#i write poetry sometimes

[atomicstarcorpse]

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#i write poetry sometimes #dog motif #anxious avoidant #rocd #snarling #barking #poetry #mine #poetry snippets #because i cant write a complete poem for the life of me

[calenturian]

i have had a headache for the past few days

not the same headache

that would be too easy

i wake up in the morning headache-free and think

"oh what a lovely day it is not to have a headache"

and then

i am minding my own business

and out of nowhere

i think

"you know

i don't feel so great"

it is the headache

with its friends mild vertigo and nausea

i did not give you a pass out

or a plus one

let alone a plus two

i swear

if i am allergic to my breakfast

i will cut someone

probably myself

consensual collateral damage

the end of the headache

justifies the means

#i write poetry sometimes #apparently #it's not very polished but in my defence i have a headache #anyway this one is called 'where did i leave the trepanning drill'

[boldlygoingbacktobed]

yeah I think about invertebrates a very normal amount

#poetry #poem #worms #I write poetry sometimes

[furryarbiterangel]

If my mind were depicted by the swirls above my head

I would hand you a paintbrush and let you paint it red

Anything to hide from the dark deadly truth

A hidden secret from my long lost youth

The crushing blackness soaks up the paint in glee

Waiting for the perfect time to swoop down and devour me

I'll let you think I'm angry

I'll let you think I'm scared

Anything to keep you from looking beyond the colors you choose to see

That there is nothing, nothing, looking back at me

The past holds no future

Nor the future any light

The void is ever growing

Collapsing inside of me

If my mind were depicted

By swirls above my head

The truth is, there is no color

And all that lives here is already dead

But the truth is too deep to show

I mustn't let you know

Beyond the void my mind wanders

And off and off I go

#poetry #i write poetry sometimes #sad poem #it gets dark in my head #writerblr

[moon-catcher]

8 pm poetry, 14.01.2023

#poetry #summer #man idk #i write poetry sometimes #i just wanted to share #english is not my first language #so sorry if something's wrong or something #i just really love poetry #i hate summer #but man do i miss it when it's gone #writing #my writing #original poetry #poem #original #thoughts #noah talks

[panthermouthh]

And I said, “Hello, Satan

I believe it’s time to go.”

#my art #southern gothic #been too depressed to create anything but I’ve made this today #the little rhyme has been in my head for a few weeks #spilled ink #I guess do people still use that tag for poetry or am I old lol #I’ve been writing in my journal pretty much daily and sometimes spitting out little poems like this #not much energy for art #so I’m not gonna pressure myself to keep it up #I’m just gonna enjoy the fact that I made this #I hope ur all well <33 #the devil #by the way this isn’t meant to be fan art of Robert Johnson #but it’s inspired by him and the stories of musicians who sell their souls to the devil #I am still thinking very hard and have mostly drafted a cornstalk fiddle comic #god knows how long it’ll stay in a notebook haha #my comic #comics

[fandom-trash-goblin]

i'm sorry in advance

for @shesnotthatserious , your commentary on this post of mine possessed me.

#poetry #aesthetic #quotes #spilled ink #poems and poetry #poems and quotes #brought to you by the fact that daddy issues is such a vile sentence. why is it the child on whom the blame is pinned? #to be clear. i love my father. that doesn't mean i can't hate him for the way he treats my mom sometimes #writing #poem #spilled poetry #words #spilled thoughts #*mine: poetry #daddy issues #index: 1

[sanddollarpoems]

Better Late Than Never

I could have stayed there the rest of my life,

slowly dying,

suffocating

from lack of affection.

I could have stayed there

breaking apart

atom by atom,

feeling less and less

until I was fully numb.

I could have stayed...

But I didn't.

And that has made all the difference.

#sanddollarpoems #spilled ink #poem #poetry #quick write #stealing a line from Robert Frost #because sometimes one choice #can completely change our lives #I'm so so so happy I made the choice that I did #oh look I finished a poem!

[butchniqabi]

Come all ye faithless women Who have turned your backs upon Your countries, your lovers,  Your people Thrown into the arms of the enemy, A mighty embrace, Held there upon your back As you lay in tents of another Come all ye whores of Troy,  Pillars of salt, topplers of Tenochtitlan Those whose names are synonymous with  Inconstancy  Betrayal And womanly weakness  Those whose history begins and ends When faith is lost Who are not afforded the compassion Of men Nor the dignity of steadfast women Come all ye faithless women Fulfill thy destiny  That to the world’s end not one word Nor song shall be sung  Of your goodness And that women will hate you worst of all Alas that such a fate on you should fall!

