#dear poet

[the-frost-of-april]

the wait between responses, the exasperated face-fanning every time their name shows up, the curious scrolls to know them with as much depth as their instagram and poetry can take you to, the carefully considered thoughts being framed into texts in just the perfect way so as not to come across too infatuated, the counting of times you made them laugh, the same story being played for the twenty fifth time in twenty four hours, the nervous butterflies every time you open your dms hoping their name will show up instead of their channel’s name, the mental image of them opening your text and the expression their face would hold as they respond to you (are they laughing at something cheesy i said? smiling at something they said was sweet or kind of me? shaking their head at my lame attempt at a joke? curious about me too?), the fact that this is the same person who weaves magic into words and translates them into mesmerising and nostalgic videos, who is taking random time out of their surely busy day to respond to you and your corny attempts to keep the conversation going… aaand cue the internal squealing and exasperated face-fanning at the sight of their name on your phone.

प्रिय कवी,

अब आख़ीर कैसे तुम्हें बताऊँ

की जब भी तुम्हारा नाम पढ़ती हूँ,

वही सब महसूस करती हूँ जो तुम

अपने कविताओं में बयान करते है?

कैसे तुम्हें बताऊँ के

in your work, i find so much of myself

and so much of what i wish i could be?

अब चलो अगर यह बता भी दु

तो कैसे तुम्हें समझाऊँ

के आजकल यूँ लगने लगा है के मानो

तुम्हारी कविताओं और फ़िल्मों के बीच

मेरी दुनिया ही बस गयी है?

कैसे तुम्हें समझाऊँ

की भले ही सिर्फ़ दो-तीन हफ़्ते की बात ही क्यूँ ना हो

you’ve become the poem that i can’t get out of my head?

-g.

#dear poet #so there’s this boy #been fangirling for a hot minute #lilacwordsandblueskies

[stillgotscars]

thinking about “these desperate prayers of a cursed man” and “a greater woman wouldn’t beg, but i looked to the sky and said, ‘please, i’ve been on my knees, change the prophecy’”

#taylor swift #ttpd #the tortured poets department #the prophecy #midnights #dear reader #*

[midnightsslut]

thinking about how ‘my sadness is contagious’ is one of the statements that is explored all over midnights and how that ties into an album called the tortured poets department

#everything I touch becomes sick with sadness #how long could we be a sad song #all of dear reader and anti-hero #idk idk #midnights #ttpd #the tortured poets department #hits different #bttws #anti-hero

[astralzeraphias]

maybe i came too early, maybe i came too late

i’m waiting in the shadows of the scaffolds of the old cafés where you told me to wait

#megatron #impactor #transformers #maccadam #megaimpact #megaimpactor #hiiiii transfans……. ermmmm…………. i’ve definitely been drawing at all #and just prepping a bunch of art to post hahaha….. totally……… anyways. #this was for rarepairing fest but im impatient so youre getting it now #who knows maybe they’ll rb anyways im not god i dont know the future #anyways can anybody give me some fucjing megaimpactor. please. dear god. #uhhh this is inspired by four things. nighthawks the painting. of a friday night by anais mitchell. skin&bones by cage the elephant. #and of course hlm! #other titles were #of a friday night #meet me at the bar #(<- yes thats a reference to MassEffect leave me alone) #and last but not least #where did the old poet go? i asked around. nobody knows #set in the continuity ‘totally not idw1’ #literally can never stop thinking about these two

[a-dreamersjournal]

Can you hear me?

Listen to me, please. I have been talking to you since forever. Way before there came concepts of This and That, Here and There, Life and death...prior to space and time there used to be US. The magic of YOU and I. Remember how we could never tell where you ended, and where I begin? An eternal truth of a majestic existence.

I want to remind you of the truth, why won't you listen? Why won't you Notice me?

Why after all this time, do you continue to cry? I am here. I am here, right?

Why do you still wait for a sweet escape, why do you not look at me? I am always here. I am in all of those NOWs which make up that fantastical Always.

Look at me, hear me, touch me, but not with your Body. You know we will reunite when you see beyond the veil of everything you think you Understand about me. About Us. A love like ours transcends every logic, look deeper within you and all you will find is me.

Come back Home, to me. Let's be whole again, let's drown in love again.

An Infinitely boundless unconditional Love.

