#poem ish

[1ts0kn0ttobeok]

I even know what to title this

I want a future. I want to be an anthropologist. I want to live in New York City with one of my closest friends. I want to work in a museum. I want to be seen as a man. I want to look in the mirror and see the person I want to be staring back at me. I want all these things and more but it all feels out of reach. Maybe if I wish upon a star and hope that I get a chance but until then I will be here. Crumbling inside myself and wondering what my future will be. Hoping and wishing on every star that someday I will be me.

#vent post #poem ish #I am sad

[antigerrymanderingspiderman]

there’s a look back time in our love letters, how much do we change in the days of transit

#poetry #poem ish #look back time

[lines-from-noelle]

you remind me of the sun and sitting in puddles together,

with water reaching my shoulders; it’s made of memories and pollen.

the nostalgia is warm and sweet,

but the pollen makes it annoying to remember.

it’s all what was left behind anyways: the pollen that taints the echoes.

and when i stand to leave what was once our puddle,

i’m somehow dry, but so are you.

and you remind me of the stars now that we see in the sky.

and maybe it was time to say goodnight to the stars.

. . .

goodnight to the stars, i love you.

i miss you

#writeblr #drabble #poem ish #poem #based on a playlist from my spotify #is this spilled ink? #spilled ink #ill probably redo this later to make it rhyme every other line

[eclipsing-sun]

S w e e t l o v e ,

d o y o u h e a r t h e s o n g s o f t h e b i r d s n o w ?

S w e e t d o v e ,

d o y o u s i n g w i t h m e r r i m e n t a n d g l e e ?

I n y o u r s o n g s I h e a r

A t o n e o f m e l a n c h o l y

A s t h e s y m p h o n y p l a y s

T h e d a y s g o b y

B u t y o u r e m a i n t h e s a m e

Y o u r s l e e p i n g s l u m b e r

I n w h i c h y o u ' l l n e v e r w a k e

P r e s e r v e s y o u r b e a u t y

B u t u l t i m a t e l y s e a l s y o u r f a t e

#blue text #poem ish

[bubbbeleh]

taking the train in germany will never not be a weird experience.

i’m traveling in the direction of the concentration camp sachsenhausen, but like a rabbi told me, i have a ticket back and a seat.

i want to put my feet up, take up all of the space and get the seat a bit dirty. i have a right to be here. i have a seat and a ticket back.

#tw shoah #tw concentration camp mention #sachsenhausen #eden talks #personal #poem ish

[kneehighrainbowsocks]

sitting on the steps to hell sobbing the clown makeup off my face

#emo #current mood #poem ish #clowncore #sad boi hours

[coolboyzone420]

Mom

Do you hear me screaming? Trying to reach out?

Or have you finally learned to tune me out?

Am i too old for comfort? Did i grow out off your lap?

Or did you find someone else youd rather hold?

Or is it you who grew up?

Do i not fit in your new life?

#poem ish #mommy issues #my poerty #Help

[amestilskin]

Happy birthday to the woman I'll never talk to.

The one who would yell at me over small things.

The one who picked favorites.

The one who openly expressed that she didn't like my friends.

The one who wished I was dating a Christian.

The one who not only berated me, but my siblings, too.

The one who would get mad at me for proving her wrong.

The one who couldn't bring in any real income after getting married.

The one who tried way too hard to look like a good person.

The one who refused to explain anything to me.

The one became even more harsh and changed all of the rules after being baptized.

The one who tried to get me to do impossible tasks, but had a visible look of defeat should I complete everything on time.

The one who tried to guilt trip and gaslight me after I moved out when I was 16. God forbid I become my own person.

The one who taught me at a young age that expressing my emotions was a bad thing.

The one who's emotionally immature.

The one who would become spiteful, and hateful to those who didn't bend to her will.

The one who never quite said, but rather showed that she didn't approve of my fiancé.

The one who nearly fucked me over in high school.

The one who lied to my dad about moving.

The one who starts drama.

The one who hated everything I was interested in, such as drawing, manga/anime, Neopets, the idea of letting me paint my bedroom.

The one who convinced me to abandon the things that brought me comfort.

The one who was aware that I had a storage unit, and became upset when I told her that I had already moved my things across town.

The one who was supposed to be my mother.

You are not the kind of mother who protects her children.

