#orignal poetry

[fatimaamerbilal]

fatima aamer bilal, from how can i escape my mind?

[text id: i thought i had to be wounded to be loved. i can't be desired, but i can be pitied. / LOVE ME OUT OF PITY. please.]

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[evyonagray]

Wedding Vows

You are my Paris. You are my New Orleans. Baby, you are my Home. I'll warm myself with the embers of your rage, I'll keep your lips from ever losing their smile, I will stand with you in life, death, and after death. I will be your conscience when you are blinded by betrayal I will be your shield when you have no fight left in you, May the magic in you and me witness the legacy we build.

– Evyona Gray

#lowkey inspired by Klaus & Caroline lol #klaroline #also can you tell i'm obsessed with the both word and the idea of Home with a capital h #orignal poetry #too on the nose? meh idc #poets of tumblr #poets on tumblr #poets corner #poets and writers #poets community #writerscommunity #female writers #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #writeblr #p.s. this was?are? supposed to be the wedding vows in the klaroline fic i was working on hence the title

[thecanadianweeb]

i want to care for you in your darkest days,

when you’re in a haze and full of doubt.

As the snow falls and seasons change,

i’d stay by your side.

#lesbian #wlw #sapphic poetry #poem #poetry #orignal poetry #lgbtq #queer #gay poetry #queer poetry

[maryannecrimsworth]

A Guide

This post is intended to explain and organize the lore and story of The Hunt and You do need a friend

The Hunt [Ao3]

Pairings(It's actually a gen fic but ok): Tyler Galpin x Xavier Thorpe; Enid Sinclair x OC! Hank Hunter(L/N); Wednesday x her broken-black-heart; Bianca Barclay x Eugene Ottinger

Summary: Tyler lost his master, Tyler decides to go home; and Hank and Wednesday team up to go after him.

Key scenes

Hank Hunter(L/N):

Deal

I'm a monster like yourself (x Tyler Galpin scene; first Hankler interaction)

Anaana (This part's VERY important for the context of You do need a friend)

Toxic pack mentality

Tyler Galpin x Xavier Thorpe:

Summary

In the Woods

Does he know about us?

Author's note: This story revolves around Hank and Tyler's mother's past; Y/N(Timmy, Hank's younger brother) is introduced late in the chapters, which leads us to You do need a friend.

Extra tags: original demon character; inuit character; inuit mythology; inuit demon(Kigatilik)

You do need a friend

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x Selective Mute! Night-elf! Reader; Tyler Galpin x OC! Hank Hunter(L/N)

Summary: You escaped. You ran away from your family, your brother saved you. It was perfect, calm, unlike anything you had ever experienced: you were in Nevermore, nobody really minded you. Your brother, Hank, was the sociable one, and you couldn't be more grateful to him. Until he forced you to meet his goth friend.

Part 1 / Part 2 --- Wednesday revenges you

Part 3 / Part 4 --- She discovers what you are

Part 5 / Part 6 --- Her stalker is now after you, and Wednesday won't let them escape again

Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 --- The nightmares are back; you're being haunted again. And now Wednesday is too.

Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 --- Your past has finally reached you, but Wednesday will not let it take you away (from her)

Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 --- You thought that this was the end: you had lost. You were left behind, and not even Wednesday could save you now. You were back to your family, your escape failed once again; until the Addams show up in town.

Author's note: Both the Lycanthropy Camps, and the L/N family will be developed in this series, along with the reader and Wednesday. I'll write further explanations, one-shots and headcanons if ever requested. (It's not fluff-centered but I can do extra scenes if someone wants)

Extra tags: angst; terror; mystery; german folklore; german demon(Alp); german language; original poetry; Reader is a rocker, tbh; @wol-fica and @i984 said it's Hankler so Hankler it is.

Headcanons

Wednesday Addams x OC! Hank Hunter (L/N)

Wednesday Addams x Selective Mute! Night-elf! Reader

Enid Sinclair x OC! Hank Hunter(L/N)

Tyler Galpin x OC! Hank Hunter(L/N)

OC! Hank Hunter (L/N) x Selective mute! Night-elf! Reader

#wednesday fanfic #wednesday addams #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday x male reader #Hankler #tyler galpin #tyler galpin x xavier thorpe #tylorpe #xavier thorpe #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #eugene ottinger #original demon character #orignal poetry #inuit character #german folklore #ao3 fanfic

[thefacelessmanner]

I don’t think you understand my greed to be loved. My greed to love. If there is one thing i’d give up my whole life for, is to be felt, to touch, to love, to be loved. You don’t understand the banished child in me. You do not understand the child in me that’s still yearning for a sweet caress filled with love in a room alone. you won’t understand, you won’t understand my greed to change the perspective of this yearning child in me.

