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poetrybyonur · 17 days

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I want to be your wildest adventure, but also your safe place. A place you call home.

(Music by Alina Baraz)

#poets on tumblr #love quotes #love poetry #romantic poetry #love poem #romantic writer #onurtaskiran poetry #poets and writers #gentleman poet #love #poetrybyonur #spilled ink #writers on tumblr #safe haven #safe place #home #wildest adventure #romantic soul #romantic poem

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liesandnights · 2 years

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Isn't it wonderful how you're always finding new songs and new books and new shows and new hobbies and new places and new people to fall in love with? There will always be things to love, as long as you stick around to find them.

#keep loving #so much to love #love #music #poetry #books #art #places #writers #tumblers #aesthetic #dark academia #poems #late night #lies and nights

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juan-francisco-palencia · 8 months

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A flower on the road.

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thoughtkick · 11 months

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I know that you think that youre on your own. But just know that Im here, and Ill lead you home if you let me.

Streetlight Manifesto; A Better Place, A Better Time

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whaliiwatching · 2 months

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other lives and dimensions and finally a love poem…

#spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk #spider noir #hobie brown #noirpunk #siiighhhhh i love them so muchhhhhh #they’re in LOVE love did you know #the love for them may have died just a little bit #but 1. never big in the first place let’s hear it for rarepairs #and 2. couple of us are hangin on like CHAMPIONS #they gotta do the classic spiderman kiss…… sony make it happen #and yes that’s transfem hobie #(.. and that’s transmasc noir sue me but they’re not canon anyway i like exploring dynamics)#but you can ignore that if you want i guesssss and they can be lesbians #caption is the title of a bob hicok poem!! one of my old favorites

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metamorphesque · 1 year

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love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places

“love is a place”, E.E. Cummings

#e e cummings #love is a place #poems #poetry #love poems #quotes #literature #classic literature #romantic academia

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august-writing · 27 days

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"Not I," I said, "I love you."

Yet when blood was on your face I knew you not.

"Would you follow me, my child? Even in the dark?"

But when the light blew dim I fled.

You told me of the future, and of a joy to come

You loved me and you taught me

"I know your heart, my child."

When you were weak and weary where was I to comfort?

When you cried out for the Father I hid my face.

I saw you. I saw your eyes and anguish.

O how it pierced me. How could I abandon you?

"Not I," I said, "I love you." But how could it be true?

I turned and left my lover.

Weak and twisted is the heart that claimed to live for you

How can it be, how can I live? I wish to love you.

Yet it is a dead heart that saw your face among the crowd.

A light flew across the distance. On the wings of your suffering.

O how it pierced me. My eyes have opened.

I don't deserve to be here, to sing and see the dawn

Lord let me live and love you

How I was meant to all along

#poetry #poem #poems on tumblr #poemblr #easter poem #salt and light #easter thoughts #text #writing #my writing #mini ramble hold on #growing up i heard the concept 'if youd been there youd be in the crowd cursing him and spitting on him' kinda deal often #and not that i think its Wrong exactly. or that it cant be good for meditation. but i don't know if it worked for me #it just really confused me like. but....i know jesus why would i suddenly go Evil...what about the people who knew him...they weren't #what about mary who was crying while everyone else cursed him?#as i got older i realized that i felt myself much more it Peter's place. being one who knew jesus. who loved him. who said you'd follow him #and yet... keeps messing up. so these are just my thoughts on that

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poems-of-madness · 7 months

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I romanticize everything, to the point of self-destruction. I fabricate love stories in various places, leading to isolation. There are so many places I can no longer visit because I've given them away to love. Throughout my life, I've always been the one responsible for breaking my own heart.

I Am My Own Mirage by Royla Paula Rădița Asghar

#poetry #royla asghar #love #writer #poem #madness #spilled ink #writing #prose #mine #heartbreak #place #hopeless places #in love #portrait

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oflights · 9 months

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wip snip 4.2

thank you for the tag, @elskanellis! your snip is so intriguing 👀

in return, have some more of time travel fic: extremely gooey and tender and basically what the next 10k or so words are going to be (the fic is currently 20k lmao) before things get Bad again. still heartbreaking in its tenderness, though, because baby harry is heartbreaking (a contextual reminder that he is 7 in this snip!!! adult harry is henceforth "potter" from draco's pov).

