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maxwelldpoetry · 9 months

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Follow me on IG at @maxwelldpoetry or TikTok at @maxwelldpoetry

#poetry #spilled ink #my writing #quotes #writerscreed #poets on tumblr #spilled thoughts #writers on tumblr #creative writing #spilled words #positivevibes #positivity #good vibes #late night thoughts #warm and cozy #gentle reminder #micropoem #healing #maxwelldpoetry

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vibing-hard-or-hardly-vibing · 1 year

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So, which is it? Do you vibe hard, or hardly vibe?

The tensile strength of my vibe changes with the weather, unfortunately

#asks #thank you tumblr user maxwelldpoetry #I realize this is a non answer #but hey #gotta keep the mystery alive somehow

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artlessdynamite · 11 months

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15 Questions for 15 mutuals

Thank you @hiwatari for tagging me!!!

15 questions for 15 mutuals:

are you named after anyone? Not technically but I was supposed to be Ana rather than Mariana

when was the last time you cried? Like 2 days ago when I decided to just watch movies all day and I watched A Man Called Otto and I cried big time. About my own life though? no clue

do you have any kids? No and I don't plan to

do you use sarcasm a lot? Sooooo much

what sports do you/have you played? Okay, so gymnastics, taekwondo, cheerleading and tennis as a child but I was never very good at any of them.

what’s the first thing you notice about people? weirdly enough... their hands

eye color? dark brown

scary movies or happy endings? happy endings because I want everything to be a happily ever after and I can't handle jump scares but I do love gory movies like saw

any special talents? I got nothing... my talent is apparently just making people cry whenever I write something that actually contains feelings

where were you born? In the hospital but there is a wild story behind it all

any hobbies? UUUUH does listening to music 24/7 count? idk reading fanfic or some shit

do you have any pets? Yes, a cat, he's an old man, and I have started to claim my cousin's dog as mine

how tall are you? 5'3"-ish I think a bit taller than that so like 162cm probably

favorite subject in school? Like in high school it was biology and my art classes. In college... psych of the good life

dream job? Nothing... I honestly don't know I just want to have enough money to live a decent life and not hate the job. Ideally, it could help other people

I can't think of that many mutuals because I rarely talk to people on tumblr anymore so idk who is my mutual D: and Hiwa already did @jorzuela. Others I can think of are @ellisnebula and @maxwelldpoetry if y'all want to do it. Otherwise, you can just say I tagged you!

blank questions here:

15 questions for 15 mutuals:

are you named after anyone?

when was the last time you cried?

do you have any kids?

do you use sarcasm a lot?

what sports do you/have you played?

what’s the first thing you notice about people?

eye color?

scary movies or happy endings?

any special talents?

where were you born?

any hobbies?

do you have any pets?

how tall are you?

favorite subject in school?

dream job?

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purpledragongifs · 5 years

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It might not feel okay now, but in time, you’ll come to realize that they were a weed, a hindrance to your growth. - @maxwelldpoetry

#maxwelldpoetry #Toxic People #fake friend quotes #fake friends #quote gif #quote

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wnq-writers · 6 years

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You deserve to be more than medicine for someone’s loneliness.

maxwelldpoetry, writing prompt #65: write a ten-word-story

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theprocast · 6 years

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When words don't seem to work, love me in silence. Wrap your arms around me. Let the calm, strong beat of your heart lull my anxieties to sleep. Let your presence speak for itself. I promise, it might not seem like a lot, but just having you there does more than you could ever know.

Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (02/24/2018)

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blackpenwritings · 7 years

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Sometimes I feel like my heart is just like New York City’s night sky. Dark blue and starless. We’re lying on the bed like crossroads, your head on my stomach. You’re reading a book whose name I’ve never heard of, I’m playing with your chestnut hair. You’re all of the lights across the city, with your own dark alleys and the soft, warm glow of the streetlights spilled over the dark grey roads. Your hands in mine are the intersections in this new city we’re building. Too close, and we’re radioactive. Too far, and the city cracks and the debris scatters itself over the emptiness of our ribcages. Sometimes I feel like my heart is just like New York City’s night sky. Dark blue and starless. And I don’t think I’d ever be as bright as I am, if it weren’t for you.

Tamarind Fall Based off of @maxwelldpoetry’s quote.

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burgundymistress · 7 years

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Final product :)

#painting #watercolors #flowers #rose #chrysanthemum #art #artsy #drawing #brush #all's wells end's wells #maxwelldpoetry

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lilnowadays · 7 years

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The continuous tapping of my foot on the cloudy white tile was nothing new I had a sickening feeling grasping on me as my name was called and I was barely able to choke out “here” The words of my therapist were ringing in my ears “Count to ten, find your happy place, breathe”. Fine. Ten. Im sick of living in my home because of my fear of being judged by those I do not know Nine. I can no longer cry, I have ran out of tears due to the constant sobs muffled by my pillow Eight. I am not good enough, that is something I have taught myself Seven. My breathing has become so shallow that I no longer know if I am even alive Six. Yes, they are staring at you, yes you, they are laughing at you Five. You weren’t meant for this world because no one here understands you Four. They did not mean it and will leave you, forever is a lie made by humans Three. You’ll never forget that embarrassment and neither will they Two. You aren’t worthy to be anyone else’s One. These exercise’s do not work, anxiety is your ruler. Happy place. Somewhere other than this place of breathing and life, somewhere, anywhere else but here.

