drownedxvalkyrie

[drownedxvalkyrie]

"Goodbye."

You would never know.

The sun would rise and cast its morning glow.

You would greet the day life bestows.

Some days with a bounce in your step.

While others, you take it slow.

Seizing the day with yesterday's burdens in tow,

And a shot of hot espresso on the go.

Telling friends and family "Good morning, hello."

You would never know.

I hit it low.

While riding sunrise's clouds,

And staring at the world below.

You would never know.

My smile was happiness lacking ammo.

"I'm good" and laughter all apart of the grandest of shows.

So you would never know.

My time was borrowed.

I said, "Goodbye," but you didn't know.

My "goodnight" was the afterglow,

While I kissed Death without a mistletoe,

To greet stars hanging from the willow.

#poetry #poem #writer #write #poet #writing #poetrys not dead #tradegy in poetry

[drownedxvalkyrie]

Fantasize Her

I'm not your first choice kind of girl.

Don't have the pretty hair you imagine messing up,

But the girl over there has you snared.

Don't have the soft, kissable lips you fantasize about,

But she's offering you a taste, just a sip.

Don't have the flawless skin you crave to touch,

But her gentle glow pulls you in.

Don't have the beautiful curves you dream of caressing,

But hers have you nearly losing your nerve.

Don't have the siren eyes you want to stare into,

But those batting lashes have you feeling high.

Don't have the personality you like,

But she has you losing time in reality.

I'm not her.

Hair has always been wild and free,

Just like me.

My lips lose their filter,

But could also leave you bewildered.

Skin that has seen life,

And I can share what it's like to really live it.

Not built like a goddess of your dreams,

No lush curves to test seams

My eyes lack the light of sensual intensity,

But they're bright with playfulness that dances with devilry

Never been feminine and soft for the pleasure of others,

I'll roll in the dirt even in a dress that smothers

I'm not your first choice kind of girl

I'm sure as hell not her.

#poetic #my poems #poem #poetry #poet #writing #poetrys not dead #write #writer

[drownedxvalkyrie]

"Freedom is Buried Six Feet Deep"

Freedom is buried six feet deep

Still wearing boots that marched for peace

Respects paid by the deceased

Family and friends reminisce

Bonding over memories missed

Wondering about futures that could have been

Before tucking Freedom in

Freedom is lost in our streets

Haunted by loud, unexpected sounds

That has them hitting the ground

Plagued by comrades sightless eyes

No final goodbyes

Tormented by hopeful grips and last breaths

Sputtering Freedom's last words before death

Freedom is falling through air

Or staring at barrels thinking about the taste of a bullet

Because before they could reach the lifeline, we pulled it

Married to anxiety and depression pills hoping for a cure all

But PTSD begs to be drowned in alcohol

Ignorance is bliss

When you aren't hoping the whistles in the sky miss

Our excuses to cower from protecting innocents and making history

While Freedom added to scars so you could celebrate life's basic victories.

Freedom is greeting your newborn at home

Holding their hand and knowing their name

While someone else's kid is taking bullets and crawling through flames.

Freedom is spending hours a day with the ones you love

Sharing moments of happiness and passion

While someone else's loved one bleeds out, turning pale and ashen.

Freedom is watching the stars and moon light up the sky at night

Smiling as the sun paints the morning sky

While artillery blasts muddy the air and a soldiers last letter becomes their goodbye.

Freedom is those who made it, marching home

Steps heavier as they carry Freedom with them in a casket

Freedom is six feet deep

Buried and honored by stones.

[drownedxvalkyrie]

In Loving Memory: Loved One's Regrets

Her clouds drown the sun

Shadows sailing over them

Like a raft lost at sea

And tears fall from her fingers

As she reaches longingly

To the hopeful face basking

In droplets of melancholy

Beneath the earth.

And drums pound on

Doors below the ground

But she swims further

Clawing past worms

As dirt decorates her nails

And maggots gently feast

On soft flesh

Spilling rivers of life

Her last breath

Stolen

By an unanswered plea

As a broken soul stares

At what they can't see

Under blankets of soil

And marked in stone

By loved ones regrets

[drownedxvalkyrie]

She may weave the Queen's curses, but it will be her blade that steals your light. You'll perish a 1,000 times and 1,000 more before she grants you Earth's deep sleep. For her pact is made in agony and blood.

On a lighter note! Here be my friend's!

#original character #dnd #renfest #custom fit

[drownedxvalkyrie]

Mitawa Nagi

The starscattered sky foretells the pieces of me missing.

The call of their twinkling lights,

Reflected in the song of strangers.

Fragments I never knew,

But hold dearly

Some forever lost, never to be claimed.

Flickers of me drowning in the dark,

And the shadow of my soul bleeding into the light.

The depth of who I am,

Trapped within thousands just like you.