“This is for me?” Harry asks, doing another turn, clutching at the still unnamed dragon in his hands. “All of this, the bed and—I can—”

“Harry,” Draco says softly, coming closer and dropping to crouch again, ignoring his protesting thighs starting to truly feel all the activity of the day. “Yes, all of this. You can sleep in the bed, you can name your toy—it’s all yours. This is what looking after you means; everything that I can offer is yours now. I promise.”

“Do I have to—” Harry starts, and Draco simply doesn’t want to hear where that’s going.

“No. You don’t have to do a single thing. It’s just yours. Because—because you’re a guest, and a kid, and kids deserve these sorts of things no matter what.”

“Oh,” Harry says, sounding genuinely startled in a way that makes Draco want to punch—someone. Perhaps Vernon or Petunia Dursley, or perhaps Albus Dumbledore. He did not ever imagine he would one day find new and more infuriating reasons to resent Dumbledore this long after his death, but he supposes life is surprising that way.

Harry breaks up his surprised, revelatory stance with another yawn, and this time Draco makes sure his tone brooks no argument when he directs him to the bathroom with the pajamas. To keep busy and shove down the punching urge, he resizes another set of clothes from the wardrobe for the morning, startling himself when he leans too far in and his hand disappears through the back wall.

“Oh, right, I should warn you,” Draco says when Harry returns, changed and padding gingerly towards the bed. “The wardrobe is a portal to the treehouse, so be careful if you go too far into it.”

“You have a treehouse?” Harry asks with a gasp, and Draco smiles at him, striding over and pulling the quilt back for Harry to settle in.

“You have a treehouse. I’ll show you tomorrow, if you’d like.”

He waits as Harry clambers onto the bed and settles against the mound of pillows, smoothing the quilt over him and then making sure the dragon is tucked in, too. “Any ideas on a name?” Draco asks softly, tweaking the dragon’s snout. “Do you want to sleep on it?”

“Can I name him after a—a con—a constellation? Like you?” Harry asks, frowning in concentration.

“Yes, of course you can. Which do you fancy?” Draco sits on the bed near Harry’s feet and leans back on his hands, gazing up at the ceiling as it cycles over them. “There’s Cygnus, the swan I was telling you about—he was my grandfather, you know, and right by Draco, so that’s convenient. There’s Pegasus, too, a type of flying horse, and Cepheus, he was a king in Ancient Greece—well, he chained his daughter up to a rock, so maybe not the best role model, but a cool name nonetheless. Just stop me if anything grabs you, really.”

“What’s that one?” Harry asks, squinting up and pointing; Draco makes a mental note to solve the glasses issue as soon as possible. He looks where Harry’s pointing, southwest of the quadrant he’d been explaining, and spots the most recognizable constellation there is.

“Ah, that’s Orion. The hunter. He was a Giant, you know, and he got pretty boastful, so Gaia—super powerful Earth mum, you did not want to get on her bad side—sent a great big scorpion after him. They fought, so you’ll never see Orion and Scorpius—that constellation all the way over there—in the sky at the same time. But Ophiuchus—he was a Healer, that one over there, see how he’s sort of between Orion and Scorpius? He gave Orion some medicine and saved him from Scorpius.”

Harry’s eyes are drooping closed, but he still murmurs, “Really? Is that all true?”

“Well, sort of. They’re stories, myths; all the stars have stories. There are different versions and they change depending on who you talk to, but I have my favorite versions because they’re the ones my mum told me.”

Draco checks in to see that Harry’s eyes are almost completely closed, and keeps talking hoping they’ll close further; how many times had his mother talked him to sleep?

“If you’re in the sky, it means you’re pretty important, right? So that means lots of stories. I’ll tell you all of them, if you’d like. I think you’ll enjoy this room, and you’ll be happy here. I hope so.”