Is this a poem? Not intentionally. I forgot what today's date is. December 14. I was reminded by my aunt, who posted a recent picture of herself and my so-called mom.

Do I resent her? Very much so. But this is partly why I'm in therapy. I'm learning to heal and to move on.

Happy birthday to my disowned mother.

#poem ish #delete later #writing #venting #narcissistic mom #surviving narcissism

[pheonix-thefirebird]

#rumi #poetry #love poems #romance #quotes #literature #poem ish #wisdom #lovers #love poetry #rumi poetry #poets corner #inspired

[aswho1estuff]

Stars/Nights/Skys

poem-!$|n

From the counter I peer around,

Finally finding her,

The girl hung in the stars of my eyes,

with the stars in her eyes,

Ever day a new color to express her mood,

Blue, purple, red, even lagoon

Today it’s white,

Maybe it’s something in the moon,

White stars in her face complements her base,

As deep as the night sky,

When nones wide awake,

Eveynight I come to the cliff,

About a mile away,

To feel the moon smile upon my fate,

In love with the moon goddess,

How I’ve been graced.

#poems on tumblr #poems #poemsaboutlove #poem #poetry #short poetry #short poem #love aesthetic #black girl #moodboard #moon aesthetic #black reader #short story #poem ish #poem-!$|n #black girl moodboard #poetry about black girls

[crowsdiaryofbrokenhearts]

Rebellion

I choose you as my rebellion. I don't care about love, or about commitment. I can't do either of them. If there's only lust between us, let it only be lust. But you are my chosen rebellion.

My suffocation becomes bearable when your lips are on mine. This is not love, maybe it never will. But when your hands are on my body, I forget for a second about the perfect image I have worked so hard to build.

Undo me. My rebellion. Let me drown in passion. Let me break away from the path that feels so long. Let me stare at the roses, take a break.

If it ends tomorrow, I don't care, I have marked my path to liberation. When you're gone from my side, I won't care. You've given me liberty, and I won't hold back from tasting it again, even if it doesn't come from your lips. Even if it doesn't come from any lips at all.

This is my life. You are my first rebellious act. My first secret. The one that happens at night, on stolen minutes. The one I don't dare talk too much about.

Let me be messy, and free. Let me sloppily forget about the worries that I will drown in when I leave you behind. You are a pause. A moment. And I'm someone who had wished for a pause for years. Who knew I would find it in your mouth?

#love #him #love quote #diary #poem ish #poem #poets on tumblr #poetry #poems and quotes #if your read this fuck you

[antigerrymanderingspiderman]

there’s a booth at the place where i work right next to the window,

the plastic red and white table cloth is faded orange from the sun,

there’s a girl about my age that’s only a few months older but people acts like she’s a full adult,

at first i said it was because she talks differently, talks older, but now i think maybe she’s just a bitch,

rude unnecessary, acting like im stupid, and i can tell she feels power over me, even if she can’t,

i can tell she thinks she’s better than me, acting like she would’ve bullied me in grade seven,

there’s an older girl who i didn’t like at first, i thought she was too much,

the first few shifts a worked with her i saw her crying multiple times, it seemed a bit odd to me, but i think i get it now,

i think i get it now as i wipe down a table doing more work than i should,

i think i get it now, as i’ve been there for a few weeks and i still feel so often like i don’t know what im doing,

i think i get it now as the girl my age snaps at me like im incompetent,

i think i get it while i have to ask so many questions,

i think i get it as a come home spelling like sweat, dr pepper, and lemonade

#also poetry #poem ish

[traumacorevomit]

I am a picture perfect show house.

But don't open the closets, don't look in the drawers, don't ask what's in the walls or under the layers of magnolia paint.

It's rot, disease and everything I wish would JUST STAY DEAD

#traumacore #vent blog #traumatised and tired #actually bipolar #i am a house #rot #bury me #im so tired #kill me #put me down #im done #poem ish

[pitbullwithapen]

"It's not quite what I thought it'd be"

"No? What's different?"

"There are people here"

#dialogue ideas #idk #poem ish #prose

[knowledgevariabledarcy]

#poem i guess #poem i wrote #poem ish #poem idea #poem #Youtube

[rrrgggbbb]

Pacmancore .. eaten cheese.. on the shore.. second seen

#vauge posting #Poem ish