#Poetry about goodbye

[tanyaluca]

Goodbye February…

Tanya Luca

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[dropthedemiurge]

And isn't it amazing and incredible in its existence when a self-destructive boy, left alone by everyone and turned into a burden, hiding the scorching fire of his pain behind the mask and a glass of whiskey, demands and pleads of help so earnestly, so openly, so needy, knowing he will be cared for?

Ray x Sand (Only Friends The Series, 2023)

#ofts #only friends the series #sandray #ray is not even my favorite character but why does he inspire me so much #i just love traumatized character i guess hello #here we are romanticizing broken people and turning them into a poetry again #but this one is all about healing #because ray doesn't tell his friends when he's hurt #he calls one person only when he says goodbye to his life #and now he keeps begging and whining and doing puppy eyes to be spoiled #and all the tough love aside #sand will absolutely care about him and spoil him #unlike the rest of the world and people #ofts ray #droptheedit #dropthepoem #my works #edit #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat

[oatbugs]

Jack Marsh (2005), Friendship Otherwise - Toward a Levinasian Description of Personal Friendship

#saw carnation lily lily rose by john singer seargent irl today. it was basically at my doorstep all along idk why i never went to see it #it was placed at a corner in the gallery. me and my friend sat down and sketched the paintings of beautiful naked people quite badly. paper #provided by tate britain. she told me about how she couldnt look her boyfriend in the face after a harrowing film about war. when i say the #interview was informal i mean the person who was supposed to be my boss told me let me get you a cider and then he said after #50 years of life he knows people are inherently good and it only takes a little bit of kindness to save this world. he said he tricked #his wife into keeping the baby and then he said he quit his job at a US bank to help people find meaning and in it #he would have liked to find meaning. instead he started climbing with his friends. he said he chews his cigarettes because its a habit from #when he had to hide things from people. the entire time i felt uncomfortable and incredibly enlightened. this is my friends mentor. she has #his pattern of pauses and expletive and penchant for ends-justify-means attitude. i do think im not very clever #but maybe one day i will love you enough to make up for it. i wrote code i dont understand staring at the final error i thought about how #we both thought of how when we're too old to remember the voices of our friends we would like to stand in the pathway of the LHC beam pipe #cut it open and eat light in the freezing cold vacuum (kills you long before radiation will) the invisible puncture wound unfolding dna #back to the start larger than you ever were. you go to heaven once youve been to hell. my friend is in my bed #practicing calculations of eigenvectors by hand and she is uninterested in a visual proof you are uninterested in incompetence #we catch a train this is your kind of burden you tragic hero wincing at that word you only do this because you have to. im the only one #who can. i am a coward in this for the fucking poetry. the visual proofs. the pretty numbers. an architect who was horrible at maths wanted #to be a philosopher and accidentally ended up neck in deep in 70th Error On Visual Studio Code i want to kiss your eyes before we say #goodbye we both know there is no love in the way there should be. I still have your dress in my wardrobe. i hope you make art. #you think im alright head-wise i think you fucking hate me i think ill never be so clever you want me to tell you my idea? #if you wanted more of this world i would have liked to kiss you harder. we cant both be like this. im sorry i cant be with you the whole wa #the love is gone if you have to ask it. his breath catches his eyes feel stiff it is -1.9 kelvin he is near the beam pipe i miss holding #his hand i miss her singing voice i miss his hair and i found the antonym of pain thank you for carrying me home.

[outlying-hyppocrate]

forcing me to lift the spoon when i cannot, now here we are consumed by sickness

#random thoughts #normally i post cryptic poetry without a note and often you will wonder about my current state . well #this is one of those times where i am unwell. goodbye

[sunandmoonster]

Writing sappy scenes of your OTP that you're currently hyperfixated on – the pure elation, the glee, the joy, the rush, the giddiness – No drug compares... (And that drug is just a fuck ton of dopamine being released in my ADD brain lmao)

#Me waxing bad poetry about waxing bad poetry about my otp #The joy of making them kiss #lmaooo #literally i wrote a snippet of a huge fic outline where they kiss for the first time #and it's literally just a short peck goodbye #And yes obviously i'm talking zolu lmao

[aashiqq]

