The tide
The breeze
Sand beneath our feet
I take a moment to look at the sun
I look back and youre gone
I turn towards the sun and continue to walk the shore.
Even thought you're gone your mark is still in the sand
Just as it will be forever in my heart
~Leo
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Beauty/Death
You smile at the deer eating grass by the underpass
you smile at the dead ones on the highway too
Beauty does not stop at death to you.
4/9/24 via @cassiopoet
art is mine :]
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wait guys one time i was really in love with this guy (still am tbh and i haven’t seen him in 6 months) and i just remembered one time i wrote a poem about how he is the sun and i was just thinking today about him and i had the aha moment of realizing that he is the james to my regulus.
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Ribbons and Stars
He shined for her and she tied him together
For when she was down and he was falling apart
He loved the stars because it reminds him of her
And she loved the ribbon because he gave them to her
“Return my ribbon” she chided, chasing him
“You have my stars, therefore I shall have your bow” he replied, running
For their love burnt as fiery as her bow and as bright as his stars
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THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT? TAYLOR?
(marauders coded to the very T, sorry someone had to say it and it had to be me)
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Regulus in the slytherin dorms, circa 1976/4th year
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“Let me die like a rockstar
And be a teenager
But too many people expect of me
So I’ll die normally like the good girl I am.”
-Bree Murillo, Chapters of a Teenage Girl
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jegulus coded mini poems !! (part 1)
'oxygen'
i’ll drag you out of the water
cause I know you can’t breathe
oxygen is failing
you and me
'we aren't soulless, we collide' - (verse 4)
you know we aren’t soulless creatures
we’re destined to collide
tell me your darkest secrets
i promise i’ll keep them inside
even if our time comes to an end
i will have been somewhere to rest your head
'oh, moonlight' - (verse 1)
you’re perfectly imperfect
and i want to run my hands right through you
hold your heart and hold your soul
until you know my words are true
'lessons in understanding' - (verse 3)
leave my heart in its wire cage
maybe you know what’s best
maybe it’s safer at our age
maybe we just lay it all to rest
set my heart out in the cold
light a match and watch it burn
i can’t love what i can’t hold
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- Parallels
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I decided I'll put the poetry anyway because why not, even if nobody asked for it. This is called Ocean Blue.
These rambling words I give to you
To your eyes, a deep and ocean blue.
To find their home inside your heart.
It's thrusting beats, sound just like art.
Not that I know what to write,
The paper lies before me;blank and white.
I think of your eyes.
Dark and blue and full of lies.
Of frozen nights, under the stars
The ground beneath us cold and hard.
Of whispered words, of "I love you"
Beside the ocean, dark and blue.
These memories, you and me,
Make me smile, and I cry with glee.
I shouldn't love you, I know that now,
But somehow, I know not how,
You have taken my heart.
And if you haven't ran far away with it yet,
I assure you, you have a headstart.
My heart, my love, I give to you,
You with the eyes of ocean blue.
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They say live while youre young
What is the definition of young?
There is always someone older even by a second
And the second you turn 18
They say "grow up your an adult"
You are still a teen
It may seem mean
Your age doesn't affect what you love
If your 80 and want too go to the zoo and drink Capri-sun's?
Enjoy your youth
Growing up doesn't mean be more responsible and do what you need too
We'd do that anyway
In their definition
Growing up is diminishing your shine
~Leo
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The Fear
“I am afraid I will love you forever
and we will never be in the same room again.”
- The Fear, Clementine von Radics
illustrated by me
4/6/24
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OMG, if this quote isnt jegulus ,then I dont know what is
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Regulus Black would so write poetry.
It would only happen every so often (he would be too embarrassed to admit he did it and only turned to his writing at his most desperate times). It would happen quietly and in the dark. With his mind racing and emotions flying through the walls, he would storm into his bed and wandlessly draw the curtains closed, hand automatically reaching under his pillow for the battered leather bound journal.
It would come naturally and the minute the ink hit the paper, the most incredible, heart wrenching, love tragic poems would pour out.
And 20 years later when everything worked out for him and he was living with the love of his life, James would find the journal tucked away in an old box. James knew he shouldn’t read it but can you blame him? What he didn’t expect however- was pages of pages of pure sonnets about Regulus’ love for James and how badly he wanted- needed- him. Regulus would walk in just as James closed the book, tears still streaming from his eyes and more in love than he may possibly has every been. Regulus would stand there stunned for atleast 2 minutes, both of them staring at eachother wordlessly. And with a beat, Regulus’ eyes narrowed, “Well… Don’t let it get to your head or anything, wanker”.
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