"Cursive Cressida" by Amatullah Bourdon

#poetry #my writing #this is like. so. yeah. #something about this feels more weirdly vulnerable than other poems ive published. anyways #hiiii i still write sometimes *twirls hijab*

[true-squid]

ok but you dont fucking get it. i love you and it doesnt mean what you think. its not heteronormative and its not nuclear and it cant be described in a way that has words. there arent words for it. its not queerplatonic. its not romantic. its not platonic. its none of those things. its incomprehensive. its unwordable. its not because youre my lover or my mother or my sibling or my friend its none of those things. you dont fucking understand. we fuck and we share our feelings and we abandom the status quo and part of the point is that we dont make sense. isnt it? isnt it?

i feel alterous. thats the best word for it because there isnt one thats better and i dont think there ever will be. its not about not wanting to be romantic or sexual its about being different. its about a new fucking category, a secret third thing, yes and no, what happens when you mix everything and nothing together.

its because i see love differently. ive recontextualized it, made myself to view it in a way that is outside of the general conception of love. i want to explain it to you but i just cant. i want to but i dont know how. you need to feel it. you need to know what its like to be alien

im aromantic and im asexual

#aroace #aromantic #asexual #poetry #squid writes #this is meant to be a poem #the “you” is just part of the poem #its not directed at anyone #ive just been thinking about this a lot #and what its like for me being asexual #i dont know where to look for people who experience asexuality the way i do #so sometimes i feel pretty alone #like an “other” #i dont think its bad to be other i just wish i could find the other others

[calenturian]

Foaie verde și un câine

Sper să plouă tare mâine

Deci acasă pot rămâne

#i write poetry sometimes #and i don't want to take my dog out tomorrow #i amuse myself at least #please tell me if i'm doing it wrong this is the only way i will learn

[adventures-in-poor-planning]

Poetry is so fucking good I need to read more poetry

#sometimes i feel bad for my old english teachers because i just .... don't write anymore #but i still love poetry and i still remember every poem i learned in high school #so i think that counts as a win

[unluckyprime]

#i write poetry sometimes no one look at me #unless you like it. then keep looking #poetry #poem

[lesbiansandco]

bury me in childhood joy

they say a little girl died in that primary room,

arms folded tightly,

head bowed,

fidgeting silently.

her long natural hair, a testament to her mother's devotion:

brushing out painful knots

shaping tight braids

shoving sharp bobby pins in to keep it all together.

the itchiest dress you could imagine

but it was oh so beautiful

the scratchy fabric hurt more

as dresses increased in modesty-

modest dresses equaled more fabric

to cover up girls' vulnerable bodies.

that girl had the longest dress

she was modest. she felt like a monster.

"the spirit,"

they said,

"is a still small voice."

and for the first time, the girl recognized a lie.

the spirit was not still. was not small.

it was loud, roaring waves of emotion

that overcame her

and taught her that emotions have depth and range

she was happy. she was sad. she was crying, she was glad.

that child died before she learned the word "impulsive."

the promptings of the spirit were many. they were unpredictable.

the child didn't understand.

why would her leaders lie?

the lesson was forgettable. the message, not so much.

"you must be prepared to die for the church"

"you would rather die than deny your faith,

right?"

the child didn't comprehend martyrdom

but in that moment, she knew she would die a martyr.

and she did.

the child used to love wearing her ctr ring

"choose the right"

so she did.

she chose the right path

her ring rests on that primary chair

blackened with a sharpie and bent out of shape

#mine #writing #poetry #exmo #ex lds #exmormon #ex mormon #spilled ink #found my old ctr ring today #guess what I did to it #lgbtq #<- this was also meant to be a metaphor about growing up afab in the church #idk how well it came through #maybe I'll write another poem sometime #anyway enjoy! it's pretty raw but i like it that way #death imagery tw

[alloutshirt]

can you believe he wrote lt2

#we’re in for bangers on bangers on poetry on bangers #whoever made that post sometimes ago about lhl writing the album #im sorry i can’t find your post but know it hasn’t left my mind #louis #x

[mothprincess]

serena crane, sometimes, i watch horror movies to relax

#poetry #my poetry #poets on tumblr #serena crane #the orangery literary society #sometimes i watch horror movies to relax #quick writing for this evening