Even as someone who absolutely hates how the current hip-hop scene in our country works I must say I find it quite alluring

#so you just aint gotta be good at the singing part only you have to put on a show #become appealing to what the people find suitable to their aesthetic #i planned to dive into it by January but apparently ive only been dipping my toes sitting on the shore #cause im too much of a wimp and a huge procrastinator to do it #the wimp part because i cant sing for shit and even if i have 1% of the singing capabilites i *might* have inhereted from my mother #i still wont try to explore it cause “what if someone hears it and laughs?” #plus i absolutely hate how the voice in my head changes whenever i think about hip-hop it become african american bitch im indian stay desi #the indian rap scene is definitely different from the one in the us or other countries #and i should try to maybe sink my knees into it just because it actually provides a better outlet for rhymes than poetry i currently do #aint no one buying a fucking poem collection anymore #and im definitely not writing a novel with this amount of laziness that i have #i cant even fix my sleep schedule for shit #so yea #i cant sing i cant write i cant study #and i want to do all three #not just do i want to be the best #interesting how my dumbfuck brain works sometimes if i had only put so much thought into better things when it was needed #okay not diving into that train of thoughts its 4 am i have to sleep #goodbye shubhratri i hope you didnt read all of it its embarrassing #bye fr

[mar-im-o]

We were not meant to say goodbye

Far better are hellos

For love of one exists in all

In others

We find home

Yet dipped in ink our newborn hands

Have signed a contract plenty

Of how we must destroy ourselves

For betterment

Of many

They preach to us bright solitude

And echo's far this myth

But we are never us alone

We are

Who we are with

Find haven in the ones around

Yet this around decays

But know the solace that we've built

Will see

Another day

We were not meant to say goodbye

Yet separate we do

For following a mournful end

A greeting's born

Anew

#a poem about not wanting to leave my friends #about saying goodbye to my new partner #about leaving behind safety for the sake of responsibility #poetry #poem #queer #queer love #qpr #platonic #friendship #depression #trauma

[supermarketcrush]

girls when they finish watching dead poets society

#im unwell im so unwell #ok spoilers for anyone who hasnt seen this movie look away. im please at myself for predicting how neil would die #bc i only knew one of the boys would kill himself but from like the first 5 minutes i gathered it had to be neil then i think #during the play i thought he should shoot himself with a gun lo and behold #um well i feel shivery i have literal goosebumps. i want to text my best friend to never kill herself i want to cry #but also yall lied to me this movie isnt that gay. well it is gay but not because of neil and todd #its gay because its a movie about a group of people who are passionate for and live for the arts and poetry and literature and thats what #makes the movie gay. NOT ethan hawke and robert sean leonard's identical faces #i also thought it would be more sinister ie mr keating would be more like julian morrow from the secret history but no. so there is that #overall yeah this was totally worth procrastinating my editorial work #+ one last thing . when neil said i was good i was really good my hands flew to my face like oh he did that #he foreshadowed the foreshadowing and am i a huge sucker for this kind of thing #ok. ramble over goodbye im gonna go cry now #🫀

[imperaptorfuriosa]

the tumblrinas would be SALIVATING at the kind of queerbaiting going on in my life lmao

#im not gonna share screenshots but i did tell Thee Girl that i write tons of notesapp poetry everytime i have to say goodbye to her #and this is after spending like 4 hours spooning her basically #and her response was. i dont know what to say. #and fully in a. haha thats wild. way not a. i feel so deeply i cant express it. way #AND WE BOTH HAVE FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER THAT WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT #gonna light someone on fire brb #ruth talks

[madocsmurderouschild]

platonic kisses>>>>romantic kisses

#i mean when they kiss you goodbye on the forehead or the cheeks or your hand it's just so cute ebhshwhw #though i've never experienced it since physical touch is not my love language but it's just SO cute when other people do it on shows or irl #and something about it being purely platonic is the best you know? aaaah #dark academia #light academia #chaotic academia #romantic academia #escapism #romanticism #romanticise everything #dead poets society #the secret history #literature #academia #aesthetic #books #poetry #annotating books #art #books and coffee #books and libraries #classic literature #dark acadamia quotes #txt post #dark acadamia aesthetic #love quotes #soulmates #lovers #taylor swift #love language

[tanyaluca]

Olive Tree...

