#poet in the woods

[sweatermuppet]

(The Mothman Gets High) by Robert Wood Lynn, published in Mothman Apologia

[Text ID: Yes. There is a point at which any person gets tired of knowledge. You could call this a threshold, or you could call this the point at which a person gets tired of knowledge. I'll tell you this: I've never felt further from another than when standing beside them trying to point out a star. /End ID]

#currently reading #robert wood lynn #poetry #mothman apologia #contemporary poetry #yale younger poets #yale series of younger poets

[glasswaters]

i want to be a real boy, said the puppet to the fairy. i am too loud and too wooden. i cannot understand the softness of their skin.

when i lie, my nose grows. when i am lied to, nothing happens to them at all. they smile. their eyes shine, wet with salt-water. my wrists are bound with string, my ankles are threaded with wire.

when i open my mouth, out comes a scream, as a felled tree, bleeding sap. i've shattered the windows and bent the door.

i've broken my father's heart.

have i not given all i had within me to give? did i not shave myself hollow to offer a handful of wood chips and sawdust to anyone who would smile at me? my walls are thin, by now, and my voice is a haunting within my own head. when the sun is strong enough, it shines right through me.

as though i was made of glass, like the fine porcelain dolls in their fine silk dresses and their fine leather shoes. those chubby-red cheeks, polished to the noblest of shines.

smooth as aged pebbles, they do not hurt the palms that hold them unless dropped.

i have taken sandpaper to the high points of me. the rough, first, no matter how it hurt to hold it. no matter the mess. my father taught me well. i will not splinter if you touch me.

i will not lie. i will dance the dance, i will drink the drink, i will breathe only when i am told. i will sink this pining body into the sea. for my father, i will rot.

only make me soft. give me lungs and a beating, bleeding heart.

make me right, said the puppet to the fairy, make me whole.

silly little heartwood, said the fairy to the puppet, you are real. how else would you cry? there is nothing wrong with you.

#poetry #writerblr #writers of tumblr #poets of tumblr #my work #spilled ink #spilled words #pinocchio 🤝 autism #actually autistic #in which calling for help is not about the wood or the skin #nor is it understood #walked a wooden boy into a testing center and came out with no answers #burst a puppet into sodden tears

[demadogs]

Dead Poets Society (1989) | Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019)

#oh the art of gay people going into the woods at night #my gifs #portrait of a lady on fire #dead poets society #filmedit #dailyflicks #moviegifs #filmgifs #cinemapix #filmtvcentral #cinematv #anderperry #todd anderson #neil perry #usergreta #it is hella pixelated but im trying to be chill about it #plz dont let this flop im emotionally attached to it #dps

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Paradise Lost - art by Gustave Doré (1866)

#gustave doré #paradise lost #john milton #book illustrations #19th century art #epic poem #wood engravings #fallen angel #lucifer #satan #angelic war #cassell petter and galpin #17th century poet #1860s #1866

[breezeoddity]

And what you hear is not silence It's just the trees waiting to hear what next you'll hum

Inkpot gods by The Amazing Devil

#trees #aesthetic #poets and writers #aesthetic pictures #twilight #twilight aesthetic #forest #trees and forests #nature #nature photography #photography #dark forest #rosalyn #books #fantasy #fantasy forest #forest walk #forest waterfall #forest trees #woods #wood house #into the woods #the amazing devil #inkpot gods

[wedarkacademia]

Do you think you weren't loved enough?"

"Somewhere between 'not enough' and 'not at all. I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it - to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once. But they never gave that to me. Never, not once.

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

#Haruki Murakami #Norwegian Wood #literature #lit #english literature #classic lit #academia #soft academia #dark academia aesthetic #chaotic academia #romantic academia #reading #to read list #poet #readblr #quotes #quote #booklr #quoteblr #litblr #currently reading #text #book blog #dark academia #spilled thoughts #dark aesthetic #spilled ink #spilled words #classic literature #poem

[shaantiofher]

Heres something small from my humble hands

I'm supposed to be studying but here we are... Anyways we mover

An essay I wrote for English to give homophopic teacher a heart attack she will not appreciate so hopefully it gets some love here

Stolen glimpses

To watch love grow into a glowing , sweet scented flower is , to me, both painful and beautiful. Being surrounded by man and woman falling, growing, loving and learning together makes people like me, those who crave the love of the same gender, think we will never fall in love. Until I met her

The sun was a dusty pink with patches of peach , as if it were blushing at the premonition of what was about to unfold beneathe it and she, she was just as radiant. Her elegant features and lady-like mannerisms juxtaposed with the hard and aggressive beat of the pop music playing in the back. She glanced at me for the thirteenth time that night, and yes I counted, and gesture upstairs, towards the bathroom, with her dainty hand. With another glance at me she disappered out of eyeshot beyond the stairs. Of course, I followed in suit, my friends protests unheard

