#i should write a poem abt this

[nangua]

@nosebleedclub march prompts: viscera !

#writers on tumblr #writeblr #spilled ink #my writing #w #big thanks to nosebleedclub 4 these amazing prompts inspiring me to write again :] #this poem is abt my tummy issues but it's also about My love for writing. heh #if the filipino is wrong i will actually k word myself but also i didn't use a translator or anything that was frm the heart #translation should be something like: 'even if you lose yourself - you will always find yourself - again again again] #also i feel like before my writing used to be so purposely vague coz i wanted it to be relatable to a wide audience #now i kinda don't gaf and i just make them so hyperspecific to myself. lol #every poem is just an inside joke with myself. actually. that's just life. lol!

[moregraceful]

actually one thing causing severe sunday scaries is my former coworker said she'd front the cost of me submitting my writing to a pretty prestigious contest that includes mentorship and publication, and while i'm not afraid of being judged, because i know the value of my poetry and i know what it means to ME, i am deeply afraid of winning and someone being like do you have chapbook material, and me having to be like. well i have a pantoum about nathan mackinnon, some blackout poetry about being transgender from an article about the new jersey devils, and a really good poem-comic about grief and love and queer found family but it's also about witches and also it's kind of distantly fanfiction about the baltimore orioles but i don't have the art skill to pull it off. like hello? no. i don't fear anonymous judges disliking my poetry because ultimately i do not care about their opinion, i fear being asked to seriously consider publication of my nonsense poetry

#someone SHOULD publish the gay witches baltimore orioles death comic though. i will tell you that for free #the poem about sorrel and m is gonna hit tho. i just know it #my biggest thing abt my poetry is like i have a lot of raw talent imho but only college-level training so there's like. huge holes #i did consider an mfa in poetry at one point and then i was like. god i'd have to interact with other poets. i can't do that #so now i just write my little poems abt my friends for my friends and sometimes a pantoum about sports when i am motivated #actually post cancelled i just remembered i wrote a haiga abt california's fire season and william eklund last year #and now i'm furious bc i don't know what i did with the paper (my sister's master thesis is my poetry notebook except it's all loose leaf #so i never really know where my poetry drafts are)(this is also why i cannot get an mfa they'd tell me to try drafting in a slightly less #insane way. but i CAN'T.) #fresno oilers.txt #if i were smart i'd at the very least bookbind my sister's thesis so i'd have a notebook so i stop losing drafts. but i'm not smart :(

[creatediana]

"Lines Written Hastily on Someone Else's Desk" - a poem written 3/27/2024

I have to sneak into your desk— I've calculated every risk— I have to test out all your pens and blot out with them my chagrins. I have an urge for every ink— for every mark I make I rank the color and the thickness.—In my rainbow correspondent brain this is the peak of knowledge—yes, the summit of my study's bliss. I snoop and steal to these fair ends— my paper keeps exotic winds.

#been awhile since i posted any of my #handwriting #2024 #iambic meter #iambic tetrameter #quatrains #rhyme scheme #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #i've probably written idk how many poems about how i love snooping through other ppl's desks at work #listen. i just wanna see what kind of writing utensils u got #and use them on myyyyy paper teehee~ more colors #awhile back at my sister-in-law's bachelorette party. all the other women were talking about #how they like to look in ppl's medicine cabinets. and i was like what? why? #bc my sister-in-law and her blood sisters were talking abt how u do it early in a relationship #and i just couldn't relate. and it wasn't like a deeply voyeuristic things. it was more like #they just wanna see what u keep and how. in ur bathroom setup. #i mean i kinda get it. it is looking at how somebody lives. #in some very basic ways that arent super personal but theyre not necessarily apparent when u meet them #but anyway now i think abt that every time i go looking through ppl's desks. im like Oh This Is What I'm Doing. #the creepiest thing i've ever done is sniff somebody's chapstick. i wanted to know how minty it smelled #i should stop this confessional right now

[beliscary]

need to see pre-confession pining mess dion intensely & obliviously mooning after terence arghhhh

