#kinda poetic i guess

[the-witch-without-wisdom]

Hollowed Out, Serpent’s Tongue

I thought I broke.

I thought I was broken. 

I cried and I cried.

I wanted to end it all.

I didn’t know who I was

I still don’t know who I am.

I hollowed out

I hollowed out my bones

I left them brittle

I loved someone so hard

That I lost all my hardness.

All my sharpness

Sanded my own edges 

To soften my embrace

Tried to cover my salt and sour

With too much sweetness. 

I thought the cracks in my heart 

Could never heal

And I was right.

But they don’t need to. 

I hollowed out

Hollowed out my heart

To fill it with honey 

Honey on a serpent’s tongue…

A serpent’s tongue. 

I spoke lies and truth.

Sugared my tongue. 

I spoke lies for truth.

Honeyed my tongue. 

A serpent’s tongue told me

That I was allowed 

To make lips pucker 

In disgust

And not love. Not lust.

A serpent’s tongue 

Told me that my hollow heart

Could hold any venom I chose

Tossed me a whetstone 

For my sanded edges

Told me

“Darling— be sharp.

Be broken.

Know what broken glass does?

It cuts.”

A serpent’s tongue 

Sprayed me with salt and lemon

They make cuts feel like damned hell

But they heal. 

Filled my mind with fire 

And my body with water.

“What if you slept

While I kept watch?” 

What if hollow bones 

Are for flight? 

A serpent’s tongue 

Has taught me how to flap my wings.

It will teach me how to fly.

My hollow limbs

Are the lighter for the dancing.

My hollow heart

Is the lighter for the holding.

What if I filled my hollowness

With sea water?

With salt and sour? 

What if I lit a fire in my bones 

And kept it burning

What if black is my new color?

What if my cracks and crevices rattled

Like wooden beads

When I danced?

What if the whetstone sharpened

The edges I had tried to soften?

What if sunlight filtered through

And filled my hollow eyes

And my hollow smile

With light?

I hollowed out

My heart, my bones, my self.

“Darling, fill your new hollows

With anything you desire

And thank your past self

For your new space.

Open the closed cupboards

Let the dark out to play

Let your sour and salt

Flood the world

Let cracked hollow lips

Teach the world how to sing.

Because you have one

Acoustic heart

Courtesy of the hollow cracks.”

One hollowed heart,

One hollowed out

One serpent’s tongue 

Tells me

“As you are! As you are 

Be loved! Be hollow!

Be sour! Be salt! 

Be the flood!

Be charred dark!

Be a serpent’s tongue!

Be honey, be sugar,

But only if you desire!

And no matter what it is

Be loved as it is.

Be loved as you are.”

#poetry #poem #poetic #loki #loki deity work #loki deity #loki god of mischief #norse loki #norse god loki #devotional poetry #devotional poem #deity work #norse deities #sad poem #sad poetry #kinda poetry #kinda poetic i guess #e-offering #sort of? #i just really wanted to share okay

[mar-the-magician]

