#(most of the others are poetry) | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

firstfullmoon · 3 months

Text

Ada Limón, “Work”

#it’s rotten work / not to me. not if it’s you #for one human being to love another is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks the work for which all other work is but preparation #w #poetry #ada limón

330 notes · View notes

soracities · 1 month

Note

traveling to see a long distance lover in a few months and we're both about 5'4.. its symmetry of the heart! its completing a matching set after 20 years! its fitting over each other like milkcrates! its our shadows lining up! its picking same-sized clothes to exchange so we can still hold each other after i go! im in love and its my scariest secret! i am in love!!!!!

anon this is..........i am..............oh my godddd 😭

#ask #Anonymous #how can you just drop this haunting piece of poetry in my inbox like its no big deal 😭#i hope your shadows dance in perfect symmetry i hope the milk crates hold each other firmly and without wavering i hope every item of #shared clothing after your meeting greets you with the surprise of a love letter through the mail box opening to the familiarity of a well #loved hand in yours i hope you have the most the most the MOST beautiful time when you meet your beloved i hope its like the sun emerging t #warm you on all sides #love is a house with many rooms

166 notes · View notes

lucky-clover-gazette · 8 months

Text

i honestly love the fact that i have just been following two people very invested in dnf for like a year, either bc of a misclick or other mutual fandom, because i have so little knowledge about what is and is not real with those two. i have never played or watched a mindcraft in my life, however i can acknowledge insane homoeroticism when i see it, and those two are either ridiculously committed to a bit or ridiculously committed to each other, and to the like fifteen people who still seem to care post-face reveal (which i always thought was awful by the way, like people were dicks about it) it doesn’t really matter

#i’ve never been a rpf girlie and most of the time it’s pretty delusional and weird to me #but from what i’ve seen those two invite it #and the amount of Events that happen that i just see mutuals losing their shit about #is so funny #like oh what’s going on with these two men today oh they kissed with tongue at a pride parade? interesting #the tall one wrote snd publicly performed poetry about the twink? sure #they both seem insufferable to everyone except each other and you know what i respect it #tagging it #dnf #bc what fandom doesn’t want to see a bewildered mini essay about them

302 notes · View notes

the-eclectic-wonderer · 10 months

Text

I’ve been exposed to waaaay too much taylor swift lately, so I went for a walk on the anti tag to cleanse my mind. I’ve seen a lot of commentary about her racism / privilege / climate crimes etc, which is all extremely important ofc, but also, like…

She’s boring. SO boring. The music, the lyrics, the ideas, everything, it’s just the most basic stuff you can imagine, just beige all around.

I get being basic but, like… at least Starbucks drinks have some semblance of taste.

#like girl please #‘she’s the best lyricist of our time’ GIRL #i am BEGGING swifties to listen to other stuff because this ain’t it girlies!!!#like. i get loving basic songs. i am also an enjoyer of basic pop music. it’s made to resonate with people #that’s why it’s pop!#but you also don’t see me arguing that Coldplay are amazing lyricists!!!!!!!#please listen to other stuff. read poetry. read a book. and stop telling me about that monster/baby lyrics it’s literally the most boring #thing I’ve ever heard please god #anti taylor swift

147 notes · View notes

simmyfrobby · 11 months

Text

― Voting as Fire Extinguisher, Kyle Tran Myhre

Hockey Poetry Post 48/?

(Photo credit: Dave Sandford, Chase Agnello-Dean, link, Chris Sweda, Debora Robinson, Bill Smith, Jeff Haynes, Chase Agnello-Dean, Jeff Vinnick, link)

#this poem has been rotting away in my drafts since the day after the lottery #and I haven't wanted to post it because #idk. obvious reasons I guess.#but then the NHL draft brought it all back so now I guess I WILL post it and just trust u guys to understand Nuance #NHL be better challenge #this one looks a little different than most of the other poems but also there's certain names and faces I dont really want on my blog #and also I hate the logo so ...#ok sorry about the weird tags im still not sure about this is all #hockey poetry posts #connor bedard #nhl draft 2023 #might delete this first thing tomorrow morning if I change my mind. who's to say.#chicago blackhawks #< for blacklist