#pre-confession maybe he doesn't understand what he feels about terence but it's A Lot and he feels A Lot of it #i neeeeeed for dion to see a Smart Match For Terence merely breathe in terence's direction and for him to >:( >:( ... :( #it's all very internal and tumultuous and utterly ludicrous tho #dion like 'terence is kind and thoughtful and truly gallant of course ppl would be interested. i should be glad for his happiness- #-unrelated i sense a darkness growing in me.' #'literary genius'. maybe go write some poems or elusive jump about it and then you'll calm down #thinking abt terence hearing the Worst News Ever & delicately putting his fingertips on the tabletop vs dion manhandling a guy #terence: understands his own innermost feelings & troubles and takes them in stride #dion: punches a table and has to go stand in the corner #god ultimania is So Right he /would/ take a deadly blow for terence Before the love confessions. it's the only thing dramatic enough #perhaps dion is a jealous lover and his most hated rival is death. idk #if i had a nickel for every time dion was like 'actually terence isn't allowed to die i didn't sign the permission slip' #blah blah you know the rest but that's just the times we know abt officially

[amalgamationink]

NAPOWRIMO24 #8: Hold the Wanting

#prompt: write a poem abt an encounter btwn 2 people/things that should never have met (for whatever reason). #i am STRETCHING the definition of on-prompt today but we're going to count it bc otherwise i am not meeting this gddamn deadline. #napowrimo 2024 #napowrimo #spilled ink #poetry on tumblr #poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr #writeblr #poetry #poem #cats #bodega cats #damien.txt #img desc in alt text

[angelboybreakdowns]

the haunt starts now. here to preach how cool shapeshifters are, be anything, anyone, anytime. I made my sona a shapeshifter and it’s so gender. Also I still need to eat mozzarella sticks………

YES SHAPESHIFTERS THE THINGS EVER.. i have a shapeshifter oc ive been working on lately

#also i think its neat how all encompassing the term shapeshifter is #like. werewolves could be considered shapeshifters. some iterations of vampires. even some ghosts maybe .. #i should write a poem abt transness and shapeshifters #or make a zine maybe #sorry i got off on a tangent there. anyway. shapeshifters. very neat very interesting very cool #asks! #rambling #ghost

[alpacasandravens]

Hate academic titling conventions because if I had my way I would title my current paper “she’s literally the demon horse, guys” but that’s “not professional” and “not SEO optimized” so instead it has to be some shit like “Motherhood in RCL: Exhibiting Agency Renders Women Demons” or something. Ugh

#genuinely am loving working on this paper and I think I could write a whole book abt this poem’s misogyny #but like. I was allowed to title a subsection of my undergrad thesis #‘Richard thee lionheart’ #and that should be permissible at all levels

[sonnet-ten]

#debating if i should write an analysis on this book #REALSING IVE NEVER WRITTENA WHOLE ANALYISS ON A BOOK?? #ive done analyasis on poems full poem abt chaaraters in books themes songs yada yada BUT NOT ON A BOOK?? #things have gotten worse since we last spoke

[mariska]

i am awake (due to. Unfortunate Health Related Circumstances Yesterday Evening. i am fine now i think but was having some very sudden weird flareup of pain symptoms and had to try to get myself to bed so i did not licherally pass out on the floor. mission success at least lol) at 6:30 am and i am currently alone in the living room and letting my morning meditations kick in so i can go brush my teeth and i've got the tv on for background noise/light as per usual when im just kinda sittin down here and like.

maybe its the Crisp Cold New England Winds Of Winter or maybe its the Not Usually Awake This Early Under Circumstances Where I Am Not Rushing To Get Ready For Something And Can Actually Just Contemplate My Thoughts. but something about sitting down here as the sun slowly peeks out from the curtains feeling exhausted and fatigued with cartoons and toy ads playing on tv is really envoking the feeling of being a kid before my public school system forcibly ejected me from completing my standard education because i am disabled (😕) when i still had some kind of slight excitement or anticipation of going somewhere that had other kids my age that i could occasionally hang out with during recess or looking forward to learning from one of the teachers who were kind and compassionate and patient with me instead of cold and dismissive....

like... its not necessarily Nostalgia because school in general was genuinely such a traumatizing experience for me as a disabled kid from a "non-traditional" lesbian family in the early 00's-early 2010's, and the fact that i can even contemplate on any of this stuff this early in the morning is very much because i actually have medication treatment for the adhd i've struggled with my whole life that i did not have until abt 3 yrs ago into my 20's. but. idk. its a bittersweet sort of feeling im not entirely sure how to describe but i havent felt it this strong in so many years?? like its kind of making me tear up right now and i dont fully understand why lol. something about my inner child im sure etc etc. its cuz ur always trying 2 heal that damn inner child (my brain says 2 myself)

