#rambling poem

[visgrapplinghooks]

Painted Green

Musings On Transient Beauty

The walls are painted green: A very light green, Reminiscent of the hue of a tomatillo.

They damage so easily: Marks accumulated over months of abuse, Marred by stains and scuffs and water.

And I often wonder: Why the fuck would you paint your walls light green? It doesn't make any sense!

Why make something beautiful only for its beauty to fade?

I crave a beauty built to last, Something that will never fade, Persisting past my own fading.

And I often wonder: Is there something I'm not seeing? Where's beauty when it's fleeting?

But transience doesn't mean things have to entropy so quickly.

A beauty built to last won't last forever, But it sure as hell will last longer than these walls painted green.

#creative writing #writing #poetry #poem #poems #writers of tumblr #writerblr #musings #thoughts #random thoughts #shower thoughts #rant poetry #poetic ranting #rambling #ramblings #rambling poetry #rambling poem #what is art #what is beauty

[unnamednemesis]

I am not real,

I am an illusory echo, screaming into the void

and watching what bounces back.

Hoping to see something new wash ashore.

The dying echoes and death throes

of a fallen angel

reborn as a rising ape

sailing alone against the steady march of entropy

and death

with a new dawn on the horizon.

#spilled ink #rambling poem #freestyle #screaming into the void #poetry #writing

[spocksgotemotions]

Look I just think that if you’ve ever loved Star Trek, Like really loved it (not just had a passing interest or casually consumed it) then it’s gonna be a part of you forever. It injects a little whimsy in you. A little thoughtfulness and curiosity and wonder. I’ll watch Star Trek and every time I do I feel like a little kid staring up at the stars holding onto the grass. I’ll watch Star Trek and every time I’m sitting out sharing a sweater with my friend as we talk about Spock and the sun starts to set. I’ll watch Star Trek and it’s the same feeling of calm awe that I get when I sit in the aquarium.

Aliens aside it’s about humanity. It’s always about humanity and trying to understand despite it all (which I think is a core tenet of humanity). And if that compels you then it’s going to stay with you. No matter if the packaging is a bit silly. Maybe even because the packaging is silly.

Also once you love Spock I don’t think you can stop

#captain’s own #star trek #star trek tos #mainly talking about the earlier treks cause I can’t speak for post ds9 #shitty half poem half rambling #I just really love Spock you know

[musings-n-museums]

i miss you so much (i forget why)

clips of all too well: the short film directed by taylor swift \\ scared of my guitar by olivia rodrigo \\ anything (demo) by dodie \\ post by @inanotherunivrse \\ tiktok comments by harashsidhu and ashmanathletics \\ tonight i can write by pablo neruda \\ the glass essay by anne carson \\ i miss you, i'm sorry by gracie abrams

#on love #on forgetting #on heartbreak #on grief #on loneliness #words #web weaving #webs #web weave #webweavings #webweaving #web weavings #poem #spilled poetry #rambling #words words words #poems on tumblr #poems and poetry #prose #prose poetry #spilled thoughts #writeblr #collage #digital collage #art #taylor swift #red #taylornation #gracie abrams #dodie

[asoftepiloguemylove]

BUT WHO COULD LOVE ME? I AM OUT OF MY MIND // IVAN & TILL

pinterest // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Anne Sexton Complete Poems of Anne Sexton, "The Papa and Mama Dance" // Fall Out Boy Hum Hallelujah // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Ernest Hemingway The Garden of Eden // Florence + the Machine Grace // Elliot Wake Black Iris // The National Daughters of the Soho Riots // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Mitski I Guess // Adam Silvera They Both Die at the End // Lorde Writer in the Dark // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Margaret Atwood Cat's Eye // Chris Abani Dog Woman // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Warsan Shire Souvenir, "Our Men Do Not Belong to Us" // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Louise Glück Faithful and Virtuous Night

#i was given 04 mins of content of these two and i could ramble about their dynamic FOREVER #take this from ivan's perspective mostly lmao #web weave #web weaving #poetry compilation #poetry paralells #alien stage #alnst #ivantill #alnst ivan #alnst till #anne sexton #fall out boy #ernest hemingway #florence + the machine #the national #mitski #adam silvera #lorde #margaret atwood #chris abani #warsan shire #writing #poem #spilled poetry #spilled ink #dark academia #dark academia poetry #poetry #words

[foldingfittedsheets]

One sunny day when I was in high school I was walking home alone. The sun was shining, gentle wind rustled the treetops. I was just starting to be able to see that beauty again. I had been depressed for a long time, but that mundane walk home felt magical to me.