177 notes · View notes

girlfictions · 1 year

Photo

Hayan Charara, from Mother and Daughter

#i urge you all to read this poem in its entirety and also all of his other work its just breathtaking #one of the most evocative poets ive read in a long while #poetry #typography #words #quotes #on motherhood #on daughters #on girlhood #hayan charara

393 notes · View notes

oatbugs · 2 months

Text

i just wanna love my friends and travel and learn new things and find experience precious moments and maybe do research 4ever one day and kiss pretty ppl i do not need to have my heart squeezed dry by this girl

#im gonna start dating ppl who arent her lmao idk why i stopped dating others but #yeah #im gonna focus on my studies most of all #and where my loves go i follow !#where philosophy goes i follow where my friends go i follow where neurosci goes i follow where ML goes i follow #where maths goes i follow where poetry goes i follow where golden light and beautiful sunrises and sunny days go i follow!!#(they all go into my heart)#(i follow myself until i find the centre)#(it will never ever be another person)#crushposting

30 notes · View notes

cashmerecrow · 11 months

Text

Some new additions... What will you pick?

#I love how my shelf is evolving!#most of these are Victorian to Edwardian as far as date wise!#photography #victorian #1800s #edwardian #light academia #dark academia #cottagecore #whimsigothic #whimsigoth #vintage #antique #bookblr #bookshelf #books #poetry #history #don't reupload this on other sites you toss pots

87 notes · View notes

darlingillustrations · 4 months

Text

I'm Gay

When I was eight years old, I wrote my first poem. I remember the moment the words came to me. I was lying in bed at night, the lines rattling through my brain, startling sleep away. I turned on my pencil-shaped bedside lamp, grabbed my pink diary and huddled up underneath the little roses on my wallpaper to scribble the words down before they were lost to me forever. I re-read them over and over, letting them seep into my mind as I drifted off to sleep, so full of mystery and fascination at this new craft that had opened up to me.

The next day, I showed the poem to my mother. It was a love poem, and the only thing she said was, “Why is this written to a woman?”

I didn’t know.

In high school, I also didn’t know why I enjoyed turning around in psychology class to chat with the girl with the cool beaded purse who sat behind me. I didn’t get it why I was so tongue tied around the girl in college with the mousy brown hair and soft floral skirts. After graduation, I still didn’t understand why the scrawny girl with facial piercing who I worked with at the coffeeshop held such a deep place in my heart that I’d give anything to make her smile.

The day I nervously confessed to my parents that I no longer wanted to be in the Church of Christ, the religion they’d raised me in, and that I’d been going to an Episcopal church, they laughed in relief.

“We were worried you were going to tell us you were a lesbian,” they said, wiping tears of joy from their eyes.

It never occurred to me that I could be a lesbian because I was attracted to guys. I didn’t realize that bisexuality was a thing. It wasn’t until 2016 that I started to face the truth about myself. After the attack on the Pulse nightclub, I felt deeply and inexplicably unsafe, and after months of soul searching, I came to realize it was because the people who had been attacked, the LGBT men and women, I was part of their community. They were me. I was LGBT.

As part of my journey, I was asked to exhibit my art at the Pierce County AIDS Foundation. I wanted to share something that was representative of the LGBT community, and that’s how my Affectionate Animal series was born. I chose vintage photos as my source images because I loved the nostalgic feeling they evoked. I wanted to offer the feeling that being gay was a normal thing.

The funny thing is: when I painted these first nine couples, I didn’t yet realize my own truth.

Coming out to myself was about self acceptance. When I told Matt, he asked me what this meant for our marriage. I said it meant nothing: instead of choosing him over half the world population, it meant I chose him over all of the world population. But when Matt left me (for other reasons), some of my close friends whom I’d trusted with my secret blamed me for him leaving. “He’s been through a lot,” they said.

I was scared to tell anyone. For a long time I only told people who were gay, and I spent a lot of time online, on tumblr, living an invisible life, coming to terms with what my sexuality meant.

That’s where I met my first girlfriend. She flew cross country to visit me and I flew cross country to visit her. We fell in love with each other and each other’s kids, and I was going to fly out with the girls to spend Christmas with her, until she broke up with me suddenly and then blocked my phone number before ever explaining why everything was ending.

