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phoebepheebsphibs · 3 months

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I was thinking about artwork that I’ve seen.

I dunno I felt poetic

I was thinking about artwork that I’ve seen.

Drawings where the linework was so fluid it melted seamlessly into the colours, as if it were all one thing rather than layers piling one on top of the other. The shading was fantastic and gave it magic and depth. The lighting turned it into something beyond beautiful — powerful, warm, and comforting. It had background art that transported it into places of wonder. It had special decorations and detailing that would take a lifetime to uncover. It was so real it moved. It breathed. It lived.

And I wondered if people looked at art the same way I do. If people see stories in the ink blots. If they hear music in the color scheme. Do they feel warmth in the expressions, do they find wonder in the brushstrokes, do the ink marks glisten and gleam and glitter like gold?

And I wondered if people knew they were art, too. If they knew that their freckles are strategic paint splatters, made to add depth and decorum. If they saw their scars as storylines, markers of where they've been and how far they've come. How their eyes are jewels and gemstones, they sparkle and reflect the light of the sun, moon, and stars. Their smiles and frowns are strokes of a brush with precision pigment, and tears and laughter are a symphony. Can they see the extravagant and extraordinary dye used in their skin, in their lips, in their blood and tears? Have they seen the delicate weaving and braiding and crocheting of their hairs? Their joy shines like magic through their pores, their fingers are tools and their voices are instruments. Their names are reflections of their person, the title of their artwork. Do they know they are masterpieces?

And I wondered if people…

If one person would ever look at me like that. If someone would see my lighting, my shading, my composition and negative space. If my lineart was seamless, if my colours clashed or blended in a lovely way, if my details drew them in, if I was intricate or creative or magic. Could they notice how I sway when I get tired, like I'm slow-dancing to a lullaby, or how I click my tongue and hum when I'm bored… How my feet turn in, how sometimes I stumble on my R's, how my eyes resemble sunflowers… My freckles go down like connect-the-dots in a constellation on my arms, my nails are nibbled down, my hands are covered in ink, my ears covered in headphones secured within a song… My shoes are decorated with charms, my jeans are old, ripped and cut-off at the knees, my sweaters are warm and oversized, I hide inside them like a picture in a frame, snug and silly, flapping my hands underneath the long sleeves. Do they hear how I sing constantly, how I talk in every accent I can get my hands on, see how I add extra U's to words like “colour” or “honour” or “favour”, how I talk to myself in the woods where I write my stories, how I still believe in magic like Ents and Faes and the Loch Ness monster and miracles... could they see all my quirks and flaws and what very few redeeming qualities I find in myself, and could they see them all as paint? As pencil marks? As ink and dye? As gloss and varnish? Could my rambles sound like music? Could my smile be glitter? Could my voice be winds and strings and brass? Could anyone look at me and see the artwork?

But mostly I wondered if I would ever be able to look at myself like how I look at the artwork.

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bfmva7x · 1 year

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In the depths of the night,

Where the shadows hold tight,

Lies a tale of love and hate,

Of blood and gore, of hell's gate.

A young maiden, fair and true,

With eyes as dark as the midnight hue,

Lived in a castle, alone and afraid,

For the darkness within her never swayed.

One night, a stranger came to her door,

With eyes as red as the burning core,

He whispered words of love and romance,

But his touch was as cold as death's dance.

The maiden, though scared, fell for his charm,

For his words were like a soothing balm,

But soon she discovered his true intent,

As he revealed his hellish descent.

He tore at her flesh with his sharpened claws,

And drank her blood, without any pause,

But in the midst of her pain and fear,

She found a strange kind of love, so dear.

For even as he hurt her, she felt a bond,

A connection that seemed to go beyond,

The fear and loathing that she felt,

A love that seemed to make her heart melt.

And so she gave herself to him willingly,

In a dark and twisted kind of harmony,

For she knew that despite the pain,

Her love for him would always remain.

In the end, they both perished in hell's fire,

Their love consumed by a demonic desire,

But even now, as their souls scream and writhe,

Their love lives on, in death's eternal life.

#dark romance #poem #my poem #my poetry #goth poetry #gothic poetry #romantic poem #i was feeling poetic #poetry #writers and poets #dark romantica #dark poem #death #love #romance

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queweenie · 3 months

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“mother is god in the eyes of a child” -silent hill

#late night thoughts #the mommy issues have been hitting harder lately #mommy issues #smh 😔😔😔#i was feeling poetic

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bookshopbentley · 8 months

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what an agonizing existence aziraphale must have . to be overflowing with love . to be forbidden from loving .

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cloverplover · 3 months

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walking is still honest // against me!

