#I'm very good at poetry

[satosugusbowlofcereal]

hey. hey how do i cope when the trope is two characters who were clearly meant to be together and look deeply into each others eyes every chance they get and know each other in ways no one else can and are very obviously shipped together by the writers and are literally WRITTEN FOR EACHOTHER and desperately in love but they cant be because censorship is a cockblocker please send help soon I'm loosing it

#lol guys what if this was about geto and gojo like just what if #luca and alberto too cause me and my friends are going to the theatres to cry about what was meant to be #this has nothing to do with nana and hachi but they are forever on my mind #raiden ei and eimiko like its actually sick good bye #every lesbian ever to breathe #korra and asami cause they were supposed to get an onscreen kiss and then bam a fucking hand hold like that shit still hyped me but omg #GUYS WAIT RARIJACK IN EQUSTRIAGIRLS #loki and mobius WHO SAID THAT #geto suguru #gojo satoru #loki season 2 #loki #loki series #mobius #lokius #also Ax and Marco from animorphs cause i'm currently reading the book and it's very obvious if this wasnt written in the 90's it would be #even gayer #again curse you tumblr tag word count i'm tryna wax poetry here

[becca-e-barnes]

becca, ari levinson is a filthy man and i love it 😩 but can you imagine stepdad ari fucking you on the kitchen counter while guests are in the room over. he could barely hold himself together seeing you in a cute dress, catching a glimpse of your panties when you ✨bent down✨ to pick something up 🤭

No bc Ari is filthy but Stepdad!Ari fucks

I can imagine him getting so risky with it because he gets off on knowing that there are guests in the next room over.

You've been teasing him all evening, running your hand across those broad shoulders, letting your touch linger just a little longer than you should. He also noticed how you'd been bending over in front of him, letting the skirt of your dress ride up the bare thighs he spends so long worshipping. He snapped when you set his dessert down in front of him, getting so close that only he could hear you whisper "you'll get a sweeter dessert later, sir." right against his ear.

That did it for him, your heart pounding in the short space between the dining table and the kitchen door while your stepfather made your apologies to a room full of people that weren't listening anyway.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He whispered, his words soaked in venom. "Are you trying to get caught?"

The correct answer is 'no' but your brain and your mouth didn't connect before you started speaking. "I can't help it, sir." Your voice is almost a whimper as the door closes, Ari leading you by the waist around to the other side of the kitchen counter.

"You can't help it? Even after I fucked you this morning? Your legs were shaking when I left your room and now you need more? You just don't quit." Ari bends you over the counter, facing the door you've just come through before running a huge hand up the inside of your thigh while the other presses down on the small of your back. No panties. And you're soaking wet.

You hear a low groan from him, one that makes your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the feeling of his fingertips drifting between your slick folds.

"Fuck, haven't laid a hand on you and you've got yourself all worked up. We're gonna have to make this quick, sweetheart." He knows he can't drag this out the way he'd like to. Someone is bound to need something from the kitchen within just a few minutes but now you've started, neither of you can stop.

You feel him slipping into you slowly, the blunt head of his cock breeching your hole, pressing deeper until he's slid home and there's no feeling quite like it. "Good girl, that's it. This dick is all yours." He coos softly, giving you just a second before he's pulled back and slammed into you once more.

"Keep an eye on the door, baby. You wanted all those people to see you be a little slut for me. This might be your big chance." His teeth are gritted, trying to work himself to orgasm while rubbing your clit frantically to tear yours from you too.

It takes everything in you not to wail at the pleasure. It feels incredible, getting what you wanted, being pinned to the counter and fucked frantically but you know you can't vocalise that.

"Gonna cum inside you, sweets. Don't want you to clean it up either. You're gonna go back in there and sit at that table with your legs crossed so my cum doesn't leak out. Wanna lick it out of you later. You promised me a sweet dessert, remember?"

