#mine:poetry

[viktorhargreves]

#spilled ink #poets on tumblr #love poetry #mine:poetry #mine #mine:graphics #its 2am adn time to be emo !!!! #the tequila to my vodka

[methodwriting]

been giving some thought to my relationship with old friends, and came up with an epiphany of sorts. hope it helps someone else out there.

#toxic friends #toxic people #mywritings #mine:poetry #mine:original

[jamesnbarnes]

you’re the sun by day and the moon by night, and hell if you aren’t the guiding star when the world turns out the lights.

my anchor | a.h.c

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[sixovcrows]

i knew a girl once. she said she loved the flowers blossoming in the meadow outside of her house. she told me they were dandelions. they told her they were weeds.

i loved the girl once. she had a smile warmer than the sun, and the stars begged her to shine softer so their glow might not be lost. she told me she loved me too. when i said it back, i told her a half-truth.

i saw the girl once, her brilliant smile dulled by the shadows of the man standing over her. at twenty-one, he was five years our senior. he ate the moonlight of the girl and spat out something different, something sad. he called her flower and smelled like weed. she told me he loved her. he told me it was a lie.

i knew a girl once. the woman in front of me has her face, but her eyes are bleak and she does not smile. a baby suckles at her breast, a toddler pulls at her wrist. they look like the man who killed the girl i love, who beat her darker than the other side of the moon until she didn’t know whether his arm would hold her or ruin her. she told me that she has missed my presence in her life, how she wishes life had not broken us apart. i tell her i miss her too.

— and i love her still, perhaps i always will, j.g.

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[overcastlightoflife-blog]

Bad deals

I’ve been travelling 

to and throw here and in between

Where lies, deceits and troubles go never to be seen

The journey is long, my feet are sore and my soul is getting weary.

The company is a constant bore and the weather always dreary

And yet I find that it is nice to walk among the dammed

For this pleasure, I pay a price- of the promised land.

I’ve been travelling, there and back collecting all their sins.

What hell makes up for, heaven lacks and- the devil always wins.  

#mine:poetry #writing #poetry #idek tbh

[cheonsaaaa]

if I traced my way through the stars

and back to you

would you still be here

like you promised to?

#mine:poetry #stars #promises #spilled ink

[viktorhargreves]

“I don’t know if I believe in love at first sight. Or even second sight. Love is a process. All I know is that I’ve been falling deeper and deeper into affection for you and I don’t know if I want to dig myself out of the hole I have made for myself. Or if I would even want to. I just know I want to find the answer to all my questions somewhere between your ear and your collarbone.” -m. e. callow

#yeah #mine:poetry #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #love poem #this is from last year and yes its about #the tequila to my vodka

[methodwriting]

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[jamesnbarnes]

you hate the ocean nowadays because the waves sound like a memory, like missions and bullets and gunfire and someone you used to love.

bucky / who the hell is bucky | a.h.c

#mine:poetry #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #poets of tumblr #my poetry #moving all of my old poetry off my VERY old blog #onto this new blog

[lycanthroqueen]

I love you, I love you, I love you, it's a mantra I keep repeating, I keep saying that word until it doesn't sound like a word anymore, but it hasn't lost any of its meaning, if anything it gets bigger every time I think it, every time I say it, and so I just keep thinking, I love you, I love you, I love you.

#mine:poetry #ah fuck

[overcastlightoflife-blog]

Collective thoughts about the sunrise in July.

I have seen the sunrise in July and thought much of it.

As is peaks timidly over the horizon the sky is cast vibrant orange, which reminds me of the tangerines that fall off my grandmother’s tree in May. On the delicate fringes of this radiant hue the sky melts into a gentle baby blue: the colour of my father’s eyes.

Soon, the sun gains more confidence and rises steadily pulling with it the colours yellow, red and pink: the colours of the sunflower’s on a stranger’s grave I pass everyday on the way to work, of my best friend’s plump, familiar lips and my favourite pair of underwear.

All of these colours bleed into each other as if they were infecting one another, compulsively spreading their own shades around the sky just to see how many different tones they could make on their vast, encompassing canvas.

By the time the sun as fully risen and is sitting amongst the clouds- all of these striking  colours have disappeared; their effervescence dwindled as the sun forgets them simply along the horizon.

But they are forever etched into my mind, my consciousness. Many people say that no two sunrises are the same. And yet, they are composed of so many of my familiar memories.

#mine:poetry

[jamesnbarnes]

i. are you an angel? are you a god? did you once sit at god’s right hand? did olympus cast you out because you shined too brightly? you escape the confines of what can be described with earthly language. you are not human. truly there is no other explanation, and so it is.

ii. we must have been created from the same legend. you were crafted from that which the gods cast away. and because we were born of the same bone, darling, we were born of dust and ash and soul. we are how galaxies begin. so it is, as it has been.

iii. let death consume us. suppose we are mortal after all. to have loved you all these years is to have been whole. our souls will circle each other for eternity. if this world would see us devoured, so it is, as it has been, as it always must be.

you are as i am | a.h.c

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[hollowdejection-blog]

i've done some thinking,

what i think of most of all.

if i had one day to live,

you'd be my final call.

#poetry #poem #poems #mine:poetry #personal #love #depression #death #romance #romantic #suicide #life #loving

[overcastlightoflife-blog]

Persephone

Persephone

 Pomegranate blooms in spring.

crimson red bulb, enveloped in

gorgeous green garnishes of leaves

the juice sweet and succulent

await summer’s fateful drop.

 The sun rises gloriously in a marigold

mirage of pleasantry and peace.

The crops of the harvest bend towards

its golden glow- a torch radiating

peace and protection.

 I was stolen in spring.

he came, as silent as a whisper,

at night where the sun could not bear

witness to my abuse. only the stony

moon could testify my pain.

 I plead for it to forgive,

I beg for mercy- but no

such pity comes from its silent

demeanour. where he ripped me from

the soil, blood stained the ground.

 Pomegranate dies in winter.

the incessant frost rips the seeds from

the pulp, slaughters the juice across

the courtyard, until nothing is left 

but empty, barren halves.

 I die in winter, when he steals me

again. Crushed wheat and forgotten

crops scatter as I run from my eventual

capture. The bite of the wind is my one

farewell as the ground swallows me.

 I struggle as flames catch in my lungs

and brimstone lodges under my

fingernails . when I am gone, nothing

grows. when I am here, all dies.

I weep for my seedless fruit and my

crop less harvest.

 But mostly,

I fight  for myself and this hell

I know.

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