thependancer

[thependancer]

Thank you! I can't help but compare it to other poems though. I can only sigh wistfully as I see talents spring forth from these submissions as if the river of literature itself reared it's head towards those poets while I lay without a drop.

But anyways, I still hope somebody looks at this and goes, "I can do better." And then does better.

It's Summer Again

Passing through the tundra of December

The nights and chills of January too

Springing to spring in February, but ever

Weeping through sorrows of spring to June

And it's summer again

Holding you was a passion, hobby, nothing much

Keeping you was my obsession, yet you left

Left me on that cold night alone, leaves crunch

Burning from the distance, the apathy, love bereft

And it's summer again

Cleansed from every venom except the one you

You gave me, horror and respite at your passing

How could you hurt me? Were we never one and true?

Now winter feels like heatwaves, cold ever caressing

And it's summer again

@picklemafia thank you again for the wonderful prompt. This one isn't as good as I hoped it would be but I might just be critiquing myself too hard. There's clearly room for improvement in this however, I can't seem to find the words. So you know what, I'll just post this little imperfect poem so that people who are awed by the sheer talent of these submissions can see that people like me exist. And that there is no harm in posting bad poetry.

[thependancer]

It's Summer Again

Passing through the tundra of December

The nights and chills of January too

Springing to spring in February, but ever

Weeping through sorrows of spring to June

And it's summer again

Holding you was a passion, hobby, nothing much

Keeping you was my obsession, yet you left

Left me on that cold night alone, leaves crunch

Burning from the distance, the apathy, love bereft

And it's summer again

Cleansed from every venom except the one you

You gave me, horror and respite at your passing

How could you hurt me? Were we never one and true?

Now winter feels like heatwaves, cold ever caressing

And it's summer again

@picklemafia thank you again for the wonderful prompt. This one isn't as good as I hoped it would be but I might just be critiquing myself too hard. There's clearly room for improvement in this however, I can't seem to find the words. So you know what, I'll just post this little imperfect poem so that people who are awed by the sheer talent of these submissions can see that people like me exist. And that there is no harm in posting bad poetry.

[thependancer]

What is this style of writing called? I've never seen it before. I like it tho.

“I hope things work out for you, I really do”

And I do.

God I do.

But don’t ever tell me

Becuase something selfish and cruel will eat me alive

Like some ravenous beast whose goal is my heart

Whose goal is my suffering.

“Knowing you, it will.”

And I do know,

Because I have loved you,

Have known you

And I know there is so much to love and desire

And that there is so much to get back and hold

You are incandescent - love will find you

I did, didn’t I?

“I want things to work out for you too.”

Knowing me, it won’t

Because as much as you know me,

You’ve loved me

And you have seen for yourself how shitty that can be

Do you say it to say something nice back?

I don’t know.

But we both know how this thing goes

And we both know who’s going to move on-

Who has moved on

This won’t end well for me.

But God,

If there is anything good in this world -

If here is some man in the sky who hears my pleas,

The next one will love you so much you won’t

Ever have to doubt yourself again.

That’s how it needs to end for you.

For the both of us,

[thependancer]

I like how you ignored the fact I was praising your artistic talents and decided I was calling you short. lol.

What vibes do i give off??

[thependancer]

There's no cool smart one here so I'm gonna have to say fren shaped for you too!

What vibes do i give off??

[thependancer]

Anyways, I wonder what people think of me.

What vibes do i give off??

[thependancer]

Space! or lesbiab. Mainly because the "always yearning"

What vibes do i give off??

[thependancer]

A Thousand Cuts and One Yours

I have bled from many wounds

And they all stung, all hurt

But I have always made it through

Through the pain, for better or worse

Yet one still stings, one still swells

In the midst of the thousand

The thousand wounds

One belongs to you

Etched in me beyond myself

A thousand cuts and one yours

And it's the only that hurts

—-—-—

@picklemafia

I missed a few prompts. Sorry, I got busy. I hope this one can make up for it.

Again very sorry. I didn't forget about this I just was busy!

[thependancer]

btw if you're on this site it is your duty to reblog any post that has been prophecied to reach 10k notes. let's all annoy op

[thependancer]

I thought I was the only one who felt that way!!!! There are others? I am not alone in this?

This post makes me so happy that somebody knows what happens in those quiet moments of noise.