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #stepdad!ari #ari levinson smut #tw: stepcest #I went for bottomless brunch with the girls last Sunday #just a day drinking session tbh #we started at 1pm #and went until about 10pm #and we ended in a pretty little outdoor bar that has live music and good cocktails #I ordered a round of cocktails for us all and I felt really bad bc they were busy and we'd ordered a different cocktail each #so I asked the bartender to add a tip on before he rung it through the card machine #but he refused and said he'd rather have my number instead #tbh I forgot all about it #and I've just woken up to a text asking if I want to go out for a drink tonight #I honestly couldn't be less interested in anything like that rn #I'm very happy in my bed #listening to Taylor Swift and writing poetry #and whatever tf this was

[bloomfish]

the thing is i miss 8tracks so much. and i was so good at it lol several of my mixes were very popular on there and not just fandom stuff I had mixes that were like "for when you're drowning in melancholy" or "a mix for the boredom of a young girl in small town suburbia". the thing about spotify is that the playlist function encourages you to dump as many songs as possible into it. so when I look at the playlists that have a lot of likes its just the most random collection of stuff, no thought put into it at all beyond "this vaguely fits the theme/style" and you'll have playlists with good semi-obscure stuff but then randomly taylor swift. whereas I would agonise over the song selection (and i still do) and the ORDER the songs were in, like I made sure the mix transitioned smoothly and I would do so much digging to find the perfect songs in terms of style and lyrics as well. there's no market for that anymore! i wish it was my job i should become a DJ

#ive never livedin small town suburbia so idk where i was getting that from. but it had platinum cries #though i dont think that one was one of my best #the ones i'm proudest of are probably the ones i made for the planets in mass effect andromeda. which i only played once lol #but i've put them all on spotify to listen to them lol. they were mostly ambient #and i had a few dishonored ones which were also very good #the other thing i liked about 8tracks was you uploaded your own mp3s (lol) so I'd include weird things like recorded poetry

[britneyshakespeare]

barnes and noble has been raising the prices of everything and further pushing for their premium membership option (which they raised the price of by 60 percent this year!) and then when they have big sales events, they're less than what they used to be.

last year at this time you could get one of their leather-bound book annex tomes for $12.50 (without a member discount) because of the 50 percent off all hardcover sales. but they raised the price of those tomes from 25 bucks to 30, and they decreased the sale from 50 percent off all hardcovers to 1/3rd off. so that same book that was $12.50 at last year's end-of-year sale is now 20 bucks. and that's supposed to be savings enough to induce me to walk into one of their stores this week?

i'm sorry but b&n has just gotten so greedy, even though their business has only been doing better and better in previous years. they do not have to be raising prices like they have been, and they can damn well afford to have the same savings events they used to. if you went to one of those hardcover sales a year or two ago, even if you lived in a less populated area like i do, you had never seen a b&n so busy in your life. things were flying off the shelves. they WERE making bank.

and as a company they've only been growing and growing (as much as the publishing industry has been, in recent years). but there are so many other ways to buy books. CHEAPER ways to buy books. MORE SUSTAINABLE ways to buy books. and since books and booksellers are doing really well right now, i don't see why barnes and noble is getting so greedy when they don't have to be. i dont like new shiny books that much. people buy books for the content, ultimately. sometimes we as consumers might make the choice that a new shiny book is worth paying a bit more for, but not that much. barnes and noble has just been demanding more and more of their customers' money for less and less benefit.

#kaily and i shared a membership account for several years but she cancelled it over the summer #bc of them raising it from 25 dollars per year to 40. i'm sorry but we just were not spending enough to make that worth it #the benefits for a member used to be 10 percent off everything in-store and free shipping online. #now it's 10 percent off everything in-store AND online with free shipping. which sounds good enough #but not for a 60 percent pricehike. and a bunch of other supposed benefits no one would ask for #like a free tote (geez. thanks. yeah i really need a free tote every year) and like. a free treat at a cafe on your kids' birthday? #i dont have a kid. #between the two of us. we were not buying 400 dollars worth of stuff at b&n every year #oh and it's also 10 percent off the in-store starbucks. but im pretty sure that USED to be a benefit they had #years ago?? like i SWEAR ive gotten money off at the b&n starbucks so i guess they got RID of that at some point #and gave it BACK when they HIKED UP THE PRICE TO 40 BUCKS A YEAR #text post #barnes and noble #it's a shame bc where i live. barnes and noble is the only like fancy bookstore #and i live in an area that my barnes and noble... is like. what a boston barnes and noble eats for breakfast. #it's two floors. there are plenty of books that it doesn't have. plenty of sections that are very small #like the poetry section is just pathetic. i look at it every time i go and it just makes me sad. #i guess a lot of the book annex stuff contains poetry but still that's not really enough to entertain a rich interest in the genre for long #i outgrew the limited selection at my own local b&n poetry section by the time i was twenty. i was like i already know everything here. #which isn't to say i'm an expert in poetry. it's to say that the poetry section is barely bigger than a shelf #in fact ive never thought about it before but I OWN more poetry books than you'll find in the poetry section #at my local b&n. lol #i have a lot of nostalgia for b&n even though it is a big company that does not love me. i have very few books i bought new #that are not from barnes and noble. i got so many books that changed my life from them #i guess it's like a childhood/teenage attachment at this point bc ive had more mixed feelings abt the direction theyve been taking #for several years at this point. #and no i dont mean that theyve been expanding to selling more toys/games etc. theyve literally always done that in my lifetime. who cares. #they still have books #as an adult ive been more capable of seeing how limited their book selection is and how i have so many problems w that. #and it ultimately comes down to them being a big greedy company