#she angry #eye strain #sometimes i feel bad when i use peoples emotionally charged poetic lyrics to make warrior cats fanart #warrior cats #warrior cats art #hollyleaf #leafpool #ashfur #jayfeather #lionblaze #dovewing #thunderclan #warriors #wc #wc designs

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crow-the-unknown · 2 months

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something about how trades really do affect players. how it's not just us as fans being crazy or reading too much into it. it's real and it's painful. erik johnson has lacked the hutzpah he once had ever since leaving colorado, as if he could bear landeskog's injury but the second he was forced to leave it all came crashing down. sidney crosby has lost much of the joy he once carried and it's because he had the human, golden embodiment of that joy in jake guentzel torn away from him when he needed it most. dylan larkin shed genuine, heartfelt, distraught tears when tyler bertuzzi was traded away. the penguins still welcome marc-andre fleury to pittsburgh every time he plays there because, no matter where he is, that is his home. pk subban could never return to the same player he was after he was taken from price. trevor zegras is seemingly incomplete without drysdale at his side. brandon duhaime is lacking his connor dewar. bowen byram no longer has his alex newhook to lean on and laugh with. travis koneckny and nolan patrick may never even get the chance to play another game with or against one another. and who could imagine kuznetsov as anyone but a capital? do you really think of pavelski in the green of the stars or do you see him proud in teal beside thornton and marleau? did shea weber ever really stop being a nashville predator? and what about beauvillier, horvat, compher, dumolin, burakovsky, kadri, yamamoto, hornqvist, eberle, o'rielly, barrie, jost, gaudreau, karlsson, carter and richards, martin, and so many others? even wayne gretzky himself went to three teams post trade, searching for that spark he had in edmonton after they made him leave. jagr had eight after pittsburgh. you are not crazy for grieving, in some small way, a player you lost. and they aren't crazy for feeling distraught either. these teams are family. and family is everything, even if it gets ripped apart so easily.

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 24 days

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Daddy, don't go.

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #jiang fengmian #Scenes that are tragic but still made me laugh: JFM wrapping the boys *right back up* after finding out it was YZY who tied them up.#I know he did it because he understands the severity of what's going on in lotus pier & the need to protect his children.#But it also comes off as 'Oh your mother said so? Yeah I'm not overruling her. Listen to your mother kids. I gotta go.'#You guys ever think about how the last time Jiang Cheng saw his parents alive it was them both pushing him away one last time?#I do!!! I sure do!!! Now you can too! Welcome to my sad little club. The refreshments are all saltwater.#And the subtle difference in who the parting is intended for. YZY meant to leave WWX with JC as a protector. JFM wants them both safe.#The reveal that Zidian responds to JFM aches so badly.#The fact the weapon she literally lashes out with also reveals her heart is so poetic.#I sure hope they can reconcile their feelings. I hope it all works out.#This is the last of the math boat jokes. Back to labeling the boats properly after this.

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clandestine-stars · 2 years

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I am a perennially open wound. I do not scab and I do not heal, I bleed at the slightest touch.

#i was feeling poetic #and melodramatic #trauma

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wonderful-emoji · 1 year

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i don't know if you've done them already, but could you post the different versions of the hug/embrace emoji? ( 🫂 ) thank you!!

#i have not before #emoji #emojis #hug #hugging #the computer is a long story but feels poetic

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reasonsforhope · 9 days

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Hey adults: Why do you like being an adult? What do you like about your life?

A couple weeks ago I told the kids at my work that "Being an adult is pretty nice, actually," and they looked shocked, laughed incredulously, and told me I was the first person they'd ever heard say that

So clearly we adults need to talk about this way more often

The past few years have been hard for a lot of people, me included. Covid sucked. I lost three relatives and three pets in one year. Right after lockdown ended, I got badly injured, and ended up housebound for six months and (much more) disabled for two years, and that sucked too.

And you know what? Literally all of that was easier and better than being a teenager.

I like being an adult. I like my life. Even when it's hard, it's mine, and I am building to the best of my ability the a life that I want to live.

I talked about a lot of why being an adult is something worth looking forward to in my last post, so right now I'll simply say this:

I love actually knowing who I am now. I love that I learned and am learning what I want and need. I love that I have independence and autonomy and don't get treated like a kid. I love the fact that I'm the one who gets to decide want I want to do and what I need. I also love that I'm learning to sew. I love that I've had pet rats, and next will have a pet cat. I love that I got top surgery. I love the way I've decorated my room. I love traveling to visit and crash and even just hang out and do work with my friends, when I can. I love that I started reading good news every day, and that I actually have hope for the future, and that I started this blog and have been able to help give so many other people hope, too.

So, here's a call to action for my fellow adults: comment or reply or tag what you like about being an adult. What you love about your life.

Let's give some kids some reasons for hope.

#hope #not news #life #life advice #growing up #teenagers #adulthood #adulting #hopepunk #hope posting #hopeposting #also feel free to put your age to help make things feel more concrete and real #and make it clear that “being an adult is good” isn't just limited to your early twenties #in fact it's often better after your early twenties #I'm around 30 personally #I hope this post sounds poetic rather than pretentious lol #that last bit in particular had me going “hmm is this too much”#but actually I think that we dismiss hope and happiness too often #hope deserves to not always have to be serious but I think hope also deserves all the seriousness and gravitas that we can give it

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tomgrcg · 11 months

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did you tell?