They say your first heartbreak after a divorce is the worst. When you get divorced, there’s too much other stuff in the way that inhibits the grieving process, so when your first heartbreak after divorce hits you, all that pent up grief rears its ugly head and devastates you. In short, that’s what happened to me. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I kept throwing up for weeks. I lashed out at people, then became disgusted with myself for acting like such a monster and fell into a pit of despair. My body felt like knives were stabbing me, raking my arms from the inside out. My chest felt cavernous. I felt beyond gutted. I felt like I was in tatters.

God bless my therapist, because she texted with me through the worst of it, assuring me that this is what grief felt like. I’d tell her I was scared of the depression. She said I was strong enough to weather a little depression. I took comfort in that. Deep down I knew she was right.

I started cleaning my house. It wasn’t much, but a little every day gave me a sense of normalcy. I signed up for the Motivated Moms checklist so that I wouldn’t have to think about what I was supposed to do. I could just do it.

On Friday, my checklist said to spend time on a craft or hobby. I spent more time scratching my head trying to figure out what I was interested in than I did playing my guitar once I finally remembered I liked to sing. On Sunday I was paralyzed by the suggestion to pamper myself. How does someone pamper themselves? I googled it and read dozens of suggestions before I felt inspired by the suggestion to give myself flowers.

I’d always thought that, when I was with my girlfriend for Valentine’s Day, we’d do some sappy romantic thing, and I’d post sappy pictures & let people draw whatever conclusions they wanted to about our relationship. Now that I’m single again, I guess I’m coming out of the closet anyways. I’m not doing it for another person. I’m doing it for myself. Because, at the end of the day, lovers come and go, but there is one person who will love me for my entire life, and that person is me. And it doesn’t take a parent or a husband or a girlfriend to validate my loveliness. I am loved. I am darling. And I am complete, just as I am.

I don’t know why God made me this way, but this is the way I am. I don’t fall in love with people because of what’s in their pants, but because of what’s in their heart. So, in closing, I’d like to share with you the poem I wrote when I was eight years old, long before I knew what the depths of my heartache might bring:

Beauty Your eyes sparkle in the moonlight, Your legs tremble fast, Your voice can sing the wonders, And your ears can hear me laugh, Your nose smells the flowers that I bring to you in prize, Your legs can run freely, And your hands can hold my thighs. But you’re the one in my mind, The wonders that I dream, For you are so beautiful, The wonders of my dreams.

I like to think that, maybe, the woman I’d written it for was, in fact, myself.

[ This essay first appeared on my blog on February 14, 2019, and it is how I came out publicly to my friends, family and the world. I want to repost it here to tumblr in the hopes that it might resonate with you. ]

#coming out story #queer stories #queer artist #queer art #im gay #well technically im pansexual and a few other lgbt terms but i like using gay as a signifier #most importantly #i am loved #thank you for reading along #queer poetry

36 notes · View notes

existennialmemes · 5 months

Text

No I am not an atheist. No I do not worship any gods

I worship Silliness. Frivolity. Nonsense.

I worship that feeling deep in your chest when you're struggling to catch your breath because you physically cannot stop laughing

I worship Fun. Joy. Pure, unadulterated human expressions of Happiness.

So I must worship Nature. The sunlight, the air, the soil, the water, the plants, the animals, the creatures who are neither.

Because I cannot laugh if I cannot breathe.

If I have not eaten. If my water is not safe.

So I must worship my Community.

The hands that plant the seeds that grow into the fruit that I eat, as I bask in the sunlight. The Little Universes who pluck the berries from the vine, package them, travel with them

I cannot worship the bright taste of strawberries on my tongue, if I have forsaken the souls who brought them

When you cannot laugh. Or Eat. Or Breathe. When your days are numbered.

So are mine. Because we are intertwined. If I do not fight for you, I have forsaken the Divine.

