#hi I sometimes write poetry

[thevenstar]

How could I ever be so unforgiving, of a heart that loves this kind? How could I think its softness too marked, when it can reach you, and hold you this tight?

I know no sensation ever stands on thin air. It needs a leading hand, a fist holding its sword, a back sustaining its wings, to make its journey begin, rise high into the sky.

And if I loved you this way, this sunshine-bright, then perhaps, that is me. It’s been me all this time.

- “I loved myself through loving you” (original poem)

#strenght is feather light strenght is not set in stone strenght is kindness strenght is how a river flows #this is a special one #the writing process for it chewed me up and spat me out a different person idk #but yeah / if you ever need evidence of how good you are / just look at how good you love #carlos is just so hard on himself sometimes #this is me grabbing his cheeks and telling him i love you i love you / you and your tender heart #tarlos #tarlosedit #carlos reyes #carlosreyesedit #tk strand #tkstrandedit #original poetry #myedits #tk x carlos #lonestaredit #911 lone star #911lonestaredit #911lsedit #911 ls #911: lone star #911 ls edit #my poetry

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

some notes app poetry from the end of July

#I think this came about bc the youth group was doing a large group game and I was having trouble figuring out how to play #so I just told them ''listen guys. I'm small and easily confused.'' which was also my blog title for a hot second!! #but it's very true wrt a lot of youth group games bc the Tall Kids (and leaders) get Frisbees going and then all us short ones are just #...hi we exist... #this is also my version of ''I'd never go I just want to be invited'' lol #Lu rambles #Lu writes #sometimes I think I could write poetry

[pocketwish]

by bea

#words #poetry #mine #hi i don't write poems but #i see them sometimes #and thought i'd write about it #ph #typo

[creatediana]

"Just One of Those Things" - lyrics to a jazz standard by American songwriter Cole Porter (1891–1964), famously performed by artists such as Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Blossom Dearie, et cetera.

#influences #i think of cole porter as one of the best jazz poets. sorry but his lyrics are so perfectly metrical it drives me CRAZY #i purposefully broke up every line where it became catalectic bc emphasizing those breaks is. so fun #cole porter #jazz #song lyrics #poetry #twentieth century #and since this is queued for new year's eve... i hope you're all out there having your just-one-of-those-things tonight #have fun go crazy get wild it's just one of those things #fun fact this is my first time putting straight-up song lyrics in my influences tag but it's kinda long overdue #but im going to be very select when i do post song lyrics on this blog. they cant just be song lyrics i like #but song lyrics i enjoy in the same way i enjoy poetry #this may be (and is) a very unpopular opinion but i do not think songwriting has very much in common w writing poetry #by necessity that is. and that is bc ive never been able to write songs #for some of us they can be very very very different skills #the modern arts of music and poetry are very diverged from each other in terms of what it takes to write a good song or a good poem #they are NOT as overlapped as some ppl try to make it seem sometimes #it's not like drawing versus painting anymore it's more like drawing versus sculpting #ps my favorite version of this song is blossom dearie's

[dawningfairytale]

noel and mischa are That poetry couple they write poems for each other it’s sickening how sweet they are

#rtc #ride the cyclone #nischa #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #sometimes noel writes his in french and mischa writes his in ukrainian #both find it hot even though they can’t understand it #bc then each boyfriend passionately and carefully explains what it means #disgusting i love them #nischa write poetry for each other #blackrose do Not they are not writers. at all. they either give each other gifts OR write instrumentals for each other i haven’t decided #spacedolls write smut for each other

[hypodermicfroggy]

Light Pollution

I don't recognize the stars anymore.

