#kind of a poem to myself

[disproportionatelysculpting]

your blood-stained hands are the one i want to treasure in this lifetime (random line for u to write something over)

Flickering lights, melting candles that will die down soon crumpled papers, thrown everywhere in the room with traces of blood, ink and paint of a life time sinking in the desk every day at 5 and pouring out own self on the white sheets be it by tears of eye or tear of skin

Waterline washed, drained and dried stains painted face, blue and violet with a reddish blush while the hands stained red from all the anguish and rage that fits in yet falls of the palm the fist that cuts itself trying to hold onto the story the misery the pain the helplessness

I was there once, stuck like she is there now Her blood stained hands are the one I wish to hold open, wipe the dust, dip them in care and fill them with love Make sure to take the steel away and draw stars on the scars

To treasure it the right way this time.

#tw gore #tw suggestive #tw self harm #kind of a poem to myself #sorry anon #if you didnt like it #thanks for the prompt #i loved it<33 #zeuge writes

[pencap]

the coward's way out

if the fates conspire that only one of us may live, then lover, it must be you.

i will save you the grand speeches about how you are good and deserving. you are. you are. you are, but in the end, that is not the reason why.

the world may call me brave or strong or selfless but lover, you know the truth don't you?

in the end, i am only more afraid of facing a world without you than i am of facing death of facing anything.

in the end, i am only too weak to be the one left behind to pick up the pieces of a broken life a broken promise a broken heart and keep on bleeding when the blood in your heart is already dry.

i'm sorry. i'm sorry. but will you let me be selfish one last time?

can i ask you to live for me? to face what i feared most so that i might find peace in my eternal sleep with a smile upon my face?

if it is cruel of me to ask, then i beg you to forgive me. or curse my name and hate me if you must, only live.

only live, my lover so that my life and my death and all that came in between may mean something. may mean everything.

#spilled ink #poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr #writeblr #writers on tumblr #poetics #sometimes i write like some kind of possession #i had a brief thought of 'sacrifice as a selfish act?' #and then i was just like. speaking this poem to myself #out of the blue #i fixed some things from the first spoken draft obviously but #the rhythm of this feels important to me #and i'm not convinced i did the best job of linebreaking it #but it will do #The coward’s way out #why yes I did update the title a week later #this feels much cleaner #not giving away the thesis in literally the first word #Technically before the poem even starts

[greatmotivation]

In the labyrinth of negativity, ambition becomes ensnared, trapped within the thorns of doubt. Each step forward is met with the echoing whispers of failure, suffocating the flame of aspiration. Amidst the barren landscape of despair, dreams languish, withered by the relentless storm of pessimism.

#get motivated #motivation #motivating quotes #motivación #motivating myself #motivateyourself #reading #poem #love poem #artists on tumblr #long hair #poetry #life quotes #life lessons #life #lifestyle #life series #thought #kindness #emotions #meaning of life #library #landscape #lit #lol #lgbtq #long reads #love #literature #death note

[liesmultixxx]

Hi🫶🏻 this is peak stream of consciousness writing so beware: cringe ahead (nonetheless I’d be happy if someone read this lol it would mean a lot)

——-

The sky is blue

The grass is green

Still my mind is playing tricks on me

if what I feel and what I see would be less real

Then maybe I’d have a lot less ghosts

roaming around and fighting me

i am so tired, do you know

it takes everything in me to be this strong

I cannot stay, but I cannot go

who the fuck wants to die alone?