#poetry #literature #spilled ink #prose #spilled thoughts #academia #dear diary #original writing #journal #writers on tumblr #writ #writing #writerscommunity #writeblr #the tortured poets department #exc #excerpts from book i'll never write

[belovedapollo]

recently, I don’t think I’ll ever run of things to write down, thoughts to let out 🌾 reblog ok, don’t repost

#my photos #diary #diary entry #dear diary #daily diary #personal diary #aesthetic journal #journal addicted #journals #journal spread #journaling #writers and poets #writerslife #write it #writeblr #journal writing #notebook #dark academia #light academia #studyblr #study aesthetic

[evermorre]

something about taylor playing two songs from across her career based on writing and literary forms—letters to the reader, fitting poems like a perfect rhyme, newspapers, handwritten notes—on a night when she comes back to tour after announcing another album based around presumably confessional writing and to celebrate that with us and see us screaming her songs back to us feels like a return for taylor

#she seemed soo happy #eras tour tokyo #dear reader #holy ground #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #meow*

[braindos]

dndads + dead poets society </3

#theyre so dear to me #dndads #dungeons and daddies #art #dungeons and daddies fanart #dndaddies #doodle #artwork #artists on tumblr #dndads fanart #terry jr #grant wilson #dead poets society #granterry #grerry #dndads grant #dndads terry jr #dndads au

[mycological-mariner]

Listen. Sword fights are always flirtatious. You can be the most straight-laced person in the world but as soon as you make eye contact with your opponent, you’re going to give them a cheeky little wink and they’re going to blow you a kiss and then you have to try and kill each other. That’s just how it is, I don’t make the rules

#fun things were happening at the last stage fight class #’shall I attack or shall you my dear?’ #and by fun things I mean gay shit #I’m serious though!!! #what is it about swords that bring out the Romantic Poet Flirt? #yes as I was writing this I WAS also thinking of ewen and keith #the flight of the heron did something irreversible to my brain

[thecoldcoffeecup]

who could ever leave me, darling?, but who could stay?

#the archer #taylor swift #the archer taylor swift #lover taylor swift #lover era #the eras tour #lover ts #cruel summer #lover album #i think he knows #mirrorball #miss americana and the heartbreak prince #false god #the man taylor swift #afterglow #cornelia street #the eras movie #the tortured poets department #this is me trying #dear reader taylor swift

[stillgotscars]

wait a minute… “dear reader, get out your map, pick somewhere and just run” -> “love left me like this, and i don’t want to exist, so take me to florida”

#taylor swift #ttpd #the tortured poets department #florida!!! #midnights #dear reader #*

[paininpoetry]

Poetry is just the evidence of life

If your life is burning well

Poetry is just the ash

- Leonard Cohen

#poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #writing #poets corner #quotes #dark academia #thoughts #artists on tumblr #my dear melancoly #leonard cohen

[autumnsunshine10]

Dear diary

How do I love myself again

When I'm not sure I ever really did

Maybe a time I claimed what was mine

Dropped denial and steeled my spine

When someone I loved wasn't put first

And I still carried out self-care

I cried and supplied needed comfort

I didn't get enough of growing up

And instead of dismissing what I felt

I acknowledged its validity then moved on

Before I let anyone else dictate my worth

Winter too far to freezingly squeeze

All vitality and assurance from my heart

I didn't need an excuse to love

Just the beat of my heart was enough

Every reason was reasonable

Back before I dissolved under the weight

Of expectations--taking credit for wrongs

That were never mine to right

How do I love myself again?

Tear out this page and start afresh

Forging forward on a blank new one

Writing to please me first and foremost

While sharing with those I care

Only that which I can actually spare

Prompts: rip the page out; all gone; excuse the reason

#smittenbypoetry #abstractcommunity #twcpoetry #original poem #prompt writing #dear diary #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #poetry #lit #poets on tumblr #self care #self love #midnight thoughts #mental health #ptsd #diary entry #writerscommunity #working it out #autumnsunshine10

[dearreader]

the manuscript is a perfect album end to ttpd like dear reader is to midnights

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#kelly babels #dear reader #the manuscript #the tortured poets department #midnights

[deadlypoetacademia]

The curiosity of new beginnings, but this fear of an ending. The month of december, it's cold and foggy and black and white, it's the beginning of an ending.

#its December already #just want to say goodbye to 2023 on a good note so my dear december please be good #words #classic literature #spilled words #writers #aesthetic #dark academia #books and libraries #dead poets society #poetry #poem #december #quote #life quotes #true words #my work #my words #wordpress #aestethic #deadpoetsociety #deadlypoetacademia #verses page #quotes

[a-dreamersjournal]

The never ending search.

Screaming into Oblivion for ages, looking for you, somewhere I lost my Voice. I can't remember clearly, was it my voice that I lost? Or just the strength and will to whisper your name?

What was it? What was your name? What was the word looking for which made me so miserable.

Was it you that I lost? Or was that me? Was there ever a difference between two?

Why is it that I can never look at me without catching a glimpse of you? How are you woven so well in the tapestry that I AM?

You don't show yourself, you don't answer when I call you in the darkest of night but you still never leave me alone.

When will this search end? When I only find you while I'm looking too deep within myself.

You've consumed my existence, my love. There is no me without you, and no you without me.

As overwhelming as it might be right now, we're ONE and the SAME. This is not a letter to you, this is a letter from me to myself. From you to yourself.

We've never been apart after all.

One Love.

#poetry #literature #spilled ink #prose #spilled thoughts #academia #original writing #dear diary #journal #writers on tumblr #the tortured poets department #writersblr #creative writing #writerscommunity #poems and poetry #excerpts from book i'll never write