[uncanny-tranny]

Testosterone has made me softer

My arms, my stomach, my laughter, my heart

The stone around them chiseled away

To reveal flesh, raw and timid

But then - suddenly!

Chimes of bells, of golden flame

The tiger has destroyed his cage

The stone beneath his feet

The taste of blood's iron on his tongue

Tiger, tiger burning bright

You will keep up the fight

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #nonbinary #i have been very rusty on poetry and for some reason this feels vulnerable #i don't feel it's the best poem or even a good poem #but that first tiger poem i referenced really spoke to me and it's how i feel about transitioning #transition has made me tender but it has also destroyed the cage through spite and fury and that's okay #the tenderness matters but it will never overstate the negatives and that's okay #this probably won't be something that many people will like here but... 'tis my blog and now i'm making it y'all's problem /lh #i haven't posted my own poetry since... 2018... now that feels big to me.

[sleepvines]

do they know?

do they know that I killed their daughter,

that I pantomime their son,

that I take what I can and scrape what use,

I can manage to cut off and run.

do they know?

that the color's leeched out from the pictures,

the family photo album is done.

my memories are as faded and pockmarked,

as a picture book left in the sun.

do they know?

that I have to echo to converse,

"I love you"s will never be right.

I'm a mirror's faulty dream of a living being,

but they'll never know by the sight.

do they know?

I've already checked out of the motel,

with it's cigarette taste and black mould,

and though I speak, I am already long and far gone,

and the sheets of that bed are stone cold.

...It makes me think, you know?

that to them, I'm a ghost.

every call is a seance, every text is a graveside letter,

a pull into the dark aether, a hope and a prayer,

a request to turn time back and stare

into the void in which I was once there,

a summoning, an illusion, a hallucination of their own making,

to rouse a dour smear that they've forsaken,

Do

They

Know?

that once they "raised" a child,

and now they've raised a wraith.

#hiii I write poetry #this is very cathartic #I'm doing some haunting you see #my writing #poetry #no idea what to tag this as #I'm fine 👍 good day today actually I made creamy pasta and it was alright

[mishafletcher]

ok but honestly, the thing that turns me most into a baby boomer dad watching sports is looking at @poetrysmackdown

me, sitting in the office, eating lunch, looking at round two and absolutely screaming WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS FUCKING WEBSITE, HOW'D YOU MESS THAT ONE UP, I WILL FUCKING KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF US

like. the orange?? THE ORANGE?? the fucking orange beat the tenor of your yes?? how to be a dog beat scheherazade???? how to be a dog beat richard fucking silken?? i'm OUTRAGED, i am incandescent with fury and literally yelling at my computer.

IT WAS AN EASY SHOT. JUST TAKE THE SHOT. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU. THIS IS THE GAY YEARNING WEBSITE, PULL YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME ugh i am so MAD

#my poor wife has been listening to me yell about poetry smackdown for a good fifteen minutes now #but also come ON #what is having a coke with you even doing in that bracket?? #it's like a fourth-string player on its very best day #anyhow i also have a lot of opinions about round two and how THAT is going but i'm saving them until it's over i guess #but i'm NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT #poetry smackdown #poetry

[ante--meridiem]

Extremely confidence boosting to me that every time I've read my poetry out loud in public at least one person has come up to me afterwards to say they like it. More confidence boosting than people telling me I'm good at anything else which usually just feels very awkward because poetry is something I don't feel I can self evaluate at all because I know how easy it is for something to accidentally come out cliched/overwrought.