I guess I do, It’s all I know

an eternal curse put on to me

thanks to my lovely family

I do love them, I cannot lie

it’s just this feeling i’ve got inside

would someone love me for

who I am, this wretched mess

who am I kidding- of course they won’t

This life is all just for show

wish someone had told me this once before

just let go of your fears and ghosts

they’ll come back sooner or later anyway

no point in driving yourself crazy

wish I could believe this sage

I still choose to put the blame

all on me

it’s kinda sad

i don’t why

i won’t be loved, I won’t be liked

what can I do?

maybe I should just stop

#my poem #original poem #poetry #my own thoughts #my writing #my words #mental health issues #mental health awareness #i swear I’ve written better stuff before #but i just felt like posting this #but who am i kidding I’ll probably delete it later anyway #lol #liesmultixxx talks 🩵 #this is me hi #my thoughts #maybe someone can relate #kind words are appreciated! #and constructive criticism of course #I’m no writer i just like to express myself in odd poems apparently #feeling insecure

[sfsolstice]

do i know what love is... beyond the glory of limerence, the raging fires of passion, or its butterflies and rapid heartbeating— those things that sweep me off my feet...?

i think... it could be knowing how the other takes their coffee; bringing flowers home just to see their smile; asking for their favorites to read; to observe, to learn the ways they think;

or maybe... knowing when to step away for the moment; respecting boundaries, even when fighting; never letting the other go to bed angry; never letting them go to bed lonely...;

but what do i know? i'm simply a lovesick girl, forlorn, never having known anything but the tempest, nor given the chance to truly understand the act of mutuality...

requested by @scriptedbutcreative <3

#poets on tumblr #poets of tumblr #female poets #poets corner #poets community #spilled poetry #spilled ink #original poem #poem #poetry #women poets #poetblr #writer and poets #sfsolstice #your prompt came actually in really good timing ! #been trying to answer for myself the kinds of things i want in a partnership for some time now #writing this out helped to answer that a bit :> #thank you sm for the prompt !!!! <3333

[wouldnt-give-a-fig]

A consoling message from Lemony Snicket (an original poem)

Dear Reader, 

If this letter finds itself in your hands I am immensely hopeful that you are the Intended recipient. Correspondence has Been known to be inaccurate before, A word which here means “there are better ways  to deliver sensitive information than by carrier pigeon” (No matter who you are, however,  Please make sure to feed Wilbur some  Sorghum, millet, or even sunflower seeds  Upon receipt of this letter. Those are his favorite.)

As you know (at least if you are who I  Think you are), it is not easy to complete Baticeer training with a full course load, Ask the right questions in the wrong environment, Earn a living while you are spending it, And write essays on an empty stomach.

You might find yourself thinking  That you ought to have known better, That of course ill-fitting glasses come from ill-meaning optometrists, That leaking roofs require attention before monsoon season, That you can only order so many root beers before  The waiter tells you to leave the restaurant, Even if the person you have scheduled to meet three hours ago  Has not yet arrived.

But in a world that is wretched And makes a wretch out of you, There is no greater defiance than to Speak to it kindly. Collect your fearful doubts and doubtful fears Nothing is nobler in a face of tears  Than to keep going.

In all this noise May you find the corner of the library Where it is quiet.

— L.S.

#original poem #lemony snicket is one of my favourite writers and his books were a huge comfort for me growing #wrote this for a poetry assignment and the prompt was to write in another person's voice #twas at a time where i really needed someone to tell me to keep going and so i wrote this letter to myself in his voice as an encouragement #and it kind of helped a lot #so even though it's kind of dumb i wanted to share it here in case it could help someone else too :) #lemony snicket #asoue #atwq #a series of unfortunate events #all the wrong questions #poems #poetry #daniel handler

[oedipushansen]

#i uh. wrote a poem. sorry if its bad 😭 im actually kind of proud of myself bc ive never written a full poem like this before #pls feel free to tell me ur thoughts #ALSO dont take the bible stuff too seriously i know joseph appears in some prayers its just i usually only hear marys name when ppl pray #around me #original poem #poetry #original poetry #mother son relationship #txt

[hexjulia]

ugh reading a book of poetry based on really liking a single poem and then the rest is just sort of mid navelgazing with extra space is really depressing for some reason

