#writing poem

[thehollowwriter]

I've been having a bad time and turns out writing poetry is strangely cathartic. Please note I've never written a poem (apart from grade 4 but that's baby poems) before and I'm just sort of structuring it to how I've seen in English

Challenge: Try figure out what happened based off this poem, lemme know in the comments and reblogs

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)

Hearts

Lovingly my heart beats (for You) i reach into my chest and rip it out (for You) i place it on a platter and present it to You Your dark eyes, transfixed on a distant flickering screen, are dull, uncaring as You discard it like worthless dirt Your eyes do not change even as i clutch at the hole in my chest and cry Your eyes remain fixed on the screen It portrays a mannequin A disturbing mimicry of life It lurks there behind static hunched trapped in a mime of painted smiles and ill-fitting clothes It waves and blows a ghostly kiss Your way You smile and reach into Your chest and take out your heart You place it on a platter and present it with a loving vigor It reaches through the screen and takes Your heart, head tilted , and tosses it to the ground For a mimicry of life has no use for Your heart Then it reaches into its own chest and pulls out a block of wood It hands it to You with a clumsy stiff mimicry of movement You take it with great joy that cold lifeless block of wood and turn to bring it home stamping in my heart as you go Your eyes flicker to me and Your lips move in a sorry but i know it is about as real as that mannequin's life for when i give you my heart again You will discard it for that lifeless block of wood

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Tagging: @azulashengrottospiano @jaylleoo14 @minty-bubblegum @minteasketches @officialdaydreamer00 @krenenbaker lemme know what you think, I'm open to constructive criticism!

[cityelf]

this poem is about being nonbinary.

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[bebx]

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

[flowrrs4u]

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[words-and-coffee]

Alice Te Punga Somerville, Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised - Kupu rere kē

[ID: A poem titled: Kupu rere kē. [in italics] My friend was advised to italicise all the foreign words in her poems. This advice came from a well-meaning woman with NZ poetry on her business card and an English accent in her mouth. I have been thinking about this advice. The convention of italicising words from other languages clarifies that some words are imported: it ensures readers can tell the difference between a foreign language and the language of home. I have been thinking about this advice. Marking the foreign words is also a kindness: every potential reader is reassured that although you're expected to understand the rest of the text, it's fine to consult a dictionary or native speaker for help with the italics. I have been thinking about this advice. Because I am a contrary person, at first I was outraged — but after a while I could see she had a point: when the foreign words are camouflaged in plain type you can forget how they came to be there, out of place, in the first place. I have been thinking about this advice and I have decided to follow it. Now all of my readers will be able to remember which words truly belong in -[end italics]- Aotearoa -[italics]- and which do not.

Next image is the futurama meme: to shreds you say...]

(Image ID by @bisexualshakespeare)

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

If hurting me does not hurt you, you don’t love me. You’re using me.

k.b // by jerry flowers jr

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Once we start loving ourselves, people no longer seem good to us unless they are actually good for us.

[usefulquotes7]