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kryptoniteandcatnip · 8 months

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Because it’s just too beautiful not to share.

Hozier kept so many of us afloat during the pandemic lockdown, bringing beauty and comfort through his favorite poems and readings in real time, every Friday. These readings are a true testament to the power of the spoken word and the meaningful connections we can make with each other when we share the things that bring us joy.

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #poetry #poetry live stream #poetry reading #hozier addiction #omg this man #Youtube

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mylifeasci-blog · 29 days

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27/04/2024

In this small life of mine, I want to sleep, read, sleep, read, watch movies, and demise in my fears. Again and again a small sorrow weary ambivalent to my breasts which contour me. I want to explore inwardly, don’t stop myself but believe concurrent like a death, like a gaze somewhat slow. Ah life, where do I go?

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dreamcatcherwriting · 7 months

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Happy Birthday Ranboo! (A Poem By Your -*koffkoff*- Esteemed -*koffkoff*- DreamCatcher)

I also sent this to them in an ask but um yeah.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RANBOO! This is probably late due to timezones BUT it is still your birthday for me here! I hope you had a great time and that you enjoy this absurd poem I wrote.

-genloss spoilers included-

Happy birthday Ranboo!

Another year survived,

Of bringing silly laughter

Into lots of peoples’ lives

Happy birthday, Ranboo!

Another year escaped

Of barking and spiked boxes

And of moistly failed cakes

Happy birthday Ranboo!

You bring happiness to all

By making frozen ice cream

And exploring empty malls.

From Resident Evil mods

With pandas and banana guns

To sleepy streams and soundboards

And the backrooms, oh what fun.

After years of waiting,

It was Ranboo rebrand time

A new era realm of content

Time for silliness to shine

We were so excited that

We nearly hit the moon-

Bouncy little us-puffs and a lofi Ranboo tune

And that’s not all, you also

Finally chose to make a cake

It was very wet and hydrated,

But you don’t know how to bake.

So sadly it emerged

Fit enough to kill a king—

With extra frosting, lacking eggs

This abominable thing.

I almost forgot Generation Loss

Three silly painful streams

As it slowly changed from funny

To the most terrifying scenes.

From the cabin to the warehouse

To the final Choice

We were forced to listen

To the anguish in your voice.

And in the end I’m sad to say

Your doting viewers voted “die”

I guess we just can’t stand to see

Our beloved streamer cry.

Hooray! A year of Ranboo!

What a silly, silly time—

I hope I have commemorated it

In this endless rhyme

Now here is to another

Hundred years of Ranboo fun—

Please don’t eat uranium

When you decide your time is done.

We love you Ranboo!

Have an awesome day!

Never stop being silly,

Or making wet, moist cakes-

Okay?

-DreamCatcher

#ranboo #ranboolive #ranboosaysstuff #ranboo live #my favorite streamer #happy birthday ranboo #dreamcatcher writes stuff #kinda I mean it's a poem #the uranium thing is an joke from one of their streams #genloss #sorta #poetry #but silly #silly #sillyposting #idk lol #okay byeeee

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du-hjarta-skulblaka · 1 month

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Every now and then I think about how I want to write poetry but like. I don't know what poetry is I known it when I see it but I don't know how to recreate it. And I also don't like most of what I know

#i like...imagery.#i like words that you can feel #but i cant tell that apart from how i think #like. alot of how i talk online is at least somewhat stream of consciousness and trying to convey how i feel #which #is also how i understand poetry that i connect with #smh why cant i just say im a philospher poet and earn a living from that

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halleehalfgallon · 2 years

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some morning before the brook freezes over, I would like to be bundled up and sat beside it with a mug of something hot. in recent years the water hasn’t run for most of the summer (as opposed to never going dry my father’s whole childhood long), so when the spring and fall bring in the rain it feels a sacred sight to see.

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milevasplace · 7 months

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I finally published my poetry book, it is a deep book and it is a journey to self love,self discovery and our purpose. When you read it, you heal, the purpose of my book is to connect you to you, to the higher realms of love.

