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[alasblogpoetry]

post meridiem

seven : thirty-seven; my back on frozen solid dirt, my eyeballs pierce into heaven; i see the dashing yellow lights and scattered neon signs of godless civilization, i cannot hear a thing; people all around on earth, yet not soul with me in space; the cosmos begs: whom was i at birth?; why am i the i i know?; am i?; i'm the kindest sinner, wittiest moron, i'm so alive for someone who is dead; i'm a conscious oxymoron; i breathe in pride, breathe out regret; i reach up into the sky, my hand concealing jupiter and polaris; i close my eyes and the universe stops, leaving but a taste of the past, a taste so sweet and bitter; i close my eyes and the neon signs vanish, leaving but one self-conscious oxymoron: would i be the i i know, had the yellow lights been blue?, had jupiter been my north?; would regretful pride still be this sweet?; am i of virtuous nature?; seven : thirty-eight;

#hello :) #according to Art this is my “best poem so far” #maybe? idk #it's different #never thought 'am i?;' is a sentence i would write #but here we go #enjoy i guess #more poetry to come #also Art hasn't posted in a while but they should post soon (or else) #anyways #idk what to write here #:/ #:D #._. #<3 #alas blog #poetry #alasblogpoetry #writing #creativewriting #emerald and art #by emerald #P.S. Art and I spent a lot of time together yesterday + the day before (with other friends too) #it was fun :D #they defeated me at foosball #and bought me a hot chocolate in exchange for a cool pen #i love them <3 #anyways bye

[sonderpoem]

yo no obligation to reply but i love your poetry style (: you actually follow my blog (alasblogpoetry) lol but i love your writing :>

thank u so much 🥹 that rlly means so much and i love ur blog !!!! ur one of the first ppl i followed on here <33

[alasblogpoetry]

tapestry

a tapestry of patches of different textures melded together sewn together taped together a patchwork of memories that makes me me thick and rough feels flimsy when you're on the wooden bathroom floor. eyes wink at the tapestry millions and billions and trillions of glowing eyes their glassy stares rip stitches to shreds squares flutter to the floor a thick snow a dry snow a quiet snow we'll stitch them back together me and my dog Zero. warped cloths hug my shoulders as Zero pants teeth white and blinding ready to rip rip rip my tapestry to bits.

#another poem about losing a sense of self #yeah they get old to me too. #but this year i've remember a lot of who i am #and discovered stuff i wasn't aware of #and tbh im kinda cool ngl #you'd probably want to be friends with me 😎 #it's a mixed bag sometimes #but hey i'm doin better (: #shoutout to emerald for being the bestest coolest blog partner everrr #poetry #creative writing #writing #alas blog #emerald and art #writers of tumblr #art #by art #alasblogpoetry

[alasblogpoetry]

Coolth.

Earth a lifeless cement - Dirt frozen over, Trees bare and dead.

Wind a motionless freeze - Air is as if claws Cling onto our skin.

Sun a heartless deceit - A disk blank and white, An absence of heat.

Fire - its faint orange tongues barely touching our skin.

Layers of sweaters - heavy but transparent to coolth.

Submerged, by woods, by deathly coolth of morning, by thirst for warmth.

Together a freezing love - Forget the fire and layers, We hug.

Warmth.

(to MK, AK, DB, and Art)

#finished this poem yesterday saturday december 17 #i started this poem on saturday *september* 17 and lowkey procrastinated #i was camping with my bestest friends (Art being one of them!!) #that morning we were sitting around a campfire wearing every jacket and sweater we could find #we drank tea and talked about life (and calculus lol) #at one point while the others continued talking i thought this would make for an interesting poem #i looked around seeking for imagery to include (and found enough for a whole another poem and a half) #might write those too eventually #we did hug a lot to keep each other warm #honestly was one of the best mornings of my life #long story shot #dedicating this poem to my friends #whom i love very much #and who keep me warm when the fire and sweaters can't #poetry #alasblog #alasblogpoetry #creative writing #emeraldandart #by emerald

[alasblogpoetry]

#a photo i took recently #for some variety! #been getting a bit more into photography recently so there may be a bit more of that on here #also been having writer's block for poetry recently #hopefully my novel will go a bit better when i start working on it again #currently been pretty busy with stuff but hey summer :) #photography #alasblogpoetry #alas blog #emerald and art #art #photographers of tumblr #by art

[alasblogpoetry]

sound

i cup my hand over the speaker, trying to capture the sound in my palms. like waves on a beach or time slipping endlessly through a god's hands. slippery dusty soft sound sand that dries and envelops you, leaves that flutter against your arms and legs, clusters of stars in the night sky. one moment and all of time whip around at once the music flows seamlessly, ceaselessly, interweaving with each breath and note.