Terrestrial life is one of changes It rises, it falls, it expands, it shrinks And while the stars are not immutable Their span is on a much longer scale

These lights above me are not the ones So constant and familiar That my two and four-legged ancestors both Could navigate their way back home by them

These lights are not the twinkling diamonds Born from the exhale of a warm sigh That captured the minds and hearts Of scientists and artisans for centuries

Their sparkle is cold, lifeless metal And impersonal binary. Yet these are not the capsules of my grandparents Crafted with hope and fear and passion

In a time when that vast black above Was not prime real estate to be simply colonized But a terrifying unknown to be respected As well as a new frontier to explore

These are cheap trinkets, baubles Manufactured en masse then left to rot A passing whim of a creator Who thinks himself a god of men But who has already grown bored Of his own toys like a child

They form a dirty choker around a blue wife's neck She has always been faithful to him Even while their heirs slowly poison her While he looks longingly at the mistress Dressed in her tempting shade of blood Waiting down a long and dangerous cosmic hallway

A new star attempts to rise and join its siblings Forced upwards by man's sheer will It rumbles, it roars, it streaks across the sky Searing red as something goes wrong

The chemical smell of fuel instead of wormwood.

Two hundred, five hundred A thousand years ago This would have been regarded as an omen A sign of the coming end of days.

But the true prophets have been blinded Their clear skies clouded by these false stars Placed by a false prophet, a man playing god A father of lies and broken promises of innovation

And so no one listens and heeds the warnings Until his stars come falling down A hundred thousand heralds burning bright Like the stars they pretended to be Revelations that are realized One minute too late

…I don't recognize the stars anymore.

#writing #poetry #Elon Musk #Space X #froggy writes #croak.txt #look I haven't used my writing tag in forever #but tonight I looked up at the sky while taking out trash and didn't recognize the constellations #and this is right after Musk shot off another one of his fucking rockets to boot #so I had a small crisis and ended up feeling some type of way #and writing a poem where I compare Musk to the antichrist is the result #I'm not really a poet or anything #I do not know how professional poets write things #so this may be like...terrible from a technical standpoint #but sometimes words gotta happen #especially when you live 20 minutes away from a billionaire's stupid fucking playground

[termagax]

having a comic idea in my brain but i dont wanna get up and sketch it but i cant write it in the way i want to because i am cursed to think in pictures but i cant. draw it rn.

#OH WELL. i just wanna know what their story mode journal entries would be like and i have some ideas #fish resents the entire concept of being forced to keep some kind of log and mostly uses it to complain about shit. l dear dumb diary #type shit like dear my stupid fucking diary that my stupid fucking boss is making me do. but they do actually do it because they cant bring #themselves to be mean to winston they just do it mad the whole time #they try to bother the boys into showing hir theirs and i think junkrats using his like a sketchbook to do little doodles instead of #actually writing anything and people just let him. maybe he lies and tells mercy he cant read so command just lets him get away w it #in my mind theres a tangential conversation where he has a lot of doodles of sojourn doing cool stuff and fish points out that he knows a #lot about overwatch and hes like yeah? i watched the old broadcasts as a kid. and theyre like ??????? how did you get a fucking tv in the #wasteland. and hes like OH well my mum was real handy where do you think i get my brilliance from. in my mind his mom was a tinkerer and a #fairly compassionate and decent woman who kind of taught him some of the basics before she died sometime when he was a kid/tween #anyways then they notice roadhog is spending a weirdly long time writing his and he wont show it to them so they just fucking wrassle it #away from him. i cant decide the funniest thing to be on there between genuinely journaling with a lot of emotion or hes writing some #shitty original novel or something. like brigs poetry where its just really bad but very earnest.

[judeiscariot]

worst part about ft willz poetry is that it’s good

#like of course frank is an insanely talented lyricist obviously his poetry would be good #lyrics and poetry share so much in terms of composition rhythm etc #and good god i wish i could just make fun of this little faggot for writing his stupid faggot poetry #but i can’t even do that from a writer standpoint becasue it’s GOOD #like sometimes his shit comes up on my dashboard and i read it and i’m like damn. kinda wish i thought of that #jude.txt #willzposting

[ha-youwish]

easier to read the wrong way

For lunch we dine on plates of stars,

to which we found in the rubble of mars.

And when you found your hand in mine,

the immovable objects suddenly found the time

and the energy

to set aside their loneliness.

Soon we figured there was a certain holiness

to defying God.

The moon spun around on a dime;

orbiting its other is a romantic notion.