#personal #this sounds like a brag and I guess I can't say it isn't but it does feel very reassuring #context here is roommate talked me into reading something for a poetry reading thing he organised #which was mostly a bad time because the room was extremely overstimulating & very little of it was in English #(which to be clear: I don't expect everyone to cater to English speakers or anything. it's just that roommate assuring me I'd understand #enough to make it worth it was integral to talking me into this) #(I now think he overestimated how much Swedish I speak) #(not enough to understand an even slightly complex poem that's for sure) #but people did like my poetry & that was a huge ego boost #enough different people have compliment various enough selections of poems I wrote on enougn occasions that I'm starting to think I might #actually be good at this #which is dangerous. stop boosting my ego before I do something dumb like think I might be good enough to try publishing #< only half serious

[lookninjas]

2200.

and as always I shall attempt to begin the year in the way that I mean to go on and that is by taking a good long sleep about it

#365 #poetry #holy shit ending the year on a good even number #that's amazing i'm very pleased

[cailindistara]

Hanger tangle

it's just a hanger it's just a hanger

it's just a hanger

it's just a

mantra

for when they get tangled and my frustration

rises to the actual boiling point and

sometimes

a hanger or two has to die to satiate my fury

@poppiesandpromises

#original poem #poetry #poetry prompts #i dashed this off and I'm afraid it's not very good but i had to try #it was fun though #hangers are the devil

[ch0kehold-ch3rry-pyth0n]

To the soul I never had.

Being the way I am never bothered me. For I was surrounded by people who knew how it felt.

It was never weird to feel nothing for things like small, unlucky animals or my elementary school classmates I would never see again in my lifetime tripping and hurting themselves on the playground.

That was my normal for a good chunk of my early childhood.

However it didn't take long for me to notice that other kids didn't see things the same way me and my family did. They'd cry when their beloved pets died and they'd check up on each other when they fell.

I knew I was different. I didn't understand why I didn't feel the same way they did.

But they noticed. They called me heartless, and would refuse to play with me because they thought I was scary.

I didn't mean to frighten them, really, I didn't. I just didn't entirely understand what they were feeling. And it's not like I have no feelings for myself, I just struggle to express them. I didn't wanna be alone. I'm not a bad girl. That's not who I want to be.

My brothers never liked me, even though we understood each other more than anyone else in this world. They were only hostile towards me. It's not like my mother could be my friend. So I really did have nobody for a long time. I had no one to cling to.

Being the way I am started to bother me. For I was surrounded by people who didn't know me at all.

Even in my grown age, I struggle with the same things. I am not stupid. I know that my lack of empathy can be off putting. I know that I'm hard to love, But I want to love you too. I want to feel the things you do. I can love; I know how to love. I just have a different way of showing it. I didn't know that the way I did would make you scrunch your nose up. I want to understand you, show you that I can care. I do it in the only way I know how.

I'm trying to be better, I promise, I'm trying.

Sometimes, I don't like looking in the mirror. Just because I lack empathy doesn't mean I lack guilt. And I feel guilt when I know up front that the way I am is hurting people, even if just emotionally. I am a person too, I swear I am. But I mourn the person I may never be.

When I look to all the smiling faces around me, I sometimes wonder how they could ever have it in them to love me despite all my faults. I don't know what you see in me. I can't see the features that you admire so much. I don't know why you want to do nice things for me when the kindness I have to give is just the bare minimum of what I could offer you. I don't understand how my words could mean so much to someone when they mean so little to me. I want to do more. I want to show you that I can be good. I want to be good.

Why must you reward me at my most mediocre?

Being the way I am is agony to me,

for I know that I will never be normal.

So to the soul I never had, I wish you were here.

I will never know you, but I miss you for every day we remain strangers.

And those days turn into years.

~

I hate this more the longer I look at it, but here you go ig.