#i love music #so much #idk that's kind of it for this one #poetry #creative writing #writing #alas blog #emerald and art #writers of tumblr #art #by art #alasblogpoetry

[alasblogpoetry]

withered sky

Love was a flame of passion, Cacophony of senses, A bird I caught and tried to hold With bare hands, A bird I caught and tried to fit Into a single word, Or sentence, Paragraph, Or poem, Night-long discussions, Adventures in the woods, Hugs in the sun, Kisses in the rain, You dyed my sky the colors I never knew existed,

Yet clouds dissipate, Yet rainbows fade, Yet magic dies, 'Love' ceased to be Big Bang of passion Compressed into one word, 'Love' is now mere movements of the tongue, A habit of some sorts, I love our dying love, I will forever cherish every hug, And kiss, And walk, And poem, That we shared, Yet love has withered, I wish us both to find our love again.

#took ap calc today #it went splendabulous #i love math #as for the poem #and life in general #things change #the show must go on #i will start posting more frequently #Art recently posted a lot of cool poetry on here yall better check it out #anyways #alasblog #poetry #alasblogpoetry #creative writing #emerald and art #by emerald #P.S. I wrote the poem about a week ago #but I couldn't come up with a title #so earlier today Art and I were discussing it over discord #they suggested many potential titles #I said what I was looking for in a title #and then #we both had this idea #we sent it #at the exact same time #and it was exactly the same #we decided it's fate so we had to go with it #we say the same thing at the same time both irl and over text so often it's insane #same brain #true besties

[alasblogpoetry]

sunset.

You are the setting sun - You dyed my sky the colors I never knew existed

You are the bright full moon - You are so close to me However far I walk

You are the songs of birds - You shine through all the noises Of the ending day

You are the sound of waves, The chaos of the stars, The vibrant butterflies

You are the smell of flowers, A smell that I can touch, A flame that I can hug, A laugh that I can kiss, A joy that I can love and that I know can love me back

You are the thing I love, The thing love is to me

You are my sunset

#we haven't posted in like a month #why? #well #in case you didn't know #both Art and I are high schoolers #and what do high schoolers have? #homework #we have quite a bit of works in progress #and old poems we haven't posted yet #so we will be getting back on track with posting #long story short #here you go #first post in a month #enjoy #poetry #alasblog #writing #alasblogpoetry #creative writing #by emerald #P.S. the two of us were discussing this post #and we just spent entirely too long #trying to remember the most basic english word #in case you ever wondered what being a writer is like #P.P.S I remembered the word #past midnight #I was literally about to fall asleep #but no #I had to DM Art now

[alasblogpoetry]

a whoosh! around the sun

On this day, precisely one solar year ago, the two of us went to a cafe, ordered hot chocolate, sat down, and created the alas! poetry blog. It has been an immensely creative yet inconsistent year. In the year to come, we will expand our blog in a plethora of directions, and post a great deal more regularly :)

We hope you are enjoying the ride and are ready for part two!

#alasblog #poetry #alasblogpoetry #one year anniversary #writers of tumblr #creative writing #writing #emerald and art #by art #by emerald

[alasblogpoetry]

summer sat inside outside, watching

[ID: A blackout poem from a book by Gin Phillips. Some of the blacked-out areas include drawings of flowers, roots, plants, and an eye. The edges of the page are also decorated with various designs. The poem reads as follows: Summer - sat inside - outside, watch - ing, - doors - kicked in - locks, and - rooms inside, offices and storerooms - hiding - closets, - pile against a door. - quick - and tempting - shove on - glass - budge! - everything is dark inside. - SPOOK! - spin - arms are tight around her neck - spent - off-balance - An invisible man / Sleeping in your bed / Who you gonna call? / Ghostbusters. - back away - away - back - disappear - nothing]