That’s all verging on a ramble, but he thinks it doesn’t matter because Harry is asleep. So Draco gets up gently, patting Harry’s foot over the quilt, shoots the still unnamed dragon a grin, and starts to leave the room.

He stops only when he hears Harry mumble, “Orion. That’s his name,” and curl around the dragon, breathing going smooth and even, arms clutching it tight against his small frame.

Draco smiles at them both. “Goodnight, Harry and Orion.”

tagging @teledild0nix @phoebe-delia and @thehoneybeet, fully randomly chosen so absolutely no pressure!!

#wip snip #drarry #drarry wip #drarry fic #time travel fic #so the working title of this (subject to change ofc though i like to have titles set early) is the star splitter #which is about a guy who burns his pastoral farmer life down to get a telescope to figure out his 'place among the infinities'#it's probably my second favorite frost poem tbh #draco burning his life down to rethread the universe for young harry seems very appropriate to me #anyway #i'm going to have to pause this fic somewhat soon to work on a fest fic #trying to get as much done as i possibly can because i love it so much already !!!

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eijferalgoyeis · 2 months

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I always liked the blue of the sea until I met the brown of your eyes.

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greatmotivation · 1 month

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Believe in your potential. Every step forward, no matter how small, brings you closer to your goals. Embrace challenges as opportunities to grow, and let your passion fuel your journey. Remember, the only limits that exist are the ones you place upon yourself. So, dare to dream, strive for excellence, and never underestimate the power of your determination. Your journey to success begins with a single step. Take it today.

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jayvespertine · 2 years

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Jennifer Niven; All The Bright Places

#jennifer niven #all the bright places #violet #finch #theodore finch #literature #dark academia #poetry #quotes #poem #light academia #romance #romantic academia #love quotes #memes

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the-bisexual-and-damned · 7 months

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todd x knox is so very confusing (and i don’t know if it was shipped ironically or with full seriousness)

cause anderperry is the beloved ship (no further explanation)

chris x ginny are two characters that could have so much going - ginny as a jo march esq ambitious theater nerd, and chris the sweet, lovable cheerleader who unexpectedly falls for her boyfriends sister.

charlie x meeks is ‘hey, what if the nuisance and the nerd got together?’ and i think the beloved dork and the class clown are chaotic and fun as a ship concept. and love the idea of meeks helping charlie with latin and it just turns into a study date.

cameron x charlie is frenemies to lovers, probably lots of angst (as if these ships didn’t have enough of them) they’re foils of one another, and there would be SO MUCH back and forth it would make walt whitmans head spin in his grave. then opening up to each other-

what ARE TODD AND KNOX??? i can imagine he does his big romantic gestures, like he did in the movie, and successfully puts todd in a coma. like charlie being his wingman and telling knox that the big stuff won’t work, and not listening, makes him almost sob in class. and todd would think he was trying to intentionally embarrass him, and knox would say that he was IN LAUV with todd, and todd wouldn’t believe him. and maybe knox would write a really cheesy romantic poem that would make todd laugh???

#maybe todd would get annoyed and try to one up knox #and write a MUCH BETTER love poem and show it to him #and knox would feel embarrassed and flustered and put in his place #maybe todd would teach knox how to write better poem and cue romantic arc?#maybe knox would go on and on about his love of audrey hepburn movies #and todd would listen to him #dead poets society #dps #dps fandom #chrisginny #knarlie #charlie x meeks #chameron #anderperry

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salovie · 9 days

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Spotlit between elms, I sweat in the sunlight;

long deprived, my skin weeps for vitamin D.

I stick to the black mesh beneath us,

suspended over too-long grass

and the bugs that thrive there.

The clouds are cirrus—my favorite kind,

though they aren’t enough to ease our eyes,

squinted straight up at bright blue

and leaf-shine. You close yours.

The breeze carries a shiver;

my damp shirt becomes a cold compress.

That field below us whispers

as I draw your sticky body closer.

Someday this moment won’t exist

even as a memory.

