#freeform poetry

[mimithealpaca]

somewhere out there

somewhere out there is a girl alone, but free. more than a rose more than a bird traveling the seven seas she dreams of finding something but she doesn't need to. she doesn't need a gardener. she doesn't need a keeper. and she sleeps easy every day because she is free alone, but free somewhere out there.

#revolutionary girl utena #shoujo kakumei utena #少女革命ウテナ #himemiya anthy #anthy himemiya #anthy birthday 2024 #doodle #sketchbook #alcohol markers #fluently markers #traditional art #freeform poetry #poetry #poem #mimithealpaca

[molten-rainbows]

Floating freely in this prison made of glass

Bars of fluid, the liquid in my lungs

No boundaries to this body, an amalgam of parts

Wishing to drown, drifting instead

Dreaming of the life that I never had

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #trigun maximum #biblically accurate vash the stampede #I just cherry picked all the parts I felt like incorporating from all canons and ran real hard with it xD #traditional art #cw body horror #cw: body horror #molten draws #pencil drawing #freeform poetry

[rjrosario]

“I am loved. I am happy. Yet, simultaneously within me, lives this incomplete existence; I am walking around with an empty, gnawing hole in the middle. I am the very act of begging to be whole, and I feel terribly guilty for it: how can I allow myself to be this way? My struggle is not even half the amount of others. This minuscule ounce of depression doesn’t warrant these dramatics… this terrible desperation.”

— © R.J. Rosario, Ode to the Drowned

#creative writing #literature #spilled ink #writing #original poem #original writing #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #rjrosario #ode to the drowned #writers on tumblr #writeblr #freeform poetry

[hack-saw2004]

starving

i have an insatiable hunger for you

always craving more of your love

forever wishing i could be closer to you

maybe one day, when your touch and your kiss is no longer enough

i will consume you

eat you bit by bit, every beautiful inch

as close to me as you can possibly be

becoming a part of me as your heart dissolves in my stomach

maybe then my desire to be closer to you will be fulfilled

maybe then my hunger will subside

but for now, when im without you theres a gnawing feeling in my stomach

and when we're together that gnawing turns into a growl, begging me to sink my teeth into you

like i always do

listen closely to that low rumble in my stomach, you'll hear the words "i love you"

#idk if this is good or not i wrote it at 1am #poetry #writblr #goth #cannibalism as a metaphor for love #i wanna write more weird stuff like this #please be nice #freeform poetry

[astralmotel]

On Top

I'm just a kid

with a heart full of dreams

Living life on the streets

Walking these roads

with my guitar in hand

Singing songs about life

trying to comprehend

Oh I'm living on the edge

With my heart on my sleeve

and my soul to pledge

I may not have much

but I've got my voice

And I'll sing my songs

it's my only choice I've seen

the highs and the lows of this town

Sleeping under bridges

feeling so down

But I'll keep on singing

no matter the pain

Because music

is the only thing

that keeps me sane

scars to show

Every line on my face

a tale of woe

I won't give up

Because you

Are the thing

that fills my cup

Singing my heart out

all night long

I may be down

and out

but I'll never stop

Because music is the only thing

that makes me feel on top

Astralmotel

#poetry #poem #spilled poetry #freeform poetry #freeform #music #love #love poetry #love poem

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

I wish my love could be like a boat

carrying you wherever you go

facing the strong waves that crash below

and delivering you back home.

Boats are so great a vessel

They float on the calm seas and wrestle

with all the torrents of the sea

and they bring you back home to me.

Port and starboard, stern and bow,

the sailors call about the great below

they find on their great adventures

joking about being missus and misters.

The world would fall without the ships

to deliver and carry cargo through all those dips

up and down, over and out, to and fro

all through the great unknown.

Like how my love for you now grows.

(Poem theme: Boats. Suggested by @acolorboom !)

#bit more of a love poem but ya'know #why not #sparkwrites #poetry #poetry? #freeform poetry #freeform #free verse #original poem

[hellbentrapture]

Gone

I did not think my first eulogy would be for my best friend. I did not think we would not grow old together, geriatrics doing movie nights. I did not think I would not always be cooking and sharing meals with him, so candid and excited about each one. I did not think he would let go. I did not think he would not be there. Ever. Again.

CW/TW: suicide, grief, loss, depression, mental illness, abusive and manipulative family, funeral arrangements, C-PTSD/PTSD, OCD.

My best friend committed suicide on February the 7th of this year (2024), I learned about it on the 10th after myself and my other best friend filed a missing persons report for him on the 9th. He had been struggling only a few days prior with an episode that involved C-PTSD and a flashback - I cannot divulge more than this, only that it was so complicated and there is so much more to it. He did go to the hospital, on Sunday the 4th. He did spend the night. He went home Monday the 5th.