Mm random thought inspired by a Tumblr ad lez go

What does your imagined mind space look like? Like is your mind a house? A room? An auditorium? A forest? A swamp? A palace? A country? A field? A city? A garden? A ship deck? The trunk of a car? A storage room? When you go to pick up your thoughts, is it like catching the tail ends of them in the air? Or is it like lifting them in heavy crates? Or is it like carefully extracting them like an image off of magazine paper? Or do you pick them like flowers? Or do you pick them up at all? Instead do you simply touch them as they go by? Reach out to them through the looking glass? Dip your hand into them like a lake? Or like a bath? Or a can of paint? Or are they lit like a candle or a campfire? Do you reach out and ignite them? Or do your thoughts pick you up and carry you? Do you ride them like a horse? Or a dolphin? Or a dragon? Do they lift you up like a swing set? Or do they rush you forward like a merciless east wind? Or do they bear you up like water makes a leaf float? Do you open them like books or do they worm their way into you like a child into a tight Halloween costume? Do you take them on and off? Like jewelry or like a heavy coat? Do you wrap them around yourself like a blanket? Hold them close to you like a person you love? Are they breathtaking or are they the breath in your lungs? Your ugly thoughts— how do you treat them? Are they flung away like a wadded-up paper napkin? Do you pour them out like spoiled coffee? Or do you send them away with honor? Like a well-loved but now useless piece of clothing? Or do you see them out with glee, not only in their going but also in their coming? Like kicking dead leaves out of a pile? Like setting a spider gently outside of your house? Like letting a dog out in the morning? Like throwing out a toothbrush that served you long and faithfully? Or do you let them stay? Linger a little like a cough after a cold, like the warmth in the pavement after the sun goes down, like the taste of garlic in your mouth after you’ve eaten? How do your other thoughts react to them? Do they recoil, leave you to deal with the ugliness? Or do they commiserate with it? Tell it that one day, they will see your greatness. They will realize that you have your place. Do they sympathize? Do they bully? How can you tell? When you kick away your ugly thoughts, where in your mind space do they go? Do they hide in the dark alleys of the city? Do they retreat to the very corners of the room? Do they sink deep into the murk of the swamp? Do they hide in the petrified logs of the forest? Secrete themselves in the dungeons of your beautiful palace? Hide in the weeds of that flourishing garden? In the coils of rope on the ship deck? Burrow deep into the holes in the field or disappear into the dusty corners of the storage room? Or do they leave completely, out in the world to find some other harbour that may appreciate them more? How do your thoughts move? Do they dance around you? Or bustle like rush hour customers? Or sway in breezes of emotion like willows and firs in a storm? Or do they jump and crackle unpredictably like flames? Do you join hands with them? Do you accept them? Do you love them or do you take them for granted?

#just thoughts #just though i'd share #just a thought #just random musings #just random thoughts #just rambling #just random things #just my ramblings #just musings #just musing #just my thoughts #just my random thoughts #just my rambles #mar’s musings 🪄 #musing with mar <3 #musings #kinda poetic i guess #kinda poetry #poetic #thoughts

[rasticore]

Angel is somehow Older, Younger, and the Same Age as Husk

Older in the sense that he died first, making him "older" with how long he's been in Hell

Younger in that Angel died younger at almost half Husk's age meaning they're both sorta "stuck" at those ages

Same in that they were both born in the 1910s meaning their living and dead "ages" are the same when combined

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #hazbin hotel husk #angel dust #theres something poetic hiding there somewhere i guess #i just think its kinda funny #age gap both ways but also no gap

[cat-loving-elf]

"The Fight" (part 2/2)

Abarant starts with a classic fireball

Scrumptious counters with an icicle

The Teal Mage places a fire wall

Lizzard's right now in a pickle

The opponent sees Lizzard's eyes bawl

The lizzer quickly summons an ice sickle

Quick counter, Abarant goes with flame crawl

Time for the Lizzard to use his big deal

As flames crawl up to him, he lets himself chill

And so, he casts the meta spell, great blizzard

Scrumptious the Lizzard, truly a great wizzard

But even the Roman Empire fell one day

And so The Great Lizzer Wizzer also may

Teal Abarant sees the blizzard, he thinks fast

He has a good idea, time for him to cast

His spell was or would have been "Time travel"

He goes back in time, what a marvel

As this spell only creates eternal loops

Resumes the earlier Fight of the two elite troops

Abarant replaced his earlier self with himself

When it again gets to the great blizzard

The Teal casts "Time travel", what a wizzard

The Fight is now looped, Abarant forever stuck

Nobody will win, nobody will loose, a tie, fuck

The hillside slowly will deteriorate

But Abarant saved lots of wizzers, no debate

#shit i love the beginning where i did the abab rhyme scheme #its kinda a poetic thing #cause you know #they are exchanging spells and rhymes!! #also i guess this might be the end of the scrumptious the lizzard wizzard series #unless ill write some more #but if this ends up to be the end #thank you!! to everyone who gave me sum notes during it!! #also i think everyone should appreciate that i used proper capitalization in these lines #actually stuffed these out to the max with fire #im spoiling yall fella wizzers and wizzer fyre lines enjoyers!! #wizard posting #wizardblr #we love casting spells #wizzardrous slam poetry #epic fyre wizzy rap #scrumptious the lizzard #we especially love casting great blizzard B))

[eddies-house]

so...some past trauma has been reactivated which...fucking sucks. but it also means i might churn out some good writing?