There is a particular kind of loneliness that is hardest to explain — the loneliness that exists even when you're sitting at the table with your friends.

You're there. Physically present. Smiling, nodding, even laughing sometimes. But as the conversation flows, you begin to hear the gaps — the stories you weren't part of, the jokes built on moments you never witnessed, the memories formed in your absence. They reference conversations they’ve had without you, inside jokes that you don't understand, experiences you never knew happened. And so you sit there, trying to keep your expression light, acting as though it doesn’t sting.

You never say anything. You don’t interrupt or ask for explanations. You pretend it's fine. You don’t want to be the person who seems needy or makes everything about themselves. And so you stay silent, letting the conversations roll over you like waves, each one a small reminder that you were not there — not thought of, not invited, not included.

In those moments, the distance feels sharper than physical separation ever could. It’s not that your friends mean to exclude you, perhaps. Maybe they assume you were busy. Maybe they simply forgot. Or maybe they never even realized you weren’t there. But intention doesn’t change how it feels: like standing just outside a window, looking in.

And still, you carry on. You laugh when appropriate. You engage where you can. You never let them see that quiet ache inside you. You’ve learned to become skilled at hiding it, as though invisibility can be its own kind of armor.

But pretending it doesn't hurt doesn’t make it hurt less.

There’s an exhaustion that comes from being the one who always accepts being on the margins. From being the person who is easy to forget. From always making room for others while wondering if anyone is making room for you.

Maybe one day, you’ll find the kind of friends who notice when you’re missing. Who reach out before the gathering happens, not after the photos are posted. Who carry you in their thoughts, not out of obligation, but because your presence adds something irreplaceable.

Until then, you sit at the table, smiling quietly, carrying both your love for them and your unspoken sadness like stones in your pocket.

[thependancer]

This is Shakespeare level shit right here.

I just went outside

In the sun & touched some grass—

Why aren't I healed yet?

[thependancer]

Death

Shadows shimmer, shining, blushing

Nocturnal, eternal, with all the nothing

A carcass, corpse, cold and rotting

Cruel and fair, just and plotting

Wingless angel, flying, floating

River, boat, bodies bloating

Sans wrathful, ever the breath

Such is death, Such is death

[thependancer]

I can't not read this in the voice of Chris from Total Drama Island.

my campers are debating my gender

[thependancer]

I'm convinced at this point that tumblr has a better understanding of me than anyone else in the known Universe.

ever notice how you can be emotionally mature, self-aware, therapized, journaled-up, and still fall face-first into your own humanity?

like you clock the red flag in real time, you name your inner child’s need, you breathe through the trigger—and then still spiral bc someone took too long to text back or you accidentally caught feelings for a walking trauma response

self-awareness doesn’t save you from feelings. it just lets you watch them unfold like, “ah yes. here comes the emotional devastation. completely understood. totally irrational. unstoppable.”

you can be wise and still messy. evolved and still yearning. a tragic little sea slug of consciousness, floating toward the light and bumping into rocks anyway.

and honestly? that’s kind of beautiful.🪼🫧

[thependancer]

The Spark

It was an Autumn in the Sun

The wind rustled about you

We locked eyes that day, light and dark

That is when I felt that spark

Did you feel it too, the urge to yearn?

As leaf fell to ground, I did too

I looked to your tomb, my heart embarks

As I search again for that spark

I reach to caress the cheeks of your urn

Unrequited love, how cruel, how true

The only remnant left on this Earth of your mark

The one in my heart, that spark

I wish, upon passing your resting, I learn

Do you look to me, as I search for you?

Do you search for me in Eden, as I look to you in this park?

Wanting, pleading, hoping, for that spark

Submission for @picklemafia 's one word challenge. The word is spark

Thank for hosting these. I really enjoy reading the other people's submissions. I am really excited to see this grow.

[thependancer]

Teddy

I'm missing you again,

Grasping at memories I lay sleepless,

Blanketed by tears,

Misty eyes making my teddy's seams

Seem like scars,

And I think about how sad it is,

That they're all that's holding him together.

[thependancer]

Bloodletter

If she wants to take my blood; I let her

Carve my name onto your heart in blood letters

Write to me your devotion in blood-y letters

Show me your red rivulets, my bloodletter