Myself, he, and my other best friend had a group call. We talked for awhile and he was genuinely hopeful for the future. He had plans, he was talking to people, he was reaching out.

Wednesday the 7th was the last time anyone heard from him - it was me and my other best friend, at 10am. We were told he likely died around 4:30pm/5pm. A matter of hours, lessened when you account for him writing the letter and travelling. We were informed it was a train. I will never look at trains the same ever again, I do not know when I will be able to truly look at them yet...

The space between the 7th and the 10th is because he was unidentified, and was only discovered and connections made because I insisted we check on him. I insisted we make calls on Friday, we go to his apartment, we involve local health, we involve the police. Had we not filed that missings, who knows how long it would have been.

Worse yet, his abusive and estranged mother is his legal next of kin. So she gets to make all the calls on his arrangements and care. He had technically cut off his sister 8 months ago, but she is our only ally and is the far far lesser of the two evils. Working with her has not been as bad as it could be - without her, my other best friend and I would have no power nor legal recourse anywhere.

Before his mother intervened, we had picked a lovely funeral home to have him cremated at, that even said they could arrange a viewing for us. Instead, he will be going to literally the cheapest crematorium in the city (that actually advertises as such) and does not do viewings. His mother has been withholding what belongings she has gotten and has threatened to withhold all of his ashes if his sister does not see her for them. His mother, and her partner, have also threatened to keep the ashes out of spite. Luckily, the crematorium has promised us half the ashes that we can pick up separately.

I am trying not to fret that She will intervene once more...

I have not been fully processing or feeling it all yet - I don't think I will be able to until we are done planning the official service (that anyone who knew him is welcome to) and the wake (the tight circle). So a big part of me feels like I am in wait mode still.

But I do feel it every now and then, the deep cavernous sadness. The utter despair. The loss. The denial. The anger. Grief. More grief.

I loved him so very much. We were two struggling souls caught in a ruthless and relentless storm, gripping each other's hands, terrified but knowing we could make it together. I had so many visions of my future, and he was always going to be there with us.

In the end, as he told me in his letter, it was the OCD. I am angry that he gave into the impulse to find only the worst stories of OCD, where he believes those to be the all. I am deeply hurt, wishing I had known it felt so bad for him. And I am mortally terrified, for I did not know OCD could take you down like that - and I have OCD.

And you know what this all needs? Therapy. Do you know what I cannot access? Therapy.

I am so lucky and thankful for the Tight Circle I still have, we are supporting each other so much right now and I am so glad for it. I know I have others. I know this awful, awful pain will pass eventually, with time.

Time...

#personal #vent #vent post #suicide #tw suicide #depression #despair #grief #mental illness #abusive family #manipulative family #funeral #funeral arrangements #cptsd #ptsd #ocd #freeform poetry #poem

[thedomesticanthropologist]

Abandonment Wounds

I know what it's like to be wanted

I know what it's like to be needed

I know what it's like to be loved

My favorite flavour, the one I can never get enough of,

The taste that lingers on my tongue

Is to be taken care of

And yet even that most sweetest of sensations is twisted within me

I trust a masseuse to soothe my aches because I pay for it.

I trust a restaurant to feed me because I pay for it.

I enjoy what is given freely in the moment by those rare enough to spoil me

But I do not trust it

It's free

And that means it's allowed to leave.

#freeform poetry #rambles #not sure i like the structure of it #but its late at night #rough draft #to re-do later with more clarity and rhythm #poetry #writing #my writing #my poetry #abandonment trauma

[chrysanthemums-and-delusions]

~ The wish to not forgive ~

Like any delusional freak, I’ve been thinking of you. Walking down the streets I kinda wish I saw you… I wish you saw me and begged for forgiveness And you wouldn’t get it; I wish I could tell you to your face, “I do not forgive you”; To make you beg, like how I groveled at your feet before, You would plead and cry and come up with excuses, To make me think I’m wrong, like how you did before, I wish you knew how much of a pathetic weed you are The only thing you will ever get from me is a not-subtle “Fuck. You.” But the streets are empty, You are nowhere near sight, I kinda wish I had the chance to send my last reply…

~ 02/11/2023 ~

#poetry #breakup poetry #freeform poetry #freeform poem #poem #personal poem #lgbtq poem #lesbian poetry #writing #words words words #vent poetry #vent poem #original poem #queer poetry #heartbreak poem #heartbreak poetry

[satanourunholylord]

Odin, the all-father,

The god of wisdom and war,

Gave up his body to gain knowledge,

And hanged himself on Yggdrasil,

The world tree, for nine days and nights.