Your eyes the mirror to a sliver of me I wish to hold.

Be it qualities tempered in redemption,

Or forged in damnation.

Whether we end as friend, lover, or foe.

I'll claim them all.

Just to be whole.

#poetry #writer #poem #write #poet #writing #poetrys not dead

[drownedxvalkyrie]

Clapbacks of Societies Slut (V-VIII)

Part V:

"I could be your daddy."

What a strike out!

Just because I have daddy issues,

Doesn't mean I want to be privy to your trash can of used tissues.

Oh you're just going with the trend?

Tiktok thirst traps,

And overused suggestions.

Sure, let's play pretend.

You walk out the door -

Show me the deadbeat dad you stand for

And I'll give your disappearance...

An encore.

Part VI:

"Why put so many holes in that pretty little face?"

Haven't you heard?

It's more fun!

When you have holes to choose from.

Oh sorry, you're a classic?

Slacking on the upkeep.

But you've got an ego that's jurassic!

Doesn't hide the fact you're pathetic.

What's wrong?

Can't handle the snap back?

So I'm the maniac?

Didn't expect a "rude" one?

Look in the mirror.

You're just mad you've been outdone.

Part VII:

"You'd be prettier with something in your mouth"

Prettier than you that's for sure.

I'd hate to steal your show.

Need some tips and tricks you can borrow?

Here's a sucker

Give it a lick.

Start with the basics -

Since that's all you know how to be.

You're not even being misogynistic.

Just a chauvinistic dick.

Go on get mad,

Throw your weight around.

Give me a reason to put you in the ground,

Put a red flag on your grave like a bad ad.

Part VIII:

"That ass is begging for a good time"

Are you offering?

It's already had one but let's see if you can one up them.

With a statement like that failure to perform would be a war crime.

Not up to task?

Cold feet already, but you were the one to ask!

Was I too bold?

Not shy enough for your fuck boy fantasy?

That's your fallacy.

Yeah, I saw the moment you thought you had a checkmate.

Too busy eyeing the Queen's assests.

You should have been watching the pawns opening move.

Too late!

You lose.

Ass bated you into a Fool's Mate.

You played poorly.

At you're limit with no room to improve.

#poetry #poem #writer #write #poet #poetrys not dead #catcalls #catcalling #clapbacks #society #slut

[drownedxvalkyrie]

Clapbacks of Societies Slut (I-IV)

Part I:

"You look like a whore..."

Yeah?

It's a damn good look.

Don't you think?

Already on my hands and knees,

Blinking up at you sweet and pretty,

From the cold, hard floor.

So I'll do you one better.

I don't need your petty change,

Of slimy leers,

And greedy hands.

Because I'm the slut,

In no makeup, jeans, and sweater.

Whore you think I am,

But I don't bargain in the loose change,

Dangling between your thighs,

If you know what I mean.

So, take your compliment turned insult,

And scram, goddamn.

Part II:

"Damn girl, you look good on your hands and knees"

Oh, believe me.

I know.

You don't have to be so unoriginal.

Lucky for me, I'm not here to be your tease.

God, you'd make it too easy.

Just arche my back and nibble my lip,

Don't even have to wiggle my hips,

And you'd pitch your tent.

Shifting foot to foot all uneasy, definitely sleazy.

You know what?

I know what would make you look so much better,

If your mother had used a hanger.

Then I wouldn't be eye level with your wanger.

I'll be your imagination's smut, but certainly not your slut.

Part III:

"You'd look prettier if you smiled"

Should I bat my eyes,

And admire you from beneath my lashes too?

Looking to be beguiled or riled?

I'm beautiful regardless of the curve of my lips.

But you're looking for an invitation.

Validation.

Your desperation never sounded so obnoxious.

Okay, I'll bite.

Give you duplicities flirtatious slip.

Of course, I'll smile sweetly at you,

Right as poison's falling,

From honeyed lips,

Because it's too bad...

The same can't be said for a man like you.

Part IV:

"You've got three holes, surely I can borrow one?"

Now that one was clever.

But I'm not sorry to say..

All spots reserved - you can have none.

Over confident smirk,

While the bros snicker.

But you didn't expect to light a fire.

If sparring is you're desire...

Fix your footwork.

You've got a small mind for big impressions

Over compensating with bold implications

But you have less than 3 inches

And they're in constant regression.

#poetry #poem #write #poet #poetrys not dead #clapbacks #snapped #catcalls #catcalling #society #slut

[drownedxvalkyrie]

I started a poem series called "Clapbacks of Societies Slut" and each poem starts with a sexual/suggestive comment or "catcall" made toward me while I'm at work.

I work at a grocery store in Missouri.

I have the first eight ready and twenty total in mind - so far.

