#is this poetry

[lauralot89]

how can I put into words the intimacy of a knife

the surface tension that builds until it bursts

the once cold edge now warmed and wet

to feel in a place never felt before

the desire to explore so strong that it requires a new orifice

an invitation

come inside touch my heart

#is this poetry #I don't write poetry #spooky month just has me feeling feelings I guess #gore #ero guro

[cherieye]

Most powerful poetry slam performance I have ever heard and seen!!

#white privilege #feminine power #femininsm #black lives movement #black lives matter #social justice #patriarchy #is this poetry #poetry slam #button poetry #spoken word poem #powerful #goosebumps #ptsd #human rights

[thestuffedalligator]

The Summer Died Today

It’s true! It’s true! I swear it’s true

I saw it myself

A thundercloud caught the sunset

A streak of blood filled the sky

Autumn struck the fatal blow

And the endless giant died

#is this poetry #i don’t know #the sky did a thing and i wanted to catch it in words before it ran away #autumn #fall

[bunn-iiii]

I want to be beautiful and I want to bleed for you. I want my bruises to be romantic and my pain to be pretty. punches can be sweet if you find the right person. could you be that person for me?

#is this poetry #did i do it #can you tell i am shaking with yearning for something completely horrible to normal society #fucking hell

[qui-qui-quee]

Sometimes it feels like people breathe

a sigh of relief when I’ve left.

I guess I can’t blame them.

But then, what if…?

…never mind.

#is this poetry #not really #qooky rambles #-shrug- #deconstruction is a lonely process #yet here i am clinging my darnednest to Christ

[parapluiriel]

Maybe the reason we relate to/present ourselves as characters is to stop hating who we actually are

I've long since forgotten who I used to be, honestly.

#pretty sure i used to be smarter haha #or at least pretending to be #dontcha just grieve about what you couldve been? #is this poetry #i wonder if i even like who i am #pls dont comfort me ill probably feel worse #just. maybe #if you see this #tell me about your crushing psychological issues and we can be miserable together #👍

[the-celestial-atlas]

I’m floating through the aether

My brain in a fog

Time isn’t real

I’m thinking in analogue

Using cogs instead of pixels

It’s a primitive simulation

Eyes open or closed, it’s all the same

Everything’s open to interpretation

9pm or 5am

It all feels liquid to me

Don’t bother trying to read this

It’s all really bad poetry

#poetry #poem #poet #is this poetry #or just really bad song lyrics #I’ve no clue #sometimes I wish I was a drummer in a grunge band #textpost

[sadpuppygrl]

Is it so bad that I’m a complete fool of a human who can’t seem to be happy for more than a minute?

Is it so bad that I can’t fathom a life alone and would rather get tormented daily than have to sit in my own presence

Is it so bad that when you kiss me I feel safe?

Is it so bad that when you hit me I feel safe?

Maybe it is

#is this poetry #poetry #writing #rambling #sad #sad thoughts

[luminous-pulse]

hurt me softly, bite me tenderly, bruise me with adoration

#nsft concept #gay nsft #queer nsft #trans nsft #bruises #b d s m #concept #is this poetry

[enidoffline]

Friendship

I believe friendship is trying to fit too many people onto a twin sized bed, sharing looks across the room, everyone leaning in whenever you have gossip to share, making plans for things that will never happen, remembering stupid details that no one else would, sending the same texts at the same time on accident, listening to music they like even though you don’t, telling eachother secrets that no one will bring up again, trying to line up the same show youre both watching over text, calling eachother names that you don’t mean, and reading the same books to compare ideas.

I believe friendship is loving eachother but never saying it aloud, even though you should.

#Sorry #Stand By Me came up on the playlist and I got and sorts of messed up #I love my friends sm it hurts :( #Poetry #?? #is this poetry #thats sorta what I was going for but idk if that’s what came out #enidwrites

[anotherblogforborderlines]

I want to create

but creation has turned into a chore

a faint buzzing in my head

i look at my hands and they are shaking

i look in the mirror and see nothing but splotches

i want to create, to share, to be loved in turn

i wonder who i am without the ability to make

i don't want to consume anymore

i want it to come out like light in my skin

but i am tired

i am not the creation maker i used to be

i am a burnt stump

that used to be a grand willow

for i no longer weep

my tears are dry

but nothing has taken its place

nothing but a deep boredom

that i fear will never be satiated

please let me create again

#bpd vent #is this poetry #idk this is just an artistic vent #bc my pain isnt artistic #but i can use it to make art #actuallybpd #actually bpd

[lindwurmkai]

I remember being 15, thinking that 18-year-olds were so mature and intimidating. 20 was a lofty, incomprehensible number.

I remember being 20, finding that nothing had changed. People over 30 all seemed a little boring, a little strange. Sometimes, wise.

30 came and went. It didn't turn me boring or wise, and I have always been strange.

I remember being 15 and I am the same.

Every 18-year-old is practically a baby, except for my own past self.

When I imagine turning 40 now, I imagine being exactly the same.

#is this poetry #filing it under That Just Happens Sometimes #weirdo chronicles

[mbrainspaz]

Strangers Call Me Sir

Most strangers call me sir

You still call me daughter

Won’t see what’s right in front of you

Won’t see that I’m not her

‘cause she was never me.

or only a small part

until I learned the painful art

of setting myself free

Couldn’t be a woman

Don’t wanna be a man,

strangers call me sir

and then they call me ma’am

and that’s fine honestly

if they don’t understand.

you should know me better after

30 years together

If you’d tried to see me,

and didn’t live in fear

of anybody different and

of anybody queer

would you know the real me?

instead of just a part

if scripture and the radio

had not hardened your heart?

Couldn’t be a woman

Don’t wanna be a man,

strangers call me sir

and then they call me ma’am

They don’t know I’m neither

Or maybe that I’m both


Here’s the truth not that you’ve earned it

I am more than either.

you can call me crazy

let fly the bigotry

won’t hurt a thing but your own heart

I’m more than binary.

I am not a woman

and I am not a man,

you can call me they

or you can call me them.

#is this poetry #I wanted to write a song but I can’t write music #enby things #non binary #gender fluid #happy pride 🌈

[simply-starryeyed]

feeling some kind of way writing a film review for class y’know? from [he’s not our son anymore!] to [aren’t they human? does God really not care about humans? and what if they lose their faith? then they have nothing left!] to [did you kiss me because i’m the devil? then i don’t want to be him anymore. teach me to pray.] to [i yelled at her. said she would die. it was the last thing i did!] … this is not what i signed up for, i wanted a movie to write about not emotional turmoil for me to think about at two am …

#the human condition #is this poetry #mine #god mention #film review #web weaving #the bombardment #the shadow in my eye

[cherieye]

There is an ache in perceiving a future that becomes maladaptive.

Born out of desperation to touch the version of yourself that will make others weep

...For underestimating your value.

- I daydream about having my worth.

#maladaptive Daydreamer #maladaptive daydreams #maladaptive daydreaming #poetry #poem #is this poetry #words #spilled thoughts #spilled feelings

[mellosakicc]

i want to make body presets i want to make my real person sims and oc sims obsessively accurate and yet always i am doomed to fail

#is this poetry #it feels like it #help