#we were in the gold room. where everyone finally gets what they want.#poetic cinema #tomgreg #succession #mine #rebvilla are u out there i feel like you'd slay that first frame

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phoebepheebsphibs · 3 months

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Let me introduce you to my friends…

I dunno I felt poetic

Let me introduce you to my friends…

There’s the wind, who whispers secrets to me as I pass him uphill. He loves to chat, he sings to me and I duet. He can be cold, and pushy, and want to direct you in any way he chooses, but he loves to dance and always knows how to cheer me up.

I have other friends, the rain and water. Calm and sweet, gentle as a lullaby. They love to dream. I love to dance with the rain, jump and laugh and run into their arms. The water offers me a looking glass, and we play together in shallow pools. Sometimes they can get fierce and aggressive. The water played too rough with me once, and the rain brought the lightning to a fight. But afterwards they always apologize.

Then there’s the trees, my favourite friends. They often give me gifts, such as twigs and branches and leaves and blossoms. They are such good listeners, and they keep me safe and comforted in their embrace. I love my trees, because they are the audience for my stories. They never judge, never interrupt, and never grow too old. My trees used to carry me high into the sky, and we’d sit and gab for hours. Now I cannot fit into their branches, so we stroll together in the wood.

I also have friends in the bugs, of course. Tiny stinkbugs that love to sleep on the ceilings when it is too cold or too hot outside. They are quite silly. And the ladybirds, gentle souls who never trouble me. The spiders are interesting tenants, though… the wolf spiders seem to never get our eviction notices. But the orb weavers keep our yards decorated during the late summer and early autumn. Quite remarkable artists, they are… and of course the caterpillars and butterflies. Ridiculous people, charming but eccentric. And the snails, my precious darlings with their lovely homes. I often find them after they have moved out, and the house is empty.

The sky is a lovely friend, too. I love her watercolour set, she paints so extravagantly. And at night she brings her own friends to see me.

I adore the moon. We share a name, her and I! Her looking glass reflects the sun, another grand friend of ours. I love to see what dress the moon wears, how she has changed during the day and what she will wear tomorrow. I’ve heard she has a man, but I’ve never seen him for myself. I have seen her rabbit, though.

The stars are sweet acquaintances as well. I do not know all their names and home addresses, but I know the Dipper siblings, older and younger. We chat when we can. They have bright and winning smiles.

And lastly, I have some rather odd friends; I hope you won’t judge them too much. They are ridiculous and rude at times, but they typically mean well. They can be boisterous. More often than not they don't appreciate what they don't see or hear or understand. They like to pick on my bugs. They complain about the rain's visits. They tear down my trees and twist their arms. They spit in the wind. Some of them are good... but they don’t always notice my friends… sometimes they ridicule us. They tend to not believe in magic, so they cannot hear my friends. They are not all bad… but they make the mistake of growing up and forgetting.

Humans, they call themselves. We get along all right.

#phoebepheebsphibs feeling poetic #phoebepheebsphibs pheeling phoetic #phoebepheebsphibs #i was feeling poetic #poem #my friends #i am the lorax i speak for the trees #fae core #fae #fae coded #fantasy #magic #magical #im not a fan of humans #the wind #the rain #the trees #the bugs #the sun moon and stars

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bfmva7x · 1 year

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Lost in my own head;

Imagination running wild;

Begging to dread;

The feeling taking over...

Stuck in this place;

Stuck in this skin;

Putting on a brave face;

Preparing for the punishments of my eternal sin...

With the smell of death in the air;

I rise;

I draw my sword;

I rise;

Preparing for the battle to commence;

I fight.

Looking up to the sky, crimson;

Blood has been spilt tonight;

Time stands still;

As I stare toward the eternal light.

#mine #my poetry #random #poem #not all emos are suicidal or depressed #emo #goth #i was feeling poetic #my first poem #death #avenged sevenfold #a7x #m shadows #johnny christ #a7x forever #spotify #synester gates #zacky vengeance #syn

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queweenie · 3 months

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Lost Hills

I miss lost hills.

Its crazy that you can miss something you barely knew or remember

Laughter reverberated through the walls

The little bugs floating and flying into you in the main bathroom

Sharing the floor with 6 other kids

Now when i go, i only see it through the memories of when my family was more connected

The family that used to live there with Mario have left

Their room left desolate, now filled with only tools

The fields across from the house felt more barren, as if someone were watching

At night the sun always peeked out through the horizon where the cool breeze would hit you on the foot of the porch at 4 am

But it isnt the same now.

The gravel beneath my feet twist and crash differently.

The dirt bikes looks smaller than i remember, less fun.

Mario isnt family anymore.

I have no reason to visit that place.

One day i will.

#i was feeling poetic #sue me 🤧#poetry #poetscommunity #love #poets on tumblr #art #quotes #original poem #life #female poets #thoughts #late night thoughts #words

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zutarawasrobbed · 25 days

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Queen Shit

Imagine being one of the Kataang shippers who bullied Christine Boylan into deleting all her tweets and unliking all the Zutara fan art and posts publicly, thinking you won… only for her to become the new showrunner two weeks later.

#zutara #poetic justice #poetic cinema #k@taang shippers can be demons #imagine bullying a woman for a ship #pathetic #all of you.#I hope they’re crying right now #how does it feel to lose? I wouldn’t know #natla

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lostmf · 4 months

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By @cvnfvse

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