Count to ten by Josie Lanham

#poetry #slampoetry #maxwelldpoetry #anxitey

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ocular-storms · 7 years

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‘Its okay to miss them, but it’s not okay to go after them again. Let the storm pass.’ - Maxwelld Poetry || Not all storms should be chased.

#gif #maxwelldpoetry #lightning #ocular storms

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maxwelldpoetry · 10 months

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I mourn you, and you have yet to die. Years have passed, and your name still tastes bittersweet on my tongue. I do not know if you ever loved me, or if you could have had the timing been better. Time has told me nothing—it remains silent like you. I have written about you to the point of hands cramping, and you will never know which poems are about you. This is poetic secrecy at its finest, and yet I still feel more open than you ever were.

- maxwelldpoetry, “When time didn’t tell.”

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secretlywanderlust · 7 years

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Going somewhere new is so exciting, you always discover new parts of yourself. Going somewhere is never the hard part, coming home when you’ve changed is. Suddenly, you don’t fit in quite right, for new pieces of you were uncovered and you no longer fit the puzzle that you were molded to before.  The new you is scared to stand out, but doesn’t want to revert back. Torn, you just want to run back to where you didn’t need to fit in, back where you were free and happy, but that place is not home.  But home isn’t quite home anymore either. You find yourself daydreaming about your time there and the people you met. You wonder if they miss you as much as you miss them, surely not since they remain in paradise.  You think of how beautiful life was for that short time; no need for jackets or umbrellas for the sun always shone, the ocean was just a walk away, you didn’t need the approval of anyone, you simply fit in there.  You start to wonder why you call the place where you don’t fit in, home. You wonder if you should be elsewhere.  But that’s not how life goes, people travel and then move on with their lives. Does anyone else ever get left behind? The thing that scares you the most is that you will soon forget the newly discovered parts of you and eventually you will be that same puzzle piece as before. The people at home, they don’t understand who you’ve become. They’ve never seen those edges of you. Your life is one giant “you had to be there” moment, except it’s not and never was a joke even though you sometimes feel like you’re being taken for one. You tell yourself that they’ll get you eventually, come to like the new you, even. When you’re brave enough, you try to make sense, your experiences a steady stream of consciousness flowing from your mouth. When the response you receive is all puzzlement and no comprehension you retreat back into your mind, their confusion the perfect trigger for your nostalgia and soon the waves are lapping your feet again. The rain outside your window is a distant relative far away in all senses of the word and you are warm, no longer strange, but just you in every way you didn’t know you could be. This burden is yours and only yours to bear, this cycle of hungering for the world you once knew and trying to change your current universe into it. You play God and it doesn’t go well but you keep trying, keep holding onto hope like a lifeline that’s always threatening to snap but never quite does. Too much of yourself for them, too little of yourself for you, you are uncomfortable but the inside of your head isn’t, so you keep fantasizing. Maybe it would’ve been better if you just never left.

Collaboration, 1 with the amazing @maxwelldpoetry “Home just isn’t home anymore”

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azziano-blog1 · 7 years

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Okay, let’s talk about it. I know I’m annoying you for few days and you want to get rid of me. Actually I don’t know but I think I have the same feeling somewhere but that feeling got somehow covered by my cravings for you. I know I always hold onto things that are never meant to be mine but you’re more than that. Everyday I thought about moving on but I ended up with stalking your profile, seeing you happy with your new boyfriend and trust me that time the only thing I want to do is to die. Idk why. But I’m creating an illusion somewhere in my mind where I died and you are crying over me. And you’re wishing hard that I could get back to life. And I think someday just someday I’ll do that. Not for you but for that illusion.

#wnq-writers #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #writers on tumblr #writer #poets on tumblr #my words #spilled words #the procast #maxwelldpoetry

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purpledragongifs · 5 years

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I write to prove that I am here, that I exist, that I matter. - @maxwelldpoetry

#maxwelldpoetry #writing quotes #writing #self worth quotes #self worth #quote gif #quote

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gabrielgadfly · 7 years

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Special thanks to the poets who participated in my unsolicited “What does it feel like when you write poetry?” question. @haleyincarnate @nicholasbrowne @tedibear1 @madworlddiary @allthesinkingships @maxwelldpoetry

@awhorableperson @possiblygod

Check out their responses with the tag #poets in their own words I think I’m gong to keep using this tag for other questions like this to ask Tumblr’s poet community, so feel free to track it if you like.

#haleyincarnate #nicholasbrowne #tedibear1 #madworlddiary #allthesinkingships #maxwelldpoetry #poets in their own words #possiblygod #awhoreableperson

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wnq-writers · 7 years

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It’s okay to miss them, but it’s not okay to go after them again. Let the storm pass.

maxwelldpoetry | Not all storms should be chased.

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