No, I am not an atheist. No I do not worship any gods. I don't think that's the “righteous” thing to do. I am a hedonist

I Worship Me and You

#poetry #my poerty #hedonist #naturecore #spirituality #obviously it's not just about food #it's about the fact that everything my food my clothes my devices my furniture #everything is made by people #we need each other so much #but the people who literally physically do the most keep society functional #are treated the worst by society #that is true blasphemy

52 notes · View notes

bombingqueen · 7 months

Text

Sam And Dean's Love through Spoken Word

youtube

There will come a day

When the fear of death will be the favored joke

Passed amongst corpses

And they’re already laughing

My love, please don’t be afraid

But there will come a day

When field mice play in our empty sockets

When our bones become homes for living creatures

Other than our egos

And when time will jostle our skeletons

Out of the composition that is me and you

And will write with us love letters that spell I owe you eternity

If we believe in life after death, then I often wonder why we assume the dead like coffins

When people were never meant to live in boxes

So I pray that our children will have the good sense to leave us a little wiggle room

Leave us exposed like stray dogs in a thunderstorm

And I will hear the breeze but I will not know it as the breeze

And I will feel the rain but not know it as the rain

And I will behold the sky but not know it as the sky

Instead, I will hear the breeze and think it is your laugh

Returned into the hearth of my ear

And I will feel the rain and think that it is the pinprick of your kiss and when the rain is tender

I will know that something has softened you

And when the rain is violent

I will know that something has shaken you

And, in this new found understanding

Without eyes or ears or hands or lips

Our bare bones will make love in the dirt;

Never knowing our nakedness

Imagine, the wind coursing through a calligraphy of weeds

In our disrepair we have grown gardens of ourselves

Sprouts of curious grass shooting from our eye sockets

Our knuckles, hard, smooth skipping stones meant for children’s play

And the devilish sun, picking its way through your missing teeth and neither of us can keep from smiling these days

And the days go unnoticed and the nights go unslept

And we talk with our souls through the holes in our ribs

Where the organs once sat

Imagine, your skull and mine both reduced to grins

Both washed clean of our sins and our skins, going young again, forgetting why we ever wrinkled or why we ever furrowed our brow with the plow of anger

Become dust with me

Insignificant and everywhere

For I will love you even after your marrow has become a whisper and your bones;

Nothing but the snickering of gravel

Let us soak in the spaces our shadows left behind

Your skeleton, laced with mine

I will tie your soul to my ankles

And know what it is like to step into a dream

And you will try on my backbone and see how bad it hurt the day you said you were calling it quits

I don’t remember why you left

Or why you came back

I don’t know how many years have passed

I’m not really sure years passed at all

All I know is the rain falls;

You kiss me like a rain fall

The sun, it bleaches us clear and every day is a romance

All this to say;

We are already laughing

There is a wedding of earthworms and pebbles

Waiting when our tuxedo skeletons no longer fit

There is a place for our faces to lie planted beside

Forever smiling

There exists a place where we can still be in love

There exists a place where we can be still and in love

Just two gentle skulls

"Death Poem" (The Happy Couple) - Alysia Harris,

#samdean #the epic love story of sam and dean #wincest #The Death Poem #poetry #the most beautiful poem #Dean wants to burrow into Sam's flesh and worship his mind #Youtube #Sam and Dean want to show their devotion and now they have eternity #Sam wants Dean's affirmations of who and what they are to each other and wants that attention that Dean only gives to him

26 notes · View notes

emmafallsinlove · 8 months

Text

#i think it might be alex who’s most likely to have a tumblr #and also like haley #okay funny headcanon they both have an account and they’re mutuals but has no idea they’re speaking with each other #until alex posts a selfie and haley just like NO it must be a mistake #manny has one for poetry and has one follower (gloria)#alex dunphy #haley dunphy #luke dunphy #modern family #or speaks now

32 notes · View notes

everysongineverykey · 8 months

Text

what the fuck do you mean soul brother is about brian may. what do you MEAN freddie mercury wrote a song about brian harold may that went "he's my best friend, he's my champion, and he will rock you, rock you, rock you, cause he's the saviour of the universe, he can make you keep yourself alive, make you keep yourself alive, cause he's somebody, somebody you can love" what do you mean he just wrote that and then casually told brian may about it in the studio one day and was like surprise! i've written a song about you, but it needs your touch! break out that guitar! what do yuo mean they both wrote songs aimed at each other at least once but brian wrote so many for freddie he can't remember which one he was working on at the time. WHAT DO YOU MENA