On the sidewalk I saw something unusual. I was in love with life in that moment and fascinated to know more. I crouched down to observe and saw the most enchanting bug. I’d never seen anything like it. To this day I can’t remember what it looked like, only that it was as beautiful as the sun shining on the green world below.

My attention was rapt on this tiny magical creature living in such a massive and wondrous world, wondering what it was and marveling that I’d never seen anything like it.

I didn’t hear the girls come up behind me on the sidewalk. But suddenly there was a leg beside me. I wasn’t embarrassed to be caught looking at a bug. I was glad someone else might come observe this tiny wonder with me.

Her foot shot up and stomped down abruptly, crushing the object of my interest. I looked up at her.

I didn’t know either of the girls standing above me. They had seen a stranger and decided to punish her for behaving in a way they considered unacceptable. I looked up at the face of the girl who had killed my bug, trying to understand her thoughtless malice.

I think she had expected me to be upset or visibly shaken by her destruction. When I stared unblinkingly up at her she seemed to feel a brief moment of shame, shifting uneasily.

Then she and her friend turned and walked away without a word spoken.

#ramblies #sometimes I want to make a comic about this moment but I can never do it justice #it was just a random act of cruelty #but I think when I didn’t react how she expected she did realize what she’d done #writing #it’s not a poem but is it? I dunno #story

[loverboybreakdowns]

transness as transformation idk

#the arm scar bit is about phalloplasty tbc not like self harm or anyth #rambling #my poem #my poetry #original poetry #original poem #original writing

[welcometogrouchland]

I understand that literature nerd Jason Todd is kind of overblown in fanon compared to it's actual presence in canon (a few issues during his pre (and post?)crisis Robin tenure that highlight it) BUT consider that I think it's hilarious if the unhinged gun toting criminal has strong opinions on poetry

#ramblings of a lunatic #dc comics #Jason Todd #batfamily #it's just a fun quirk! it's a fun lil detail and I simply cannot slight ppl for enjoying and incorporating it into works #like obviously jason isn't the only one. I'm a big believer in the batfam having over lapping interests they refuse to bond over #i know dick canonically used the robin hood stories (which are pretty flowery in their language far as i can tell) as inspo for Robin #and i know babs was a librarian and even tho her area of nerddom is characterized as more computery she probably knows quite a lot- #-about literature as well #duke is a hobbyist writer i believe? i saw a fan mention that- which if so is great and I hope he's also a nerd #(i mean he is canonically. i remember him being a puzzle nerd in his introduction. but i mean specifically a lit nerd) #damian called Shakespeare boring but also took acting classes so i think he's more of a theatre kid. #Tim's a dropout and i don't think he's ever shown distinct interest in english lit and i can't remember for Steph? #I'm ngl my brain hyperfocused on musician Steph i forget some of her other interests I'm sorry (minus softball and gymnastics!) #and then Cass had her whole (non linear but it's whatevs) arc about literacy and learning to read #went from struggling to read in batgirl 00 to memorizing Shakespeare in 'tec and is now an avid read in batgirls! #she's shown reading edgar allen poe but we don't know if it's his short stories or his poems #point to all of the above being: i know Jason's not the only lit nerd in the batfam #but also i do need him to be writing poetry in his spare time and reading and reviewing it #jason at the next dead robins society meeting: evening folks today I'll be assigning all of us poems based on laika the space dog #damian and steph who have been kidnapped and brought to jasons warehouse to hangout: LET US GO BITCH #speaking of^ random poem i think jason would like: space dog by alan shapiro #wake up one morning in an unfamiliar more mature body with a profound sense of abandonment. the last four lines. mmm tasty

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hey, I had a thought for the fantasy au! So on one of the previous versions of the WH website, there was a rhyme for the show that went:

A house is a place with four walls and a floor,

with a ceiling above and a lovely front door.