''a single strand of light passes through your heart it opens the vessel in you, that needs to be heard, seen and felt. it is time for you to face and look for the beauty that lies within you by your side, there's your pain that overlaps your days there is your happiness that you bite into, with a small mouthful too scared of being greedy somehow you are curious to know more about yourself you, your biggest mystery''

have yours here :www.amazon.ca/Filaments-self-M…

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benevolenterrancy · 2 years

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Odd, for as weird as it seems... Klink probably belongs better within the realm of Napoleon rather than that of the 2nd World War. But even then... Let's say Klink wears a Prussian Uniform, and Hogan and gang in their nations respective uniforms from the era... Honestly I can't imagine how that would go. Because think of it, Technically Newkirk is allied with Klink and Schultz, with LeBeau being aligned with Hogan, Carter, and Kinchloe....

But weird Napoleonic geopolitics aside, the uniforms themselves would look very dashing.

tbh i have NO knowledge about historical uniforms of basically any shape or form but i do enjoy this concept, absolutely adore people using their niche interests to create the wildest and coolest au's. you're so right about klink...

#hogan's heroes #newkirk #peter newkirk #corporal newkirk #klink #wilhelm klink #colonel klink #tbh please expand on this i'd love to read more #i remember studying how military poetry changed pre- and post-wwi and honestly klink feels almost like he embodies that concept #like the difference between the charge of the light brigade and dulce et decorum est #he's someone living in the era of the latter but has the mentality of the former and it sure does mix into a ridiculous cowardly slurry huh #i'm not sure if that makes a lick of sense but there's my stream of conscious while i'm also trying to concentrate of dnd #these uniforms are probably comically wrong but c'est la vie #my art

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home-ward · 5 months

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I finally made it to Christmas, and I caught another cold. I’ve been a bit graceless in my frustration and pain, but I think my loved ones have forgiven me.

“I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside of me there will always be the person I am tonight.” F. Scott Fitzgerald

#slow living #stream of conscious writing #fae aesthetic #Christmas #book core #books #aesthetics #quotes #tumblr quotes #words to live by #love poems #love #poetry #poetry academia #romantic aesthetic #mine #self realization #motivation #christmas aesthetic

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johnny-chaos · 1 month

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He has the texture of a carpet but the heart of a hero.

#copymight infringement #contemporary poetry live on stream at wrtv....

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mylifeasci-blog · 1 month

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Maybe it was love or living that petrified her the most, and her bones into a shrivelled mess, ah but how to live, and how to love all those in her mind, I want the in depths the shrine concluding its divinity. In which words would cascade her own memory, freely she will shine berit all in all a self alone pure, wild, endurance in such wilderness is herself, a small meaning a small cascade waiting for her, small animals in small meadows. What would her meaning be? I don’t know what im saying but of words which would float, Inuit and screaming, calviating themselves in abundance, but let us dance and cheer in velocity.

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ugisfeelings · 1 year

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i love being a fake fan i still haven’t watched s&b but i have seen literally every single cast interview and i think everybody should clap for a little crows spinoff so frederick james carter can stay employed or else ill burn down the basement that they run n*tflix in 🤗

#qq #i know i am losing the war on parasociality!#but the cast is soooo charismatic pls I wanna be friends with all of them and i specifically want to make out w/ nina’s actress #i did watch all the scenes w/ kaz inej n nina #ish. or what was available on youtube #in my defense i dont have any of those damn streaming subscriptions!#i actually factually have a crush on daniella’s laugh some1 cast me as another asian love triangle threat to these messy whites!#or lemme replace tolya i can sell the poetry wannabe besties w/ kaz while terrorizing him by flirting w/ his crush better #the intellectuals in the writing room for this season were fighting for their lives but i respect the battles they picked #(making kaz a poetry reader and adding a kanej love triangle)#i hope jesper n wylan break up #soc

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brettesims · 9 months

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🌼 Be Here Now

“Drink wine

This is life eternal

This all that youth will give to you

It is the season for wine, roses, and drunken friends

Be happy for this moment

This moment is your life”

~ by Unknown

#poem #poetry #live #be here now #presence #wine #bliss #have fun #stream of conscience #the power of now #short poem

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springtimebat · 10 months

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Kikiyama (A Short, Experimental Poem)

“Build bridges, not walls” is the statement sprayed across a subway station as I make my way to my afternoon classes. It’s just past noon, the mildew in the air makes me feel more awake, more aware. I can appreciate my corporate surroundings, analyse a reality which is less than ideal. I take apart the statement mentioned in my head many times as I walk, take it apart piece by piece like large segments of concrete. Man-made concrete that would crush me, take apart my body, discrete my inner being just as I myself destroy its inspirational edifice. The underground I take three times, sometimes six, a week swallows me in tiny bites, pressing against my hips, dips and marks. The subway car I take slides open a rubble-grey door. Its amber lights lick and leer at my face, my spots, like a hollow feeler, or perhaps a greedy, swollen tongue. And I want to die on this platform.