My greed to be loved, comes with the accomplishment of loneliness. My 10 year old self, is still crying in me. via @thefacelessmanner

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[goneahead]

I just returned perfection, like an unused swimsuit from last summer. And yes, I know messiness has gone out of fashion,   but I secretly crave lopsided cakes and poems that are a little too raw for consumption. I love paintings and writings where the colors go all muddy, and photos and prayers where the horizon tilts drunkenly, and love stories which have one corner forever and ever blurred by an errant finger—

#goneahead poetry #poetry #orignal poetry #poetic stories #TWC poetry

[sagessge]

Wish I could be free

Wish I could be me

Wish I didn't have to hide

"Oh you're so brave" they tell me

Only if I thought that of me

I've been scared for so long

I've been on a run for so long

I've tried for so long

But it never works,I'm stuck in the web I've woven myself

They'd hate me,I think

But the truth is,no one could ever do that more than I did

All I wish is to be free,is to be me

Why is it so hard?

Why is it so suffocating?

Why do I have to lose someone so dear to me for the sake of my own freedom?

This world suffocates me

Where there is hatred is their minds,dirt in their heads,lust in their eyes

I've never felt so alone

Never asked for too much

Just to be loved and left alone

But guess both can't go hand in hand

I'd take the death instead of living in this divided,communal,Blood sucking world

I'd rather die than to ever apologize

I'd rather die than to ever be tied

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[averywritespoetry]

You promised me in the color of devotion that you would mend the burns you scorched onto my skin, so why is it I’m still melting, porcelain, dripping onto your skin, wax covering that hardens when I reach out for you again.

-a.b.

#poets on tumblr #averywritespoetry #poetry #orignal poetry #spilled ink #poems and quotes #beautiful words #heartbroken poetry #heartbreak poetry #rant poem

[lala-xx]

My thoughts flood me. Like how water floods a city after a big storm. Tears run down my face and I feel like the walls are caving in. I feel like I'm being controlled like I'm a puppet and someone is holding the strings. What has become of me? I wanna speak up and be brave. But for some reason I get stopped. It's like I'm being contained and my voice gets locked away and I can't find the key. Maybe it's better this way. If I drain myself and sink far deep into the dark ocean. Never seeing the shore. I'll be okay and I'll drown. Into a deep pain into the abyss. At least the dark will surround me and it will comfort me. For black is the color of my soul feeding me into a dark path of roaring fire. When will this all end? If I keep going up this path will I be in a continuous loop getting nowhere, where there be other paths for me to take, or maybe will there be a road end? What will become of me? I want to find my way. But as the tear drops fall one by one and surround me and my thoughts swirl around me and taunt me I realize I'm falling deeper down in the ocean, deep in the abyss, lost and stuck farther on a path, and I don't know if I'll find my way. But I know it's not over.

#poetry #sad thoughts #sad poem #sad poetry #sadgirl #sad quotes #poemsbyme #orignal poem #poems and poetry #orignal poetry #worried #scaredposting #i’m scared

[bearriepls]

-Colours-

In my eyes, everything has a colour.

I don’t mean the sun is yellow and the grass is green.

I mean I am orange and she is blue.

And although my cat is black, to me, she is a vibrant indigo.

Yes the walls of that room are grey and the ceilings white, but in my eyes, it is also very bright.

Each object painted its own unique colour in my mind. From shades of pink and purple, then teal and pearl white.

And it is not just the objects around me that I see so colourful, but also the words I hear.

Comfort is yellow and Tuesday is blue, Thursday is a forest green and envy is too.

Red is the colour of passion and love and adventure but it is also the same colour of anger and even hardship.

Some may call these auras but to me, they are like personalities.

Don’t bother asking me which colour means which for I have not thought that far along.

All I know is that, in my eyes, everything has a colour.