There's a bed to cradle you safely at night,

and windows to bring in the morning sunlight.

Your house is a mirror of just who you are,

A reflection that tells you to never stray far.

Which I thought might make a good incantation for when Wally properly summons Home (I can't remember if that's ever required for Warlocks but hey, it's still a fun poem regardless).

ohhhh this. i like this...

bonus og sketch! big ol eyes...

& no capalet because uhhhh eh nah and also i wanted Home's pendant to be on full display!

#and who cares if warlocks cant / dont canonically do that! #im not here to follow rules im here to Have Fun! #also the poem is even more fitting for this au given the nature of wally & home's pact #a manifestation like this must take so much power... and i imagine it makes them Way more vulnerable than one would guess #i mean home would just be out in the open. no protective shell or nothing. #and if home dies wally dies #they'd probably need to be at full power/strength or pretty near to it in order to pull off a full summoning #its a party trick to be pulled out only in the most dire of situations! #rambles from the bog #scribble salad #wh fantasy au #this was an Incredibly fun scribble! #a bit of a challenge and very rewarding! #also his outfit is just so fun to draw #i love giving characters So Many Layers and then immediately ripping those layers off #im starting to wonder why my first instinct with wally is to make him Show Chest #deepen that V! pop those buttons! in this house wally darling shows nonexistent cleavage! #ok sorry. in my defense its 3 am and i didnt sleep well last night anyway #actually no im not sorry #wally is attractive and i Will take advantage of that canon fact #disclaimer: i do not find him attractive in a 👀 way. hes a pet cat to me #a really fucked up pet cat...

[secondbeatsongs]

1. Your father argued with your mother.

2. Your mother argued with your brother

3. Your brother argued with your father.

4. It was almost always cold.

5. That is all you remember.

"Nineteen eighty-something" from Multiple Choice by Alejandro Zambra

#poll #polls #poetry #alejandro zambra #multiple choice #that's right motherfuckers #I'm making you experience poetry #using the tumblr poll format #now answer the question #and learn something about yourself #this is one of my favorite poems from this book #and now you have to decide which version of it speaks to you the most #personal #sbs rambles

[chronicowboy]

do u guys know the poem about the butch strip club?

#sami rambles #one of my all time favourite poems but nobody ever knows what i'm talking about when i say it

[flowercrowngods]

It's unreal. The light is streaming in through the windows, the curtains still drawn to block out the midday heat, tinging their living room in golden hues that match so well with the light grey fabric of their new sofa.

Eddie should probably snap out of it and head over to the windows, open the curtains and let the light in, and with it the warmth and fresh air of a surprisingly wonderful day.

It's March, he hears the echoes of Steve's giddy voice a week or two ago. Everything's better in March.

Eddie didn't agree then, and he's not sure he agrees now, but he must admit there is something magical about this moment.

Still he remains rooted to the spot, leather jacket heavy on his shoulders, his hands hidden in the sleeves of it, just in case this really is a dream. Just in case someone will come in and snap him out of it, take away their couch and leave an eviction notice.

It's dumb. But Eddie doesn't deal well with things that are unreal. Things that he knows aren't meant for him. Things that he knows he only gets in this one play-through of his life, while millions of other Eddie Munsons are out there in parallel universes who never get to even lay eyes upon a couch this nice. Let alone buy it. From their own real adult money.

It's a corner sofa, the fabric light grey, and he remembers it being harder than it looks. Solid. Just perfect for both their fucked up backs, scar tissue pulling if they sit wrong for too long, phantom pain and muscle aches coming in hot when all they want is to just relax and enjoy a lazy evening.