#poetry #writer #poem #write #catcalls

[drownedxvalkyrie]

Venom of a Mask

This mask has never felt tighter

Suffocating until I lose my personality

The image you see isn't me

I'm the ghostwriter

of the person you see

I'm painted in mendacity

Even while my lips spell honesty

Giving you a glimpse of what's underneath

But you'll never be an insider

The closer you get

The deeper I sink

Sharing the real pieces of me would be insanity

But you've caught a glimpse

Of what's buried at the bottom of the sea

Now I'm donning new armor

Not even a fighter, but you're a viper

Poisoning my liars humanity

And I'm panicking

Because I don't even like the real me

Blending in was better than being the outsider

Can't even coast the shadows anymore

You're strangling my imposter

Constricting her with tenacity

The audacity

Thinking you own the right to know me

The unfiltered me

The real me

Not my forgery

And I'm clinging desperately

To the mask that's cracking

Cutting myself on the true enemy

While worried about the venom of false empathy

And the lies are falling away

Consumed by the snake with integrity

While I bleed on the truth

That I lead myself astray

#poetry #poem #writer #poet #writing #tradegy in poetry #poetrys not dead #write

[drownedxvalkyrie]

"Hands of Bliss"

You're a plague, keeping me in torment.

Slipping from shadow to shadow in my mind,

Beckoning me with promises confined,

Teasing me with temptations scent.

There's fantasies I long to reinvent.

The tracing of your fingertips beckon I unwind,

Your gentle touch a spell that binds,

Crumbling resolve, making way for eager consent.

Dizzying needs and want disorient,

Taunting and teasing, so unkind.

I can play the same game in kind,

Long before me, you'll be spent.

Tangled hair, wicked kisses is passion's cement.

The press of you no cage, but I'm still confined.

I thought I was in control, but I'm blissfully resigned.

Yours are the masteful hands I beg to frequent.

#poetry #writer #poem #poet #writing #passion #love #if you can call it that

[drownedxvalkyrie]

"Warship"

Fire!

Because if I yell help I'm less likely to get it

Busted lip

Useless self defense tips

Clothes ripped

Kick, scream, spit

Cry, claw, don't quit

Short skirts, tight shirts equals submit

Ignorantly said you half-wit

I was wearing a baggy outfit

Now I'm a misfit, unfit

Couldn't outwit the conflict

But I'm the convict

Actions sanctioned by societies holy writ

Love thy neighbor affiliate

Contradicts you hypocrit

Still asking for it If a gun clicks

Or a hand on the throat constricts

Knife ready to send me to the crypt

Half stripped

Ill equipped

Fire!

But you're sticking to your script

Saying we liked it

Happy to be picked

As if it was a courtship

Pause and skip

It's the same basic bullshit transcript

Courtrooms approval to recommit

Fire!

I'm on a warship

#poetrys not dead #poet #poem #poetry #writing #tradegy in poetry #writer #triggering themes #trigger warning #awareness

[drownedxvalkyrie]

Oblivion's Coming for You

One, two

Heaven or Hell's coming for you

Three, four

Pick between their two doors

Five, Six

The Gods are full of tricks

Seven, Eight

You promised to change too late

Nine, Ten

Death's bell pays for your sins

#poetry #poet #poem #writing #tradegy in poetry

[drownedxvalkyrie]

"Happy Hunting"

In twisted Mists screaming for silence

With diluted dreams forged

Hammers echo desperate schemes

Purity of innocence purged

In weathered forests moaning for peace

With clawing ambitions six feet down

Wind howling and weeping crones

Dirty honor a dead traitors crown

In crumbling mountains reaching for atonement

With paradise ambushed by futility

Steep plunges for moral atrophy

Truce signed by measures of pliability

In violent winds one is twisted and ruined

With little peace and a dead man's curse

Blood and vengeance life's staple

And Death's scythe the buried nurse.

In crashing waves of the abysmal

With silence choking prayerful screams

In silken prison and plush depths

Alas, it was nothing but a frightful dream.

#poem #poetry #poetrys not dead #tradegy in poetry #poet #writing

[drownedxvalkyrie]

I'm a taken woman now.

#gaming #pc #elden ring #lunar princess ranni #ranni the witch #my beloved #sorry guys im married to a dead witch #well kind of dead

[drownedxvalkyrie]

She’s growing up so fast.

@suddenxdesire​ I showed you mine, now show me yours? 

#elden ring #character #Avariyah Evexa #pc #gaming #contrast character concept

[drownedxvalkyrie]

Today a coworker said: You know when little kids get angry and they shake or throw their toys around? That's what God does with you.

#seizures #human maraca #demolished doll #blue screen of doom #reality glitch #system rebooting #this dlc isn't working right #404 #Did you try turning it off and on again? #If I have a seizure while dancing it's only an improvement... #Little Seizures has the best pizza #How's your handshake? I bet mines better