#like for some reason when im at my most fucked mental state i can write like the most poetic shit #obvi cause it's like im distracting myself from the pain or whatever #and all the emotion goes into writing #so it's like god this fucking sucks and i kinda want to fall off of the earth #but also i can create worlds beyond this place #idk its like tragically beautiful i guess #idk im in a mood #life is kinda ehh and it feels like a very transitional point in time #where things can change so drastically very soon #and on top of it some mothefucker i dont care to speak to and havent spoken to in years wants to pop up #*insert reignited trauma* #UGH #if you read this ily #cause i just needed to spew my thoughts out into the void #vics thoughts

[lunasilvis]

Thoughts on the new taylor swift?

Haha, alright, thanks for wondering. Frankly, I gave 2 -3 songs a listen but stopped there + don't bother put it on again. I am no hater since her music offers a lot of consolation to many young girls and women worldwide and that's super, but her brand and music just do not interest or appeal to me that much.

Totally convinced though she's backed by some mean American marketing apparatus to ensure she churns out the most entrancing pop music imaginable, which you only hate because you hate it's so catchy and you don't wanna give in to that lol.

#ask #Some weird as shit tattooed golden retriever lyrics (?) + wondering if she can write about anything else but heartbreak #Kinda don't dig how she sets a male-centered woman example to multiple gens of young girls now. Like... boys aren't worth so much fuzz #And this album being proclaimed “poetic” doesn't sit well w me. but yea I guess poetry is open to free interpretation right #Maybe I haven't experienced boy heartbreak enough to get it

[lululeighsworld]

i really do be thinking about this moment from the end of s2 where hannah curls up with claude's corpse a completely unhealthy amount

#ok i know no one is here for my kuroshitsuji posting but guess what I AM so just lemme ramble off in the tags for a sec #god there is just something so sad and poetic about this like 15 seconds of screen time #like the entirety of s2 is just hannah expertly pulling the strings from behind the scenes cuz one lil human kid changed her outlook #on what it means to be a demon. and sebastian and claude are ignorant of it cuz they're a lil too obsessed w/ outplaying each other #like it's kinda weird to phrase it like this but she got her happy ending #she got the two souls she wanted + the downfall of the demon who lost sight of what he should have been doing #also like how dare the animators make claude so beautiful in death THAT'S UNFAIR.......I LOVE HIM EVEN MORE #anyways. i love s2 and hannah carry on #kuroshitsuji #hannah annafellows #claude faustus

[witchspeka]

Golden Kamuy is so unserious like wtf do you mean a bear got on the fucking train????

#gk #golden kamuy #cine te a intrebat #WHEN I SAW THE FUCKING BEAR I LOST IT like be fr #only in gk #gk spoilers #golden kamuy spoilers #i guess tho its pretty vague #also god people are dropping like flies #some better than others #im still not over the bear ITS ALWAYS A BEAR WHY IS IT ALWAYS A BEAR #kinda poetic tho ngl that it all began with a bear and is ending with a bear #i hope a bear shows up in supinamarada too itd be on brand

[an-american-crisis]

The thing that makes Memento Mori: the most important thing in the world by will wood such a vibey song is that instead of romanticizing death and attempting to make it poetic, it simply points out the mere absurdity of it all, (death, dying, being dead), as well as life itself. In this essay I will

#will wood #songs that make me feral at 4am wooo #I think it’s kinda obvious that this is how the song is interpreted by most people(?) I guess #but anyways I just like talking about will wood #love that guy #also I do believe in an afterlife but I just think he’s also kinda right #personally I also think death can be both poetic and absurd!! like me. sorta. anyways #also there’s no essay just a bunch of tags I’m throwing together did I mention it’s 4am #i should just go to bed