#maybe i should like. try to write a song or a poem or something abt this. #thats kind of my go-to for any sensation that i cannot fully understand/comprehend #i actually wrote another new song in one of my song notepads i keep around in my bedroom right after i woke up earlier at like 5 am-ish #that had nothing to do with this it was based on an entirely different feeling/situation #but. man. i really do have this like. gigantic pile of songs that i keep crossing my fingers i will be able to make even basic demo #recordings of soon. the chronic pain and fatigue makes it very difficult to actually turn words and concepts into music and art #but there are so many at this point. idk an exact number but i keep saying its gotta be like #in the 200s of separate songs and wip lyrics/concepts/title ideas album ideas etc at this point whenever someone asks or it gets brought up #in conversation #maybe i will see if i can just like. do some first draft rapid fire demos of stuff today since i woke up so early #anyways!! this ramble sponsored by Adderall. my dear good friend. also sponsored in part by Soma. my other dear good friend #im gonna make a new tag for when i just ramble about whatever like this i think so i can look back at em for reference in the future #this has been a mariska ramble production #yeah thats a fun one. like that tag. new ramble tag tell ur friends #long post

[pepprs]

omg i was feeling better for like 2 hrs but then i saw a post on here that is like maybe the worst thing ive read all day. and now i am feeling despair again

#purrs #going to close this app and go watch minecraft build videos again bc that’s the only thing that distracts me rn. but it sucks. it sucks so #bad. how easy it is to be knocked down like this by a stupid post and how frightened and hopeless and small i feel. like wtf. and i know i s #said this but it’s like the mindset shift thing i rbed a few minutes ago right? like i am supposed to be the BEACON. i am supposed to have t #the hope and give it to people who don’t have it. but what do i do when /i/ don’t have it. that is antithetical to the entire enterprise. #and it does not bode well for our work working lol. like given what i know i should never ever doubt or fear or anything again. and the #sayings are literally brace yourself the world is broken and we’re braving the storm etc etc but right now all that’s going on in my head an #and heart are BROKEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!! STOOOOOOOOOOORM!!!!!!! HHEEEEEEEELLPPPPP!!!!!! and not like oh! brace. brave. ok yeah i can do that #and to be fair i don’t think anyone is feeling that way ever probably and that’s why you can’t be a beacon of hope if you haven’t known #hopelessness and don’t fight to overcome it every day. but right now knowing i need to be a beacon is only making me feel more hopeless. and #i know the beacon feeling bc ive been there before but idk if this will pass bc like uhmmmmmm… i live in the fucking death trap that is the #usa. but it might but also idk. i just am haunted by 2 things. number 1 that the most basic simplest thi ng s in life like starting a family #of my own and having a stable living situation might be out of my reach bc i was born at the wrong time. and number 2 that especially in the #last 2 years but also always there are such HORRORS happening and yet so many of them we don’t feel and it’s like out in nature the forest i #is still just the forest and it’s like for these birds and squirrels etc they don’t even know there’s a pandemic and nothing abt their lives #has changed in 2 yrs (that has substantially impacted their way / qualify of life anyway). and i know everything in my save tag refutes this #and also that if lia heard me saying this shit she’d say in effect why don’t you go write a poem and calm down. but part of me wants to feel #hopeless i think because there’s a security in feeling doomed bc to fight it takes strength and courage and is maybe scarier. but i am just #exhausted and grieving rn except the grief i am feeling is NOTHING compared to other griefs others feel and have felt. but yeah this is also #day 4 of living here again and maybe by day 14 or whatever i’ll be feeli ng stronger and more normal but the last few days have been so #fucking hard and so much about my life is different in ways that are hard right now. so i have to just deal with that and adjust and mayhe p #plunge myself into a piece of media like i have done w every other major transition in my life and somehow haven’t done w this one yet but t #that might just give me a break from my stupid broken brain and then i’ll come back and be normal. bc today i could barely get out of bed #delete later

[swankpalanquin]

may have experienced a little too much art the past few days

#almost cried at the museum like three times today overwhelmed by it all #the solution is to probably try to create some art but im too critical of myself and think i suck at everything #also my sense of self worth has been like the bottom of the barrel levels lately which i notice but don't know what to do abt #like i am aware i am doing this but not sure how to stop thinking im like the worst person on the planet (not true) #.... so that's fun #maybe should try writing poems again or something... anything..