#also makes me think well. why am i beating myself with hammers all the time and refusing to send anything in. if this gets published #when i know exactly why this got published; did a supposedly relevant MA about it at a place where they formed the relevant connections #which would just be good planning if it led to good poetry!!! but half the time. bad. #of course this is entirely subjective. might be fairer to say i just often don't like the output produced by that kind of career path #i think this is maybe because well. what are you writing poetry about. you don't seem very interested in anything beyond your own emotions #vague ideas about 'nature' might have developed into original ideas if you had studied something related to nature instead #writing poetry about trees without knowing anything about trees usually just ends up as particularly boring poetry about people #not even good poems about people because the only people you seem to socialise with are in creative writing MA programs. oof.

[jacksintention]

Still unwell about Rilke and PH

I love the dark hours of my being.

My mind deepens into them.

There I can find, as in old letters,

the days of my life, already lived,

and held like a legend, and understood.

Then the knowing comes: I can open

to another life that's wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a tree

rustling over a gravesite

and making real the dream

of the one its living roots

embrace:

a dream once lost

among sorrows and songs.

#There's in Rilke and especially in this particular book a lot about the world‚ created in the beholding and loving it‚ #and one existing to love the world. There's so much about the world being created by that loving and knowing the world of one individual #person that loves and knows it. A kind of feedback loop of existing and being by love and knowledge that is all a participation #on the act of creation. The person coming to exist to love and know the world‚ and creating the world by loving and beholding it #This is also present on Juan Ramón Jiménez‚ among others‚ but 5 yo me was obsessed with those poems. ANYWAY #This topic made me think of Lacie a lot but in this particular poem that topic + the 'I'm sorry' scene + the figure of Lacie beyond Lacie‚ #a Lacie that's legend and real‚ a Lacie always sitting under a tree‚ life ending and life expanding so to speak‚... #That kind of knowing it all in a glimpse that is knowing in an instant and eternal (which again reminds me of Kierkegaard‚ #fitting I'd say with Rilke). I'm explaining myself terribly but I don't want to talk too much haha But yeah it all seemed very fitting #There was another poem about spiralling so to speak around god that I also thought was very Lacie but very PH in general #('I live my life in widening circles / that reach out across the world. / I may not complete this last one / but I give myself to it / #I circle around God‚ around the primordial tower. / I've been circling for thousands of years / and I still don't know: am I a falcon‚ / #a storm or a great song?'). The spiralling around god in what is still some sort of emanence or reflection of it while being also #different iterations of the self which all reflect it also reminded me a lot of Cantor's transfinite numbers #Which again is quite fitting and coherent with the other authors and PH imo‚ but I may be biased. Anyway yes. This reminded me of Lacie #I didn't plan on drawing anything at first and now I have to flinch to read the poem #I hope I'll recognise enough of what I've written when I eventually come back to this #I talk too much #I should probably delete this later #mine*

[fleshadept]

does it count as creative writing if it's an email addressed to my father that i'll never actually send where i'm finally old enough and articulate enough to have a good attempt at winning all the arguments we've ever had and also correcting his conviction that he was a fine parent, actually

#like it's kind of giving those poems that go around every once in a while about Fathers #but if it was super fucking specific and mean #cricket chirps #it's in my 'creative writing' folder to remind myself not to actually send it ☺️ #also it's 3600 words #integrating a response to his recent AskReddit post added like 750

[pencap]

Hi! I love your work, and it's wonderful to hear you might start writing poetry again. I hope it goes well, and please be kind on yourself ❤️

For the three words: silver, fall, power.

No pressure and feel free to ignore this entirely! I just wanted to tell you that it's great to see you around again.

Thank you for the kind words, love! It's wonderful to be back and be met with so much love. Please know that your support is infinitely encouraging and infinitely appreciated.