[ifievertoldyou]

JUST FOUND AN OLD FIC RECS GOOGLE DOC WITH ME RECOMMENDING ATOL AGES AGO

#~ever rambles #new artifact uncovered #love how this reads like how my comments are now but was written months before i had even actually commented on anything at all #i guess i really am the same. i honestly just got more comfortable with sharing my thoughts with the authors #cw caps #im feeling sentimental today #this actually reminds me of some of my comment on the last chapter of atol #that's kinda poetic actually omfg i love that so much

[the-witch-without-wisdom]

“How Do You Know They’re Actually There?”

Before another deity ever reached out to me, I would have asked “How do you know when they’re there?” My only experience with deities has been Christ, and He’s always there. But then Loki reached out to me.

Every time I see a cityscape lit up with a thousand lights at night while driving home, I think of him. It’s not even conscious anymore.

Every time there’s a kitchen disaster or even a slight mishap, I’m exasperatedly intoning fucking Loki in my head.

Every time I eat spicy food I’m reminded of him, and I murmur “I’d like to share this with you, sir.” Under my breath.

Whenever I smell coffee I feel a rush of joy, inexplicable, untamable and brief. I don’t even like coffee— but Loki does.

When one of his colors snags my eye, I immediately smile. Without even trying, like he’s cheering me up.

I no longer fear fire as I once did. I welcome it as a friend. I light matches more easily. Flame feels like comfort, feels like presence.

Snakes are drawn to me and I am drawn to them— I’ve always loved snakes, but never to the degree that I do now, and never has an animal favored me like this.

Colors associated with him are brighter. Animals that he loves are kinder. His element comforts me. Smells of herbs and spices that he loves stick out amongst other smells in grocery stores and restaurants.

Everyone’s experience is different, but now that I’ve worked with Loki for a little while, I know I will never ask anyone “How do you know they’re actually there?”

#loki* #loki #loki deity work #loki deity #loki god of mischief #norse loki #kinda poetic i guess #kinda poetry #me #wonderings from the witch #this may become a tag? #this guy’s been in the drafts for a WHILE

[mar-the-magician]

I’m saying goodnight to all people who say “I love you” as a farewell. I’m saying goodnight to all people who say “How are you?” as a greeting. I’m saying goodnight to all people who use fandom as a coping mechanism. I’m saying goodnight to all people who are confused about their faith or religion currently. I’m saying goodnight to everyone whose favorite character died or barely got any screentime. I’m saying goodnight to all the adults who sleep with plushies, you’re so valid and me too fam. I’m saying goodnight to customer service workers, because y’all deal with a lot of shit. I’m saying goodnight to lgbtqia+ people who live in non-accepting homes— hang in there guys/gals/non-binary pals. I’m saying goodnight to all Christian witches, y’all cool as fuck. I’m saying goodnight to all the people who can’t choose one aesthetic— first world problems, man. But most importantly, I’m saying goodnight to 💕~you~💕

#i’m actually rather proud of this post #kinda poetic i guess #just randomness #musing with mar <3 #mar’s musings 🪄 #just me being silly #i do that sometimes #i do that a lot

[blue-jayyy8657]

i’ve noticed that while some people have trouble saying they love others, refuse to believe what they feel, i’m the complete opposite. i love too easily, too freely, and it ends with me getting hurt all the time. i love strangers, friends, my family, animals, everything that gives me some form of joy or any emotion at all. i love everything when it gives me nothing back, and it hurts. it hurts when people leave, people die, people don’t return my love or break my heart because it’s just so easy to do. i love people i hate. i love the lady on the bus who smiles at me when i pass. i love the family across the street who ring my doorbell on halloween with painted faces and open bags. i love my best friend who stands up for me when i can’t stand up for myself. i love my brother when he says he hates me or shares his snacks. i love the stranger who replied to my tiktok comment. and it hurts when no one loves me back as deeply and as easily as i love them. it’s a kind of pain i don’t think i’ll ever get over, loving too quickly. and it’s so confusing to me when i see people in shows denying their love for others, reading about it in books or fics. how can you ignore something so powerful and simple as love? how can you deny the very thing that makes up your entire life? i’ve always loved too freely, i’m only just now realizing what pain it causes me.