But stars blink out all the time,

so the moon’s absence wouldn’t hurt nearly as much

as the other option.

#my words #writing #poem #my poem #black poems #black poetry #queer poems #queer writers #hi i write things sometimes here’s a poem i made in the shower half an hour ago

[silly-peanut-is-taken]

In the land of Sumeru, upon which a red sky now sits,

Where the trees used to stand tall, and the buildings even taller,

The hand of destruction came,

The dream has ended.

Golden sands reach godless lands

And the Gods are dead, dead, dead,

Lush rainforests have succumbed into the dull greyness,

Leaving vast, empty, and leveled ground.

Kaveh, O Kaveh,

Light of Kshahrewar,

How should you look upon your works today?

Shattered, standing still, in ruins.

Palace of Alcazarzaray, should your maker gaze upon you, shall he weep?

Shards of your legacy are all that remain.

Kaveh, O Kaveh, whose pride and praise was earned

Where is your pride now?

After the war, none remain,

Not even one was spared Celestia's reckoning.

#me when i enjoy apocalyptic au haha #kaveh #some thoughts I had about one of his hangouts ngl... #sometimes all thats left of former magnificence is ruin #i thought of ozymandias (the poem) as i was writing this #poetry #kaveh genshin impact #i've always thought of the worst possible thing ever and i feel like to kaveh it would be to witness the buildings he created fall #technically it already happened with the palace and he indebted himself rebuilding it but i mean

[rocknrollchickens]

red

it is sticky on my face and fingers it’s red and dripping and splattering and oozing across my knife and plate my hands are forever stained the dog had a taste and wants more i want more more more

i’m eating the flesh and leaving the bones for the compost pile birds are circling above they want some too i’m happy to share there’s more more more

the sensation of eating is carnal i’m ripping chunks out with my teeth letting myself get dirty and unclean and messy and stained forever i have some left but i want more more more

i want the taste forever in my mouth on my hands on my face until i’m stained and coloured until it’s burned into me i want it i need it i must have more more more

i butchered this carcass with my knife and hands and teeth i’ve done something irreversible  it covers the counter in red it covers me it’ll cover the dog and birds if i’m not careful always more more more

more juices and red and stickiness more flesh and bone and blood

i am stained and covered and consumed i’ve eaten it all devastated every piece  and still i’m hungry i’ll always want more more more

pomegranate

#poetry #original poetry #original poem #writing #poem #pomegranate #pomegranates #fruit #fruit poem #hi yes i write #i write poems #sometimes #writing account #cottagecore #cottagecore poem #cottagecore poetry #goblin core

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

in which I swear, which is both unusual and emphatic

dog spelled backwards is God and maybe somewhere along the line that means something

and I keep thinking if not saying "I would do anything for you"

so say screw you to insincerity the world is made out of details

there's no world in which I don't love you and no place I'm without you

and if I'm talking to a dog then fuck it quite honestly I'm going to love as much as I want to

no fear in life no shame in loving

glitter on the dance floor spinning around in the time that we have and the place that we are

nothing here but the good even when the lights go down

~ L. T.

#I don't mean that first line in any kind of heretical or blasphemous way I mean it in a way that's like #my dog is a gift from God and I firmly believe that. sometimes God shows His love for me through my dog. #does that make sense?? #also this is ambiguously about various people who I am deeply deeply fond of and wish I could do more for #but all I've got is what I've got to give and the affection I have to share. so yeah #Lu writes #sometimes I think I could write poetry #gracie and belle said they wanted to see it so uh... yeah

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

there's this part of Spain where they celebrate Saint Jordi on the 23rd (which is also the day of the book!!) by gifting people books with a rose and I think that's so beautiful I would love to celebrate something like that with my favorite characters

#Lorenz is choosing the best roses for everyone I KNOW IT #AND WITH POETRY BOOKS HE WOULD EVEN WRITE A DEDICATION INSIDE HE WOULD BE SO DEDICATED TO THIS #Marianne could also be the type to write something in it for whoever she's giving it to #If Ignatz has read the book already he would show you his fanart after you read it too #like how isnt this a good plan like wow #self ship community #f/o community #platonic f/o #people also use this to get to know more authors and small bookstores both online and in person so gosh isnt april magical #all i write is about you #details like this make me want to learn catalan istg my mind is unstoppable sometimes