Eddie bites his lip, trailing his eyes along the pristine fabric, the pillows lining the back of it, the flawless stitches keeping everything in shape.

They have a couch now. A sofa.

It's so fucking unreal.

He drops to the floor right then and there, sitting with his back against the wall, and never once taking his eyes off their sofa. It feels important to look at it for a while. It feels important to wait for Steve. It feels... It feels like maybe he'll ruin everything if he goes and sits on it now.

And it feels really fucking big.

At some point he hears the front door opening, their lock going so smoothly now that Steve fixed it with some graphite, and the sound makes Eddie smile. That's another thing that's unreal. The key barely making any noise, the lock not rattling, the door not creaking and cracking. Eddie pulls a strand of hair between his lips, the smile feeling too silly for this room, for this home, for everything he gets to have now.

For all the tiny things that matter now. All the tiny things he gets to have, turning the key's smooth slide into an allegory of everything he ever wanted but never dared to hope for.

The slide of curtains, the click-click-click of the window handle being turned to let the air in. The breeze of fresh spring air dancing around his nose.

It's all a little much. It's so fucking addicting.

And then Steve. Socked feet coming to a stop beside him, a hand landing in his hair, a voice that's so endlessly warm and fond and maybe a little worried sounding from above him, "Hi, angel."

"Hi," Eddie says, tearing his eyes away from their couch to meet Steve's. The sunlight from the windows hugs him, making him glow. Eddie smiles. He smiles and smiles and never wants to stop.

Steve hums as he leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, and Eddie weaves his arm through Steve's legs, holding onto his knee.

Everything feels a little less silly now. Like every time Steve doesn't question his little moments of sitting on the floor and just staring at things.

"We have a couch now," Eddie says, because it feels important to point out. Because Steve isn't looking at it.

"We do," he hums. "I got the call earlier. Thanks for helping with that, baby."

Eddie nods again, leaning his cheek against Steve's knee and trailing the couch again with his eyes. It looks brighter now that the curtains don't turn the room into something out of a sepia-type movie anymore.

Steve's hands comb through his hair, massaging his scalp a little with his nails. It's nice. It's warm. It's pretty.

And it's so unreal.

"I'm twenty-four," Eddie says then, and some part of him wants to carve that into the fabric. He won't. But maybe he should carve it somewhere else. "And I own a couch. It's a little crazy."

Steve comes to sit down beside him, their shoulders pressed together and he links their hands, resting them in his lap after a brushes a kiss to Eddie's knuckles.

"Why's it crazy, angel?"

He shrugs, resting his head on Steve's shoulders and curling into his warmth some more.

"Most of my life I never thought either of those would happen, y'know."

Another hum, followed by another kiss to the crown of his head. Another smile.

"But you did it," Steve whispers. "You made it. And we've got a couch now."

"We've got a couch now."

Saying it out loud doesn't make it feel any realer. It only makes his heart race and his eyes prick.

"I love you," he says, finally looking away from pretty grey fabric to meet prettier hazel eyes. "I love you so much."

Steve leans in, kissing the tip of his nose. "I love you. Thank you for buying a couch with me."

And it occurs to Eddie then that Steve understands him. Sitting there on the floor with him, hearing his words and listening to those unsaid, understanding Eddie on such a fundamental level that it should be scary. And it is, sometimes.

But he's not scared now. Because they have a couch. And they have pretty curtains that keep the light outside and still turn the room into something magical. And they have a lock that only needed a bit of graphite to let the keys glide smoothly.

And they have each other.

They stay on the floor until Steve's stomach growls, and they eat dinner with their backs against the couch and Eddie's feet in Steve's lap. They hold each other close after dinner, just breathing each other in as the breeze blows around them.

In the end, Eddie is the first to sit on the couch, with Steve standing between his legs and giving him a scalp massage in silence. In the end, Eddie buries his face in Steve's stomach to hide the tears, and Steve lets him.

Because this is real. And he gets to have this. They both do.