#poetry #creative writing #writing #alas blog #emerald and art #writers of tumblr #art #alasblogpoetry #blackout poem #blackout poetry #poems and poetry #by art #this was very silly and very fun to do #it took only a couple hours and i'm pretty happy with how it turned out #it's on my wall now #also to all our readers. hot chocolate is not hot chocolate without the whipped cream #no matter. NO MATTER. what emerald says #thank you for coming to my ted talk

[alasblogpoetry]

souls

Late night calls, Math by campfire, Coffee in Dallas hotel, Tea and sugar in the wild, Talked and laughed out in the rain, Read French poems downtown, Climbed a fence in San Jose, Sang a song up on a mountain, And hugged every now and then,

Went together on adventures, Rivers where no one goes, Barns demolished and forgotten, Took a picture of the crows, Wandered off the trail together, Found flowers and cool rocks, Wrote a poem in a book store, Played card games in coffee shops,

Talked for hours in the day time, And spent nights without sleep, Shared secrets, thoughts, and values, Pondered how we came to be, Whom we were our whole existence, Ways we have never fit in, Whom we were when no one else was, Ways we fought the rules to live,

How alike we tend to think things, How we get my and your selves, How we are parts of each other, How we learned from one another, How we grew and bloomed together, How we turned into much more, How we always hugged each other, But how our souls would kiss,

Love through every when and where, Love together and apart,

People come but some don't leave us,

Some are parts of whom we are,

#i love my friends #alasblog #poetry #alasblogpoetry #creative writing #emerald and art #by emerald

[alasblogpoetry]

red ink.

[The image is a piece of lined notebook paper written and doodled all over with red ink. The central part of the paper contains a poem, with its title "red ink." written above and to the side. All around the poem are little doodles, such as squiggles, spirals, hearts, math formulae, geometric drawings, crossed out words like "splatter." and "mind.", zigzags, arrows, and other little things. The handwriting of the poem gradually becomes less organized, messier, and less consistent. The text of the poem is below]

Mind a splatter of red ink. A straight line with a sudden kink, Across the page, from Letters to Digits to Squiggles to Art to this very Poem, falling apart, starting again, forgetting the old, inventing a new, spilling a heart, and leaking a Mind a splatter of red ink. A straight line bursting into a spiral, losing and finding, forgetting to blink, to breathe, to logic, but never to think, to create, to invent, a Thought, an Idea, a Protest, a One of a kind, an almost but then neverMind a splatter of red ink. a line with a Kink, forgetting to Blink, but never to Think, from squiggles to Art, falling apart, spilling the Heart, a one of a Kind, but then never

#never have written anything like this #completely new style #i was doing homework when i started doodling off in the margins #the doodles included little squiggles #and various drawings #and some math i've been working on in my free time (i'm a huge math nerd in addition to being a huge poetry nerd) #i went from letters to digits to squiggles to art #and eventually to this very poem #i use colored pens to do school work and that time i just happened to use a red pen #i wrote down the title 'red ink.' and after several tries i got the first line 'Mind a splatter of red ink.' #bit by bit the poem begun coming together #i did not get the homework i was supposed to be working on done #but it was worth it #so here yall go #poetry #alasblog #alasblogpoetry #writing #creativewriting #emeraldandart #by emerald

[alasblogpoetry]

not meant to be read

Not all poems are meant to be read - Some are meant to be written, To conceal what is hidden, And to kill what is dead.

Not all poems are meant to be read - Some are meant to be burned, To forget what is learned, And to learn to forget.

Not all poems are meant to be read - Some are meant to be torn, To let go of the mourn, And to bring to an end.

Not all poems are meant to be read - Sometimes a poem is meant for the self.

#started this a few months ago and finally got to finishing it #art and i spent an hour on a call yesterday editing this disaster #was not planning on sharing this at first #it was supposed to be one of the poems that are 'not meant to be read' #but would you look at it #here it is #enjoy i guess #poetry #writing #creativewriting #alasblog #alasblogpoetry #by emerald