[angelhound]

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#have been writing lately instead of painting and idk…. how i feel about that #never have i considered myself a writer #i mean i write bad romantic poetry sure. but im writing fiction. novels if u will. and i Like it. :/ #its uncomfortable. idk. maybe if i make companion paintings itll feel less obscure. perhaps a web comic will come out of it #ive never been into structured writing ever ever. but it felt… salty. like sweat drying on your skin. gratifying. to finish a whole piece. #it was a fit of mania perhaps. and i have more still bubbling there is much to create. i just have never created in this format before #hate it almost. digging my heels but its pointless to resist where the water knows to go you know? i cannot feel this way about painting #if that is not what is meant to be made at this time. the wild horse of inspiration will not bend to my comfort #yes i know i am an artist in the worst way. yes im aware of how i sound. i am not proud but i suppose i cannot either be ashamed #if i cannot be another way #idk i always wanted to be an airhead lol. before anyways. my grandfather does not understand his gift is as enviable as my own #hes not an airhead you could not imagine so after listening to him. but he is enigmatic in that way. #socialized better maybe. the gift of living as you imagine because you are not imagining at all #i never wanted to be reclusive. driven by fits of madness. but i dont have another way known to me #the life i imagine is lived by those who are not imagining it #but idk i think less nowadays. it helps to figure myself an unsocialized dog. something to be solved by careful hands #ugh. god with how i talk sometimes i wonder how it surprises me to become a pos writer. who else talks like that #anyways im incredibly ill still lol going to again attempt to shower the virus out of me

[borbealis]

byler poetry

Plagues Upon My Beloved

desist, spirits!

begone and remain in your ill hovel

return no more

to plague

my love

with your malicious, hateful visions

intended for harm

of the most cruel kind

relinquish your hold

give up to me

bone of my bone

flesh of my flesh

soul that i would know even in death

release him to me

at once

else prepare yourselves

my wrath will not be soothed

my rage will steep to a high flame

a blazing firestorm

it will come upon you

in the daylight

you will see it afar off

—it matters not.

you will not be ready.

i will have him.

your clutching fingers will reveal him to me

i will make it so

and you cannot stand against me

This could honestly work for either Mike or Will from either perspective. Both are traumatized and both are extremely protective of the people they love/are in love with. It gives paladin and cleric vibes too thanks to the language and the talk of spirits and souls.

#the soulmatism of it all #byler poetry #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #paladin and cleric #poetry #i don't actually write poetry #but i want to get into it #i'm going to do a deep dive into the poetry world sometime #also titles are a no. this title was tacked on at the end #the other title i had was #but i didn't end up going with that. if there were more interaction between the lovers #but the one isn't really in this at all except offscreen so to speak #anywho #nikita_writespoetry #also i had a wip that had a scene pretty much like described #mike was dying of infection to a wound and will was pissed off at the thing that caused it #and so in a rage will went off on his own and absolutely obliterated the monster that hurt mike #and then he went back and collapsed next to mikes bedside and sobbed while clutching his hand until he fell asleep exhausted #god bless mike comes through the night and his fever dies and the herbs and medicine and magic are working against the infection #and will wakes up to mike saying his name in a husky voice #and there are more tears #from both of them #and heartbroken confessions

[alvadee]

sometimes i think about what it would be like if i was Vic’s gf and we would be with his family. i always imagine that i would not like his little brother or dad and would tell him, when we’re alone again, how much he looks like them just much prettier, that he got the chad genes from his mama’s side.

#welcome to my twisted mind #i think about so many mundane things what a life with him would be like #like only sometimes it's about (redacted) him in his dressing room when he's sweaty after a show #often it's about baking bread with him watching him shave imagining what it's like when he writes his comedy/poetry and tests the jokes on m #me #all the corny shit #alvadee's shit #vb