Build bridges, not walls. Scrawled in an artist’s blood, the poet's handwriting giving way to their rushing soul. Yet, all their screed remains hidden with underground chambers. Their language provokes great rebellion, unification despite worldly barriers, great masterworks made in periods of immense trauma. This personal mantra, however, remains a simple, silver line on our man-made caves under citizen footsteps. Kikyama, or “machine mountain”. Loosely translated, much like the shackles that sometimes appear on the paper wrists of the upper suburbia. To the uninitiated, such a term may bring to mind bright thoughts. A kaleidoscope of restrained emotion. Instances of humanity displayed with evocative clarity.

A collective sky-garden like hallowed halls during space travel. Perhaps, this too is simply a stark projection from me. Accidental poetry, accidental dreams. Manufactured dreams, maybe? Manufactured dreams of grief and sadness.

Still, even with these jumbled ideas and themes that persist (and chip, chip, chip away), I go back to the subway walls and their slow decay. Build bridges, not walls, spray painted onto a lime-green wall. That is my personal, secret machine mountain, my cave composed of ash, and air, and shadow. Slowly, I begin to board my train away.

#writing #creative writing #my wrtitng #stream of consciousness #free writing #poetry #american gothic #southern gothic #urban decay #city living #existential dread #existentialism #introspection #weirdcore #cryptidcore #machine mountain #partly inspired by yume nikki #horror

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retrospeccd-writes · 9 months

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So I found this buried in my notes, written when the pandemic still had a chokehold on the world. It was mostly a stream of consciousness, just spilling out how all the death seemed so needless and how unreal everything felt, but I thought I might share.

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It seems terribly strange, sometimes, living in the now and thinking of the "before".

Before 'PPE' and 'social distancing' became terms so familiar that the vinegar taste of them lingers for every hundredth time they're spoken.

Before masks, hand sanitizer, and plexiglass made everyday retail a bizarre liminal atmosphere; halfway real, halfway unreal, fully unsettling.

Before preventable death became an exhaustive stream of ticker tape on the daily newsreel, lives measured in scrolling font.

Before all of This, where there is yet to be an After.

Strange.

In my own little hemisphere of existence a single word often punctures through, frequenting even the most mundane: surreal.

When I realize my brain now marks every interaction as a risk, and measures safety in the cozy number 6.

Surreal.

There's a level at which my anxiety relishes in this new necessity of perfectionist avoidance, rejoices at the automation of wired awareness. It keeps it occupied, at least, while the months run through my fingers and take lives and the memory of Normal with them.

The chasm between what is and could've been is wide, and the small but stable spit of land I stand on is better by far than the cliff opposite. I know how the world could've looked from there.

There is no lack of gratitude for what I have in a world that seems so terribly intent on taking away

Stability.

Empathy.

Lives.

780,131.

#writing #writer #covid19 #covid 19 #pandemic #stream of consciousness #pandemic experience #living history #poem #poetry #pandemic poetry

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milevasplace · 7 months

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I finally published my poetry book, it is a deep book and it is a journey to self love,self discovery and our purpose. When you read it, you heal, the purpose of my book is to connect you to you, to the higher realms of love.

''a single strand of light passes through your heart it opens the vessel in you, that needs to be heard, seen and felt. it is time for you to face and look for the beauty that lies within you by your side, there's your pain that overlaps your days there is your happiness that you bite into, with a small mouthful too scared of being greedy somehow you are curious to know more about yourself you, your biggest mystery''

have yours here :www.amazon.ca/Filaments-self-M…

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dreaminmetaphors · 1 year

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Senryu (Set 1)

Casting my own self Into this digital sea... Will I net prophet? Saying "goodbye" hurts. Good to know it's just for now. Never forever.* The best of strangers. Tumblr living with friends who've not met each other.** I struggle, carry the weight, as we spin once more: The Wheel of the Year.*** Hands at her skirt's hem, Fighting the breeze for control, Long blonde locks aloft. *inspired by @sshtonedseagoat comment during live stream **inspired by conversation in my live stream between @king945 and @kbear0111 ***written with participation by @kbear0111 during live stream

#tumblr live #senryu #original poem #inspiration participation #live participation #live stream poetry

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