#poetry #rhyme poetry #orignal poetry #bearriepls

[lipsvipak]

I desperately want someone to be able to see through this almost impenetrable chamber of fake happiness I've slowly built up around myself, I'm forever wishing for even one person to be able to hear my painfully silent cries for help. I want someone to really listen, I want someone to really care, but most of all, I want someone to truly understand... this is no longer any choice of my own, this has completely taken me over, and with all the strength I have inside me fighting to regain control of my own life, this cruel evil monster fights back and pushes taking even more of me than it previously had. With each battle I enter, I leave with a little less of my self, it hurts, it hurts more than anything has even hurt me before, it's a constant pain, a terrifying pain, a deceitful pain. It runs after me, chases after me and when I run into the arms of safety I realise it was all one big game, I'm not safe, there is no safety, only an even greater pain disguising itself as protection, tricking me into running back into its cruel arms. This cycle never ends, and with every repeat, it drains my soul, sucking the life out of me which only strengthens this beast. I cannot win, it tears me apart and leaves me all alone at the bottom of the deepest darkest pit it can find, only to ignite a spark of hope that pulls me in filling my head with the idea that there may still be hope for me, as I get closer and closer, this feeling of hope grows and as soon as I convince myself I can do this, this beautiful light in the darkness pulls off its mask only to reveal that underneath there is an even deeper darkness, and it laughs in my face, it makes jokes about my false hope, about how weak and pathetic I am for even picturing that there is a way I can escape this. It has a hold on me, I'm in its world, a twisted maze that feeds off my pain, and what's even worse, it has trained me to only be able to find any sort of peace or comfort within it's wicked walls.

This is how I live. This is how my poison has become my medicine. This is living on ice.

#addiction #always alone #pick your poison #first time sharing #this is me #no control #ice #methamphematine #daily life #orignal poetry #©️

[captainwaffles]

The beauty of a thunderstorm

The rain falls like stones

The sound rattles the windows

And fills the empty space in my chest

The world stands still as the heavens cry

The anger of the world comes from inside

A fresh breath, washed anew

And I’m sitting here watching it with you

I’d walk across the beaten path

To touch your sweet hands again

And face the gods wrath

Scary, terrifying, omnious

Beautiful, sweet, warm

A hot summers night

A chilly spring day

The storm rages on

In you and me

The boom of drum

The flicker of a light

The drumming like a thousand soldiers marching

Together we dance like stolen light

To spirits thrown a drift

But on a night like this

Dirty becomes clean and

old becomes young once again

#sounds better in my head probably #captainwaffles #orignal poetry #poem #thunderstorm #nature poem #love poem

[evyonagray]

Manifesting Her

I want you on my lips,

I want you in my heart,

Between my thighs,

I want you in my bed, snoozing the alarm and

Pulling me closer to you.

I want the quiet mornings

When neither of us leaves our bed,

The lazy afternoons

Where we cook lunch together

And all those game nights

Where we hit replay until you win,

You are a sore loser, my love, don't you even try to deny it.

– Evyona Gray

#lesbian #wlw love #sapphic #wlw #orignal poetry #writers on tumblr #female writers #writeblr #writers and poets #poetry #poets of tumblr #poets on tumblr #^ also inspired my by ocs

[thatgayhippie]

Meet me in the morning, I would love you so full it would bring the sun to its knees.

#quotes #by me #orignal poetry #poetry #poets of tumblr

[teacupthief]

Lucky little bug

You squeezed yourself through the small crack

In between me and the door

In the few minuscule moments

That it existed

But no moment is truly minuscule, is it?

Clever little bug

I blow wind towards your small body

Gently…gently…

So as to not scare you away

Your antennas spike up like the hair on the back of my neck

We are aware of each other, aren’t we?

Little bug friend

You and I are worlds apart

Yet still somehow connected

How do I enter your world

The world that exists

Inside the small cracks of time

Is it possible for I, who is so uselessly big, to join you there?

Oh little bug friend

Teach me, please

How to live in the world

That exists in the moments

Between an open

And closed door

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[notesfromthequotidian]

Ordinary Things

You start with a spark that leaps

from your hands to ignite

dry grass to become a crown

of searing tongues. When I

was eight I burnt down a field

in Fort St. John of dry grass

and an abandoned house. I stood

(small, anonymous fire-starter)

among the townspeople to witness

-its breath scorching our faces-

the brilliant beast thrashing

the sky as it fought the men

who came to put it down.

I'd conjured Dragon with match,

mere paper and dry grass. After that

there were no ordinary things.

-Rodney DeCroo

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