His sacrifice was not in vain,

For he gained the wisdom of the ages,

And became the wisest of all gods.

#freeform poetry #Odin #Woden #poetry #norse paganism #norse myth #norse gods #norse pantheon #norse mythology #paganism #heathen #pagan #asatru

[serpentofdusk]

the thing about being in love with a friend who's not your best friend is that you want them to be. you want to know them better, know every inch of them, every thing they did yesterday and when they're working and what they ate for dinner, but that's not something you talk about.

the thing about being in love with a friend who's not your best friend is that the tropes are never about you. you haven't known them since you were four, you didn't grow up playing wolves together in your yards, you didn't sit with them on the bus or show them when you lost your baby teeth.

the thing about being in love with a friend who's not your best friend is that it doesn't matter how hard you try, how much you care, how much you bite your tongue on, they'll leave you behind anyways, because other people come first.

the thing about being in love with a friend who's not your best friend is that you're never going to get used to asking for their attention, because you're never sure if the way you feel about them clouds your judgement and makes you weird.

the thing about being in love with a friend who's not your best friend is that you can't never say "i love you" because you're not close enough for it to pass for platonic, and you know they don't care about you that way.

the thing about that is that you still want to say it every time you say goodbye.

#transmasc #t4t #queer #gay #t4t mlm #longing #t4t nblm #t4t yearning #mlm #spilled ink #freeform poetry #poetry #gay poetry #love poetry #poems and poetry #love poem #lgbtq

[crumbleclub]

Can you hear me?

I don't know if you can hear me.

I'm sorry...

The last place where those words fall is not a hospital room.

The words come again, by the casket, by the grave.

In his brother's empty room, tears land on a pillow not his own.

In front of an old toy that looks him in the eye, in front of the dead-faced reflection that doesn't.

Staring at the ceiling in the dead of night,

In the place where something sharp punctures his chest,

In the quiet burning where everything ends.

He doesn't hear his brother's response, but the echo of his apology will never stop trying.

He's crying.

#i think i did a poetry #freeform #fnaf #michael afton #evan afton #mike's stuff #poetry #freeform poetry #freeform poem #cant believe im writinf fnaf poetry lmao #cc afton

[neuroticboyfriend]

an early morning poetry draft (formatted weirdly bc tumblr mobile sucks) about addiction:

oh, darling / there is no love / shining / through the window / of your soul,

for your eyes betray / your silver tongue / and quick wits / always one step ahead / ready to bite and snare,

you constrict / and change your tune at will / just to keep the fleeting thrill / held hostage within your veins,

what sorry man you are / if only you knew / your life never had a cost / but if it had one / it certainly wouldn't be this.

untitled as of now, wouldn't mind suggestions actually, but i cant promise i'll take them.

#softspoonie #poetry #addiction #drugs tw #opioids tw #(implied) #my poetry #original poetry #addiction poetry #mental health #mental illness #drug use #drug abuse #substance use disorder #poem #original poem #short poem #freeform poetry #creative writing #writing #my writing #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #spilled thoughts #spilled emotions #spilled ink #spilled poem #spilled poetry #spilled words

[rjrosario]

“To be loved terribly, unreasonably, unfathomably. In ways your human mortal heart could no longer contain. Devoted, fervoured; bordering on religious. It's one of my greatest flaws, that: how I have only ever wanted love that was all consuming. It’s every fiber of your being or nothing at all; I want you to want me despite the mess, I need you to love me despite it being me.”

— © R.J. Rosario, Ode to the Drowned

#spilled ink #creative writing #literature #writing #freeform poetry #original poem #poets on tumblr #poem #poetry #original writing #rjrosario #ode to the drowned

[1wn8ure]

a tree falls in the forest and nobody sees it fall but the worms and the fungi and the rot appreciate its sacrifice nonetheless

a tree falls in the forest and perhaps it meant nothing to us but the birds at home in its boughs fell with it and perhaps we'll miss their song in the morning

a tree falls in the forest and there was nobody around to see it but the worms and the fungi and the birds heard the crash and felt it, too

#1wn8ure.writes #poetry #freeform poetry #*drops this and runs away*

[dailybraindump]

Lack of Communication (2023)

Tell me your secrets as

I’ve told you mine.

Tell me your broken or

Totally fine.

Where do you go when you push

Me away?

Where do you go every time I try to

Stay?

#original poetry #freeform poetry #braindump #female poets #poets of tumblr #original #poetry #mental health #emotions #love #communication #lacking #tell me your secrets #lost in love #frustration