My darling, for you I wish to be silver like the full moon dancing on silent feet silver like the first sleepy snowfall of winter silver like constellations shimmering in a peaceful night. You deserve a soft-spoken silver as shining and carefree as bellchimes. But darling, all I know how to be is silver like a sniper's scope staring from the rooftop silver like spikes of hoarfrost glinting on barbed wire silver like starfall crashing down in a shattered sky. I am made to be a sharp-edged silver as powerful and deadly as bladesteel. I ache that I cannot be a lullaby singing you to sleep. I weep that I cannot be a flashlight in your darkest night. I mourn that I cannot be a diamond ring on your finger. But I will be the sentry standing guard at your doorstep. I will be the smooth tongue to lay your enemies bare. I will be the chainmail wrapped around your softest spots. And darling, perhaps if you are so very kind if the world is so very forgiving if my fate is so very lucky-- Then perhaps, my dearest darling, that can be enough.

#sylvie speaks #asks silver #three word prompts #wowie i am indeed very rusty!! #i can feel myself falling back onto familiar tropes familiar imagery familiar patterns #because they come easiest to me #but i am trying to be kind to myself as you said #besides -- this is the first real poem i've written in... at least two years #and that counts for everything on its own #poetics

[prinprime]

I am very tired

The moon is very full,

I think I will sit in the light for a while.

The night is very quiet

I am very far away,

Everything seems to make me cry today.

I took a picture

I said my peace

No reply comes from the night.

#really capturing the essence of my username rn #i love the moon #this is about feeling distant from the people around you that love you #about watching a beauty you feel you cant quite touch #cant quite participate in #appreciating that beauty while being heartbroken you can't be a part of it #and its about my fatal attraction to tragic stories and poignant words #it is about feeling like i am the one creating the distance between me and others and simultaneously feeling i have no control over it #or to be more clear over myself and the decisions that grow that distance #like watching my body and mind tun on instinct and self preservation and being powerless to stop those mechanisms despite a desire to act #i know that was a lot to say about like 9 short sinple lines #but it just kind of has all been floating around in my guts until it amalgamated into this condensed poem

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

The HORROR of hearing your little five-year-old voice singing awkwardly along to a pristine backing track because your dad was just dying to shove you in front of a mic and produce a song as soon as you could enunciate words semi-intelligibly.

#Barely fifteen minutes of practice just “Here’s the lyrics; here’s the mic. Sing my Angel of Music!” #Mostly my fault because you could not pay me in stuffed animals and candy to get in front of any microphone at that age #mostly because my dad was constantly pressuring me to and I didn’t like that #I wouldn’t be opposed to it now if he hadn’t been instrumental in destroying so much of my own work for being gay and satanic #so uh… he’s not getting any asset of mine to use for his projects. No sir. #It’s offensive. #“I hate every single poem you’ve ever written and believe they need to be destroyed EXCEPT this one and this one because #they’re about my dad and you expressed what I was feeling in a way I can’t articulate 🥺” #Well guess what buddy I articulated MYSELF too and you didn’t respect that; you don’t deserve anything from me #especially not my voice which you have so heavily censored and punished me for using in the way I please #I’m kind of glad I sung so badly because that’s all he’ll ever have of my voice

[sfsolstice]

i think i've been trying to fit myself amongst the old oak trees

and those giant sequoias that tower over me

that speak of the things they've heard and seen, written on their rings;

i'm nothing but a sapling,

and i don't belong here, i can't take root and grow

in conditions unconducive to the things i need— to eat, to drink, to soak in

for years and years, like the wise oak trees and lived-in sequoias;

i'm a podling, looking for a forest or field to bring me closer to a dream

of orchards, of apple trees, of blooming.

#poets community #poets of tumblr #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #spilled poetry #spilled thoughts #poetry #poem #original poem #sfsolstice #i'm still growing #still learning my voice #and yet i've been comparing myself to those more established #who haven't foresaken writing for years like i have #the feeling of playing catch up hasnt been kind

[andrewwtca]

did I do something right? the world is being kinder to me.

no, it's not being kinder. I've finally started accepting its kindness. I breath in the air and hold on to the good; and I keep the bad in my heart, to keep me human. I keep everything inside of me as a reminder that I'm real, I'm alive, I'm here.