Tanya Luca

#tanya luca #photographers on tumblr #black and white photography #about photography #black and white #photobook #photoblog #photo archive #photo collection #photo art #photo poetry #visual haiku #olive tree #olive story #goodbye summer #hello autumn #tree of life

[artekai]

I'm weak, and what's wrong with that? Boy, oh boy, I love it when I fall for that

#vent art #(but i'm better now so please feel free to ignore that ^^) #oc: fross #oc tag #horizon oc #horizon au #deni's art #deni's stuff #oc art #smth smth for so many years i've used the darkness to feel but now i've got things in my life that are actually real #smth smth won't you help me sober up? growing up it made me numb and i wanna feel something again #smth smth 'cause i'd rather feel pain than nothing at all #smth smth at night i burn myself with cigarettes just to somehow prove i'm still alive #smth smth so will i have the strength to tell the darkness (to tell tyler darkness) goodbye? #< oh hey! i could make one of those poetry weaving things just with these five songs lmao #anyways do you ever think about fross? like really THINK about him? not what he IS but what he REPRESENTS? i do. #look at that smile! that is a man who is feeling the most alive he's felt in decades. #understandable. i too would've fallen in love with the guy who stabbed me <3

[oatbugs]

green as in nature and green as in decay and rot and green as in freshness are the same. (restart, reclaim, new growth, eating and beginning. old gives way to young.)

#truly losing my mind spent multiple hours talking to them abt poetry and colours #they are making me notice . colours and lights . so much more than before #personal #[chroma blue] #go black swan ! go antifragile ! go learn about philosophy #until sunrise. #i will never love a human being the way i love you. turner loved the sun. i will not say goodbye to my friends. #devoured your neck until it bled but it seemed like you enjoyed it. before i kissed you i thought about isomorphisms. #volcanic ash creates beautiful sunscapes. light refracts the way an artist would want it to. #nullius in verba - i hope some of you end up in the royal society. thank you professor. tell me what not to know. #caesura not as a device for contemplation nor reflection. purely #breathlessness. furiously green.

[selkie-wizard]

the mortifying ordeal of being known crushes me under the weight of its huge sexy ass

#i sent my friend some poetry because i have no impulse control #he will be so nice about it and i will want to dig to the core of the earth anyway #goodbye!

[abrighterspark]

brush me 'adieu' in lieu of a goodbye

because a breeze as you leave

is preferred

to that empty sigh of a reply...

"goodbye"

#something about french #language of love #writerscreed #poetry #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #poeticthoughts #13cupsofteareblog #goodbyes #replies #send me your love #adieu #empty sighs

[khali-shabd]

In a 24 hour day, I am spending 25 hours saying goodbye. Saying sorry. Making promises of a next time that will never come. The word feels leaden on my tongue, heavier every time it leaves my mouth. I am in a moving car with the people I love, approaching the front of their house. Their futures wait in front of the gates, Palm to hip, impatient. I can feel the clock ticking, My chest squeezing with the time lost. I am talking, still talking, still talking; hoping my words will hook them for just a while longer. hoping my voice can anchor them to me, for just a few minutes more. But the door clicks, and they are already one foot out of it. I know I have to say the words now, bid them well. I know I have to choke out the syllables. But my heavy tongue sits still in my mouth, My voice lies quiet in my throat. The door clicks shut once more. They are waving, waving, walking away: And then they are gone. I still haven’t looked up; the smile frozen on my face. 

We drive away, and the loneliness returns again. Suddenly, it has been three months since the last farewell. A silence hangs between us, pregnant with all the things unsaid. It is waiting, waiting, yearning for something to break it; for the words to spill out; unbidden, whole, honest- But to speak would be to say goodbye once again; and neither of us can bear another one.

#goodbye #farewell #missing friends #friendship #poem #poetry #prose #poetsontumblr #spilled ink #sad #grief #loneliness #the worst part abt this poem is that none of the people it's about bothered to read it after i sent them the link :) #god i hate this distance #i am quite so cold and lonely without their presence #yet they grow warmer every day without mine #where are your promises now?