#poetry #spilled ink #NaPoWriMo #napowrimo 2024 #prompt #closely describe an object or place and then end the poem with a more abstract or philosophical line #I loved this prompt #apparently it was also a prompt in 2016 but I couldn’t find whatever I wrote then #I blame tumblrs search feature #inspired by E #inspired by C

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littlegingermochipie · 2 years

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zukaang | rajamandala | राजमण्डल | 羅闍曼荼羅 devdas, chigo, lengger lanang and layla-majnun inspired tale

the day zukō was born, agni bestowed him with a single eternal flame, everlastingly alight inside the gentur lamp which he would carry along with him everywhere he went. no one could extinguish and light it back at will except the one who’s destined to guide his fate, as prophesied at naloni mitoni.

after his genpuku as the successor of ōzai tennō, zukō accompanied azhura in attending durga puja and seren taun, hosted by baginda bhumi at the central port of canggu. the siblings then reunited with maiko and tài linh, who became patrons of entertainment in northern manjung.

their seventh generation of tawaifs featured the esteemed amrapali, whose swara and abhinaya effortlessly enamored kaldera royals. as she danced, not only did she take everyone's breath away, but also the life of every kindled flame in the room. then, when she lit them back with gentle sway of her hands, zukō knew that she's the one.

realizing that his son had set his eyes on a mere yìjì, ōzai warned the prince that he might be deceived by outlanders witchery, but zukō insisted that he trusted agni's sacred will. he continued to chase the tawaif in unquenchable desire to know about her more, unaware that the fate he would thread on was to become a madman, lost in utterly blind love which turned into the purest form of devotion.

because amrapali was, in fact, not merely a dancer and disciple of buddha. she was bodhisattva kannon in her avatar form－a man named āng, awakened in rana pota lake as the only living sky dweller. his kin were mercilessly wiped from existence milennium ago by zukō's ancestor, souzan tenshi, who begun the conquest of rajamandala.

āng's crimson henna, drawn by performers of tide drifters; adinda katara and kakanda saka, covered his distinguished irezumi, while his voice was trained to move even the most hardened heart by paduka běifāng and a hia haru, the stone wielders. together with his beloved shrivijayans, the avatar would liberate the victims of war under ōzai's tyrant rule.

however, it was out of āng's prior knowledge that he would possess karmic ties with the very son of his own enemy through vortex of conflicted, mortal feelings. willingly bestow thousands of blessings to zukō's thousands of prayers, he would, but even as the emanation of god, āng still could not simply pull the strings of fate as he selfishly pleased.

by the will of sang hyang widhi, āng was destined to succeed in ending the misdeeds of fire breather’s forefathers, but at the cost of his heart falling forever in unfulfilled love. for he knew, that even though zuko took the role of mirabai to krishna, their wish to be united would be granted only in death like that of layla and majnun.

for @zukaangweek third day prompt: sacred/possesive

#zukaang #kataang #sokkaang #realistically sad ending #religiously good ending #(majnun) loving god through his creation (layla) and the notion of their virgin love is the most powerful agape of all #both agni and kannon testing the earthly beings (like shinta in agni pariksha and chigo with monks) is the red thread here for zukaang #the original trio of the gaang in troupe of court entertainers planning to overthrow villains is absolutely hot #you can take the aang/water siblings tag platonically or as or spicy as you want 👀👌#yep the namings - titles - endearments - lyrics/poems - places - terms here is mostly from south - southeast - east - western asia #obligatory zukaang bollywood au that went overboard because my brain wont shut up #this is also a tribute to the iconic lgbt dancers lengger lanang god i love their graceful presence so much #aang fanart #zuko fanart #katara fanart #sokka fanart

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sfsolstice · 2 months

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i have cried other times saying goodbye to: my grandparents; old friends; past lovers; and their concepts; who i used to be; and who i might turn out to be; but i did not cry when i realized— i do not love you, at least not in the way i thought i did;

#poets of tumblr #poets on tumblr #poets community #original poetry #poetry #poem #original poem #spilled poetry #spilled ink #sfsolstice #a wolf lives inside of me #i should have known #from the way she only wants to feed #how could love grow in such a place #i almost wish it could

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