#like i was reading a fic and bro was like refusing to believe it and i was like. how. #and then i realized oh wait #this is actually kinda poetic #and then proceeded to Think #and then was like oh okay maybe i should share my Thoughts #so here lmao #rants n rambles #jays incomprehensible shit #thoughts #i guess #whatever fuck tags im done

[kai-keda]

Love unrequited and secret tears at your heart. You want so badly to tell them that you love them, that you’ll always love them, and that they’ll always have someone in you that they can turn to when they are in danger but you worry that they won’t believe you.

You worry that they’ll hear your promises of undying loyalty and care and take it to mean that you want an exchange, a deal, that you want something from them.

But you don’t.

You don’t want anything from them.

You don’t want them to give you gifts or kisses or fulfillment.

You don’t want anything.

Actually, I lied.

You want two things.

You want them to be happy and you want them to know that you want them to be happy.

The part of unrequited secret love that is so painful is not the unrequited part. It’s okay if they don’t love you back. You will still do everything in your power to make them happy.

It’s the secret part.

The part where you worry that any conversations and plans and promises you give to them will now be mistranslated. Where instead of hearing genuine selfless love, they hear guilt on a silver platter served up to force them into things they do not want.

You worry that when you tell them “It’s okay if you do not love me because I will still love you and my love is not transactional.” they will read that as manipulation. Or worse,

They will be too good and kind to turn you down and they will suffer through cuddling and kisses and all other things expected of romance despite wanting none of it.

And as you hold them close and gently rub their back, intending to be a comfort, they are more anxious than if you had never met.

That’s what you fear.

“Love is selfless”.

I used to think that that couldn’t be true.

I am a hopeless romantic.

“He was the air I breathed.”

“I only felt alive when she was near.”

“I had no purpose or meaning before them.”

“Xe listened to me and xe was the only one to ever do it.”

I thought these things were signs of love.

I thought gifts and promises were the returning of favors and that those favors back and forth were what love was.

To me, love was no more than a series of compromises and some disappointments

How blind had I been.

Love is selfless.

Not in that you feel love when someone is selfless towards you.

But that you are in love when yourself no longer matters.

When you are not laying down your life out of obligation but rather because you know that you would suffer hours of sleepless nights worrying about the one you love.

You don’t worry about what they think of you, you worry about if they are happy.

All you want is for them to be happy.

Not because them being happy brings you joy, but because the thought of anything else brings you pain.

I am in love

For the first time in my life, I am in love and for the first time in my life

I know what that means

#Kai Keda rambling #it’s kinda poetic I guess #yeah f it I’m calling this poetry #it’s my feelings laid out raw and it has a sense of rhythm

[shmaptainwrites]

rereading old fics can be so personal

#mimi chats #felt nostalgic and went thru old comments on some of my favourite pieces #and i just #miss having that presence and interaction i guess #but also so happy that i got that opportunity #and also to express myself in that kind of way that was different from what a lot of other writers were doing #like till forever falls apart and i bless the rains #both so special to me #and to think one came from a weird itch to write some th ont based off africa by tot #and it endinf up beinf so poetic and thematic?? #yeah anyways i’m just getting sentimental #and i kinda miss being in slightly bigger fandoms

[thankstothe]

Subtle

#breaking bad #breaking bad spoilers #gustavo fring #walter white #FUCK ME IN MY ASS WITH THIS SYMBOLISM #THE WHIPLASH I FELT THE FIRST TIME I'VE WATCHED THIS HAPPEN ON SCREEN #poetic cinema #it still breaks me #bad you could say #lmao #i guess its kinda spoilery