aziracrow)

eternity(yyy) (aziracrow)🌠

opposite (aziracrow) 🌠

snake stars (aziracrow) 🌠

ces rêves (aziracrow) 🌠

nomme l'amour (aziracrow) 🌠

stars (aziracrow) 💫

apples (aziracrow) 💫

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on fire (trobed)

fortnight (trobed)

water (trobed) 💫

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caseflower (acd johnlock)

beautiful, isn't it (jonklock)

caution tape (bbc/jonklock)

orpheus and eurydice (johnlock)

recharge (johnlock) 🌠

an ode to your hands (acd johnlock) 🌠

oh, how they love you! (acd johnlock) 🌠

an ode fed to the fire (acd johnlock) 🌠

this life i thought was over (jonklock) 🌠

craving (jonklock) 🌠

recharge (jonklock) 🌠

loved you low (bbc/jonklock) 🌠

blanket (johnlock) 🌠

shadows cast (johnlock) 🌠

alone on the water (unrequited johnlock) 🌠 💫

front row (johnlock) 💫

the manuscript (johnlock) 💫

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untitled 1 (misc.) 🌠

untitled 2 (misc.) 🌠

untitled 3 (misc.) 🌠

seaskinned (misc.) 🌠

warmth (misc.)

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noticed (personal)

supernova (personal)

shine (personal)

tense (personal) 🌠

missed (personal) 🌠

[lxvenderjewel]

john is orpheus.

sherlock is eurydice.

sherlock tells john to look away.

he cant.

he turns back.

to a pool of red.

eurydice is gone, now.

if he had kept his promise

would she even be here?

would it have been the same?

was hades dooming him either way?

funny

hades and jim sound nothing alike

but neither do sherlock and eurydice.

[lxvenderjewel]

stars

why do you look at me like i hung the stars?

it’s much more likely that it was you

sparkling even in smothering dark

even i could shine if i was next to you

we’re like the moon and sun

i’m only there because you are too

but you don’t need me to be yourself

and when i’m the moon, i rarely get to see you

we’re like light and a black hole

you glow in so many shades of blue

but of course, i suck it all up

and leave you without a clue

why do you look at me like i hung the stars?

don’t you know i hung them for you?

[lxvenderjewel]

the manuscript - @ttpdpoetryweek

the manuscript sits on his writing desk i feel for the characters they’re doomed by the press

doomed by the narrative they're doomed by their fame they will always be reborn but never in the right way

each iteration grows closer deepens their connection but never close enough and so their affection

is doomed to the paper to the written word never getting the true tale that they deserve

[lxvenderjewel]

eyes

right so my writing prompt in core today was "write about your valentine's eyes and what you see in them" which like. what possesed my core teacher to do that. but anyways i thought i'd share:

my love,

when i look into your eyes

i see a million different things

i can’t choose just one

i see the stars in your eyes

forming constellations

vast and beautiful

in a terrifying sort of way

i see a fire in your eyes

burning passion

flaming and beautiful

in a strong sort of way

i see home in your eyes

knit sweaters

warm and beautiful

in a cozy sort of way

your eyes contain depths

i can’t quantify

and it’s silly to try

my love.

[lxvenderjewel]

angel tears

shoutout to @falling-raine for inspiring this one, your fic was heartwrenching I loved kt. the fic

if you look at the clouds

all dark and gray

and you wonder what 

happened to the day

the sun was shining

the sky was blue

the birds were singing

now darkened too

an angel sits

somewhere up there

he’s all alone

and no one cares

he pastes a smile

and walks along

memories of

a nightingale's song

and finally when

he gets the time

he writes and writes

for every line

his eyes fill up

with angel tears

and when they spill

the whole world hears

[lxvenderjewel]

fortnight @ttpdpoetryweek

said you’d be gone for a year it’d only feel like a fortnight you told me “just wait right here” you smiled and said i’ll be alright

you waved and left on a boat eyes sparkling, light from the sea i swear that i heard a note as you turned your back to leave

and i’m still waiting on sidewalk eyes filled with tears that won’t spill i never move, i never talk you’re still here, making me ill

[lxvenderjewel]

empty/purpose

in a cluttered bookshop

there’s an empty room

with empty walls

dusty and barren

the bookkeeper keeps

the room so empty

its principle 

is not his, decidedly

though the room is his

the purpose is not

he will not touch it

neither will its purpose

then the bookkeeper leaves

but the purpose stays

stares at the walls

empty, empty

and when the bookkeeper is back

the room is not empty

the purpose had changed it

his purpose. our purpose.