[ratzmatazz]

mouth hurts insomnia bad please save me from this

#I should write another angry poem abt the sun bc I'm feeling it rn #teeth should not be able to feel pain. this is not good

[maggotladautism]

im not very objectum myself but just the concept of it is so lovely... you love and appreciate those objects.... you love and appreciate those concepts and thosr natures and those whatever elses......hell yeagh.... peace and love on planet earth

#i thinm. i should write a poem abt it perhaps #peaceloveearth....SNIFFLES SOBS WAILS #maggotladautisms #sgt.obj

[proonv]

never do I feel as in the moment as I do when I am lonely. but never do i feel as in the moment as i do when i am with my friends

#sorry im just. yeah #maybe i could write a poem abt this. but everything kind of hurts and i dont want to compartmentalize it into words #i like having feelings. that arent anger or excitement. #or rather that arent just anger and excitement. anger is exhilarating. excitement is hopeful. #but im tired of swinging between those and emptiness #well. look what i just did. compartmentalized it into words. guess i can write that poem now #i should probably post this on like. my other acc but idk. dont take this as a severe cry for help or smth im fine im just sad #sorry

[galaxiasus-a]

WHAT KIND OF FLOWER ARE YOU?

tagged: @wonderloste​ gay

tagging: steal from me!

rose. classic and versatile, roses communicate many different things and express a myriad of emotions. roses know how to stand out yet still appear timeless, much like you. you have a quiet and traditional exterior, but inside, you are passionate, romantic, and deeply sensitive. in touch with your own emotions, you can sometimes seem standoffish or prickly, but your thorns are there to help shield you from outside harm. i want to write poems about you.

peony. you’re a dreamer and an optimist with an unbound imagination, the type to get lost in a book or a daydream. the sweet peony is perfect for you and your angelic disposition. there are times when you can be misunderstood or seem distracted or inaccessible, but you’re true to your word and loyal to the core. you are of the mystical sort, one who enjoys meditation, deep contemplation, and quiet reflection. being with you is like sitting on a cloud.

#THE AUDACITY OF THE TRAVIS ONE #larrys is cute and fits him BUT THE AUDACITY!!!!! #I WANT TO WRITE POEMS ABT U SHUT UP SKJDNFKJSFNKJSDFS #crying and dead on the inside #this took me 90 years to do my bad #[ * TRAVIS. | HC ↳ if it is love then I'm not quite sure if I should keep it ] #[ * LARRY. | HC ↳ they put a little chip so that they know it all ]

[ddejavvu]

could you write abt spencer & bau!reader (secret relationship) and spencer having flowers delivered to their work and the note is really sweet (clearly from a boyfriend) and the team trying to figure out who she's seeing? <3

"I never thought something as simple as a glance could make me giddy," Penelope reads, knees threatening to collapse with how hard she's swooning, "But a single look from you has me gasping for breath."

"Y/N," JJ croons, smoothing a hand over your shoulder, "You've got him hooked."

"I do not," You whine, swatting at her hand, "Guys, you really weren't supposed to see this. Can we please just pretend it never happened?"

"Are you kidding? We've gotta meet him now," Derek straightens from where he'd been leaning on your desk, "I'll intimidate him just in case he decides to try anything stupid. And Reid-" He pauses, glancing back at the noticeably uncomfortable agent behind him, "Uh, Reid'll give him the statistics of how many times I win a fight. Right, Reid?"

"Right," Spencer nods, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, "100% of the time."

Derek smirks at the complimentary number, nodding smugly. No one but Hotch notices that Spencer hurriedly tucks a book away into his desk, a sticky tab on the side denoting the page that he'd copied down the poem that was on the note in your flowers. Spencer had actually come into his office to ask Hotch if he thought that it was a nice poem, he just hadn't expected his answer of 'it's beautiful' to mean that you'd be reading it while ornate petals covered half of the words. Clearly, Spencer hadn't meant anyone to read the note out loud.

"You should bring him to Rossi's," Emily muses, then he can be judged on his pasta-eating form."

"I swear to god, if he holds his knife wrong," Dave starts, but Hotch cuts him off from where he's leaning against the doorway to his office.

"Alright, everyone stop meddling in Y/L/N's love life. You're probably making it less likely for you to ever meet him."

"We'll figure it out," Penelope huffs, storming back to her office, "I'll track down the flower shop and their business records if I have to!"

Once again, Hotch is the only one that notices' Spencer's eyes widen.

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