#This is so cringe hjfkfkvk #poetry with spirit #venting (in character) #being soulless and being autistic at the same time is not a very good combination #I'm going to fucking overblot

[astrxealis]

okay rambles but i started creatively writing in like ... 5th grade? and. oh god just a little encouragement to anyone looking to get into writing or insecure or whatnot, but HELLS, maybe it's to he expected with my (obviously) very young age and inexperience with writing then, but my writing was really. yeah. Yeah. but then i'm what... a lot older now, obviously, and my writing has gotten leagues better. i'm probably not a good example for this bcs childhood years development stuff are different etc etc BUT practicing writing more and whatnot really does go a long way :]

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚ #my writing in 2020 is a lot different than my writing now even! especially so compared to my writing from 2010s #reading a lot of media is also really important :] i always read a lot of books BUT i only started to really read poetry since the pandemic #which were uh basically my early teenage years so idk if i'm a good example for this bcs childhood brain development and stuff (???) #BUT STILL ..... playing games like ffxiv and being really invested in the lore and writing + reading more poems and being fascinated with #more authors and pieces of literature + expanding my general vocabulary knowledge whatnot ... it all really goes a long way! #oh man i'm pretty proud of myself actually. i do love my writing. as imperfect (as all things are) it is. #i had a lot of Pauses with writing throughout my uhh relatively short life thus far since i'm NOT yet an adult and all aha but yeah! #so bless ffxiv again for bringing back my writing spirit... and other medias and whatever <3 #rn i have to thank bg3 for bringing back my Creative Spirit bcs i've been writing a lot more again and having/working on my creative ideas!! #okay i just wanted to ramble a bit lol ^_^ there! #idk my being a writer is very important to me. and my journey as one too. #i want to make a book one day! most feasibly would be to make a collection of short stories :] a bit similar to 'm is for magic' maybe bcs #i grew up with that lol neil gaiman i adore you <3 #i have a very special original world in my head but i am a little selfish and want to keep them all to myself... oops. or who knows! #anyway i have a lot of ideas and i adore writing and literature sooo much <3 #anyway. okay. leaving it here. #cheering on every writer author whatever out there !!! unless you're a sucky person of course yuck bigots but yeah ^^ <3 #huge writing inspo for me is uhhhhhhhh. thinking #ffxiv! does ffxiv count. esp drk quests. and shb as a whole. and then... edgar allan poe? neil gaiman? yeah? #can't remember anyone else good gods but i love vivid and imaginative storytelling and writing descriptively :] a bit of prose but also #quite simple in its eloquence (???) unsure honestly oh gods anyway BYE rambles over apollo signing off beep boop AGHHHHH (screams)

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

my tags about men (2022)

"saw men isnt good like sorry lmao"

submitted by @whitefang55

#poem #blackout poetry #submission #idk what to call this. I'm just tired of men I guess #yeah #sorry men #guys #i love monster now #its so bad #like it tastes like battery acid #but it is very good to me #anyway #thank you so much for your submission!! #do you guys wanna see my smash or pass us presidents list

[britneyshakespeare]

can you believe there was a time in my life where i wanted to be a professional actress

#this blog was witness to it #tales from diana #i dont think i could handle being an actress even if i were talented enough and had the professional opportunity #i just want to lick a first folio. that has been my dream #i used to want to ACT though i wanted to ACT act #like i played music and that was the era in my life when i REALLY started writing poetry #i forget entirely sometimes that that era in my life was. the era when i wanted to be an actress #i think i just like actresses. or love rather. i find them so enchanting #is there anything more charming than a good performance? those shadows? that make you feel? #probably not. i would love to embody art. but i'm not even good at making it #ah oh well #the art i'm best at is talking to myself. and among some crowds i am very famous for that!

[dismal-seraphim]

𝐈'𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡.

𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐒𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤.

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭.

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧.

- 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥

#weirdcore #mental healing #hopecore #your dismal angel #angelcore #creative writing #gloomy coquette #hope #nature #poetry #writeblr #affermations #I'm terribly sorry for today #I'm not that good of an angel if I cannot help you all #but i am terribly burnt #I hope to have better things for tomorrow my loves #but for now I do very much need rest #poems #mental illness #coqeutte #coqette #art #mediveal #oddcore #dreamcore #social anxiety #anxitey #self love #self care

[broadcastingdutchman]

#poetry #oc #I'm not very good at poetry but sometimes it helps