I'm here, and the wind rushes as I run. I'm alive, and I stifle laughter from outrageous messages. I'm real, and I reach out - and people reach back. they're real, they're alive, they're here, and they've been calling out for me, for us.

I did do something right. I started loving myself a little bit more. the world is not kinder; I am.

thank you for your loving.

#andrew's writing #poetry #this is isn't quite a poem but those makes the best poems #right? #I feel so blessed lately #I've fought to stay alive #and I finally feel like I'm living #it's horrifyingly human #it demands vulnerability and sacrifice #I have to repeat to myself every day “we carry on we carry on” #I have to carry on with a wounded heart without knowing where it goes (if it even goes to where it needs to) #but I'm not sending my love into a void #thank you to everyone sending kind messages or cheering me on or simply leaving a like #thank you for affirming that I'm real and that I am loved #you are loved too #we are all horribly human and horribly loved #thank you <3

[dualdeixis]

Hi! I hope this is okay to ask and if not you don't have to answer it of course! But I was wondering if I could ask about the start of your convertion to Judaism and what made you start it. I've been thinking about converting to Judaism myself so I'd love to hear your about your experiences, if it's okay for you to share them! Also I love your poems very much, they inspire me to write poems too <3

hello! thank you for your kind words, it means a lot. i'd love to read your poems too if you ever want to share.

i got my start on learning about judaism by attending shabbat services and other events at my former college's jewish center (specifically with their reform congregation) and a different local reconstructionist congregation. i was just curious to explore and ended up really falling in love with the style of services (i'm a musician and love singing with others), the way textual study is approached (questioning and reinterpreting and wrestling with scripture is encouraged), the emphasis on inclusivity and social justice, etc. (these all may differ from your experience if you're interested in a different denomination.) however i am no longer affiliated with either of those congregations because their questioning and their social justice for some reason do not apply to questioning zionism or demanding justice for palestinians, and i refuse to give such institutions my time or money. if you are interested in attending a jewish service, tzedek chicago is the only anti-zionist synagogue i know of and their services are held online. there are also the congregations affiliated with synagogues rising, who affirm a commitment to palestinian liberation on their website, though as far as i know none of them explicitly call themselves anti-zionist, and since i haven't attended any of them i cannot personally vouch for their principles on this front. and unfortunately i'm not familiar with any anti-zionist jewish congregations outside the USA. (edit: tzedek also has an affiliated group in the uk and ireland.)

i also just wish to make clear that right now, my stalled conversion or unattachment to a synagogue is not my primary concern; going out in the streets is. my grief at losing community pales in comparison to my grief for palestinians, and this grief also pales in comparison to palestinians' own grief and suffering. my spiritual needs do not take precedence over the material needs of palestinians. therefore i ask my (fellow non-palestinian) siblings in the anti-zionist jewish community, including my fellow prospective converts, to channel our feelings of betrayal and loneliness into making sure that palestine is not betrayed and not alone. channel our wish for having a place to belong into making sure that palestinians have a place to belong. in this moment we may seek comfort from our traditions, but our traditions remind us: "study is not the most important thing, but actions; whoever indulges in too many words brings about sin" (pirkei avot 1:17). please do what you can. follow/get involved with with the palestinian youth movement and within our lifetime. we are obligated to center palestinian voices and to bolster their words with a backing chant of "not in our name." this is just as much a vital expression of our judaism as going to synagogue is, if not more.

#correspondence #apologies if i sound preachy or like i'm trying to act as some kind of authority that's really the opposite of what i intend... #i don't want to center myself since it's really not about me. i wouldn't have posted that poem at all if i didn't have those links #to post alongside it. spreading the word of how to take action against genocide is my priority right now