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#steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie #steve x eddie #listen i have a couch now and if you know me you know that i get really fucking emo about the tiniest things #i fixed my lock with graphite btw when i was blackout drunk. it still fills me with so much joy #sorry tag list gang idk what this is but it wanted out #i could write fics/poems/whatever about the most mundane things until the end of my days tbh so today we have: couch #dio words #dio's steddie ramblings #the hurt/comfort is implied like you'll catch it when you reflect on the words but most importantly this is healing. and comfort. and fluff #and so much love and understanding it makes me wanna throw up

[yonemurishiroku]

Absolutely love how despite Rick killing off Jason Grace, we still refuse to let him die.

#we would mention him at every chance we've got #we would tell stories about the future he could have had #we would recite poems about the happiness he once dreamt of that wasn't Elysium #jason grace woud live on in people's heart #jason grace #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #dead jason grace

[hiveswap]

You find a fossil on the beach. It had once been a snail, one that didn't know it won't be granted the obscure death of its peers, that it will never quietly join the limestone, never again to be seen for what it once was. It didn't know much of anything.

It once had a soul. It must have had, because it too hatched from a soft egg, from a clutch of many siblings. Have all the others become part of the homogenous limestone, the mass grave of an ancient ocean? Or are they out there, long gone but immortal siblings separated by the sea?

Do you take it home? The sides of the pebble it is embedded into have began go erode. Perhaps its soul, if it does have one, longs to erode. You hold the snail in your hands. It is long gone, gone before the first human walked this beach, gone before the waves and the salt even ate away at this shoreline.

Do you take it home? Protect the soul of the lone immortal snail, one that will never see its siblings again, never will join them in the limestone? Or do you give it back to the water, allow the gentle waves to push stone against stone as it had for millenia, carving away at a small body turned to stone?

You are found in the ground, one day in the future. A shovel digs between your clavicles as men in bright-coloured jackets shovel the dirt from your resting place.

You will be on the news that day: for five minutes, then never again. Voices you will never hear debate if they should bury you in the soft dirt, to one day join the limestone, or take your brittle bones to a museum.

You hold the ancient snail, longing to erode, in your hand.

#jenna rambles #poems

[red-might-be-dead]

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hi guys its me, william, i made vynce a tumblr account so he can see my poems. wisp out. 🥀

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poem #16627 - wolves again

~𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓸𝓵𝓯 𝓯𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓪𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓲 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝔀𝓸𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓸𝓵𝓯 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮~

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Aoes anoyne knwo how to fxi this.

#Accident

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#Another one.

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Yuo ever thinj about murder

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thats wrong vyncent 😢

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Tehy shoufl make murder elgal

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hi again! its me, william, i took vyncent's phone off of him while he was sleeping, wanna ask me anything? 🥀

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[wanna talk about boys voice] is vyncent sleeping next to you 😳right 😳now 😳 omg are you stroking 😳 his 😳 hair 😳 and playing 😳 with 😳 his 😳 fingers 😳

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no more questions. wisp out. 🥀

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i finally got that dumb fucking cat on my island. im not letting him leave. ever.

youre mine. raymond.

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oh, to be as ignorant as you, you sweet summer child....

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Gto a new knife.

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#vyncent has autocaps on and william does too but he just clicks the caps button before typing #ashe has atleast 6000 followers #william has 5 and its ashe vynce dakota and tide plus someone who followed him for his poems #the three notes on the stroganoff post is ashe dakota and william #ashe is called that bc of that one persons post that one time that i reblogged like 50 times #jrwi show #just roll with it #jrwi pd #jrwi prime defenders #vyncent sol #william wisp #dakota cole #ashe winters #jrwi tide #ghostknife #red rambles relentlessly #save for later #idk man i think this is silly i enjoy it alot #unreality #blog simulator

[sualne]

having a normal one with poems again.

#my art #my comic #undescribed #if you want to create a language i 100% recommend you try translating a few poems in it and see what kind of fuckery you can come up with #to imply even more things ect. making up grammatical rules and all is so fun. con is you have to explain a lot of things for others #to understand your incoherent ramblings