#queen band #THAT'S SO. THAT'S SO #that's the sweetest fucking thing holy shit they really were besties huh #that's genuinely sooo. cause like i don't think freddie ever wrote songs for any of his other friends!#his lovers sure but as far as i know brian's the only one who got a song dedicated to him #(i mean. he says that he's not sure whether it's actually about him or not but like. why would freddie lie about that?)#'god bless my soul here he comes now / the man with the most how does he do it? / sure he's got style he's so heavy / he's a trip'#'he can do anything anything / cause he's my soul brother'#that's so genuine and sweet and encouraging!!! no flowery metaphors #no poetry or cryptic lyrics #just freddie mercury going I LOVE YOU!! I LOVE YOU!!! YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND!! YOU'RE SOOO COOL!!! SEE HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU???#for three and a half minutes. it makes me SICK #btw if you tag this as ship it is on SIGHT ok thanks xoxo #and the way most of the queen songs he references were written by brian. godddd #he just wrote that for no reason at all‼️‼️ fucked UP!!!!

44 notes · View notes

lotrmusical · 20 days

Text

listening to chappell roan and found myself thinking, wholeheartedly and sincerely, 'i wish i could play this album to a.e. housman.' late-victorian poet and classical scholar alfred edward housman. i want to hear his thoughts. about pink pony club

#i'm good at listening to music #he says a bunch of stuff in the name and nature of poetry abt poetry as a quality that exists separate to meaning #abt specific combinations of word or sound or /something/ that create a physical response that's 'poetic' regardless of what's actually said #and it happens for me in some of these lyrics to a marked extent and i want to see if it'd act on housman too #given that i think i tend to agree with most of the other stuff that 'goes through him like a spear'!#gay belligerence #of all the things to activate my latent housman derangement. honestly

14 notes · View notes

lvminisciel · 23 days

Text

other than diasomfam im actually a sucker for madam spade+deuce dynamic like heeeyyyy there's so much to explore thereeee

how deuce stated tht he's not close w/ his mom during his 'delinquent days'??? even to the point tht he avoids being at home

is it just the pure awkwardness of barely talking to each other? or perhaps incomprehensible guilt? that he's not doing well in school, meanwhile his mom is doing the best she can to support the house; paying bills & basically striving to keep foods on the table

after all, he said it himself tht he chose the delinquent path bc no matter how hard he tried on studying his grades doesnt seem to improve; leading him to going down tht path out of frustration

do they get to talk it out? if yes, then how? did his mother approach him first? or did deuce himself subtly apologize while mustering up the courage that he's willing to change, for the sake of his mom?

how did their mother-son relationship flourish into what it is now? we all knew the turning point was when deuce overheard his mom talkin to his grandma abt him, but what happens in-between?

I'd like to think that it's the little things that made them appreciate each other more.

maybe he starts helping w/ the dishes. waiting for his mom to hv dinner together instead of eating of his own, bringing up the chance to hv small talk. it may started off stiff at first, but then it gradually grew into something warmer and before they knew it, telling each other about their days had become a habit of theirs.

during talks like this, his mother learnt of his fondness towards blastcycle. and now deuce knew that just like him, his mother too adored the color blue

... and many other things they shared with each other 💙

#i love the sheer mundanity they radiates #unlike other most casts who are either a prince; heir; or even a famous actor #they are just. regular people #trying to make ends meet; striving to fix the broken pieces of their home #its no longer perfect. they knew.#but it could be warmer. it could still be fulfilling despite the cracks #bc they always have each other. they always will #today. tomorrow. till the end of time #this is their home; and together they shall reignite the warmth #so it'll never grew cold even amidst harshest winter and storms #deuce spade #dylla spade #twst character analysis #twst headcanons #gonna add screenshots from the game tmr #if i remember that is #miè fic refs #miè's poetry prompt

9 notes · View notes

martianbugsbunny · 8 months

Text

It's giving Kalluzeb in the jungle of Yavin

22 notes · View notes