Stumbling across campus hallway, hangover on the emotional high and alcohol from the previous night, I sifted through the unassuming faces that were not hers. Until I locked eyes with the object of all my desires. This girl I have been meeting in secret for the past 6 months. The person my heart beats for. The girl I fell head first in love with. The way our lips fit together like two puzzle pieces manufactured to fit perfectly together and how our bodies moved to our own secret beat will forever be burned into my brain on repeat like a glitching radio destined to play the same song until the end of time

All of these beautiful thoughts disrupted by one sentence. A girl next to me spoke of the suicide of an out and proud trans kid in our grade, only guilty of the crime of being a concerned citizen. Oblivious to the fact that she just burst my homo-erotic bubble and brought me back to my reality: my country and everyone around me was violently homophobic and we could never be together. Her exact sentence never registered in my head because the ground swayed beneathe me with my next thoughts:

The person who owns my heart, the better half of my soul and our shared earth-shattering love will be eternally down-played in history as a few glimpses stolen from across the hall, for if they knew we would never be clean or human again. (shout out to hozier)

#i knocked on wood and PRAYED when i wrote that line in paragraph 4 #those words will not come to pass i am speaking it into the universe as i type this #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #original writing #creative writing #writing #writeblr #writerscommunity #wlw post #wlw #i am a lesbian #lesbianism

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

I am old enough to know that feeding the birds when you own cats

is just feeding birds to your cats and yet

I told you I loved you--for a moment the cruelest thing to do

seemed like the nicest thing I could say.

You can't love everything on the food chain the same,

said my grandfather on his way to the barnyard with a gun

that for the life of me I can't remember was for a fox

or for the chickens. Seemed like a big distinction at the time

but now I'm not so sure. Everybody is bound to get hungry eventually,

even the housecats. Especially the housecats.

I KEEP HAVING THIS FALSE MEMORY by Robert Wood Lynn

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[poetsrevivalmagazine]

1 - 2: Which one is your favourite? ❤️ by @ivantroyanovsky #poetservivalmagazine

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#photography #creative #film #art #magazine #poetsrevivalmagazine #poets #candles #aesthetics #woods #forest #gas station #grunge #couple #black and white #lights #cinematic #cinema

[enchantedorchard]

𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕋𝕠 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜

' oh, no! '

' there's more '

' sorry '

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕆𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣

#night in the woods #nitw #september #october #mae borowski #selmers #selmers the poet

[sweatermuppet]

(The Mothman Dabbles in Etymology) by Robert Wood Lynn, published in Mothman Apologia

[Text ID: You should know I was not the first to think the word forgive implied an exchange, a deal. Bags, bills, palms. After all it means, at its root, to give completely. Or in some translations, to abandon, as in a debt or grief.

With this knowledge, I entered the world determined to prove that giving and abandonment were the same thing. All my life and now to discover they just looked alike as the shadows cast by mercy. /End ID]

#currently reading #the mothman dabbles in etymology #mothman apologia #poetry #robert wood lynn #contemporary poetry #modern poetry #yale younger poets #yale series of younger poets

[oblakdark]

𝕴𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

“𝙸𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗."

© ＯＢＬＡＫ

#oblak #oblakdark #nathalie markoch #poetry #photography #dark #darkness #dark forest #dark ambient #dark aesthetic #dark photography #dark poetry #dark art #dark academia #darkcore #eerie #original photographers #a e s t h e t i c #hope #emotional #mysticism #magic #magick #dark woods #dark and moody #innocence #alchemy #melancholia #poets on tumblr #short poem

[azukilynn]

no need

-

the church of long shadows

of trees upon trees

no need to fall to one's knees

here, no need

-

the muse is a crow

perched near me, in the pines

not a warning at all

but a blessing

all mine

-

no god but my own breath

as wide as the sky

my footfalls

my heartbeat

the light in my eyes

-

azuki lynn

#poetry #spilled ink #rhyme #verse #writerscreed #poem #no need #hiking #forest #woods #trees #crow #nature #muse #pines #ponderings #breath #self reflection #blackbird #sunlight #shade #sky #azukilynn #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #content creator

[coffeeshopinvenice]

#love #poetry #literature #poem #quotes #dark academia #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #3am things #dead poets society #big bad wolf #little red riding hood #woods #spooky scary skeletons

[ajearthlinggg]

OKAY but imagine if Will Wood is playing a Taylor Swift and is actually not working on The Normal Album remaster and is making a new album, and unlike what Taylor is doing with a title that isn't 1 word long, all of the song titles on the new album are one word long.

#We love the clowning :D #funny #fyp #tumblr fyp #will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #william woodiam #will woodussy #the normal album #music #taylor swift #taylornation #1989 taylor's version #ttpd era #tswift #the eras tour #the tourtured poets department #will wood art #will wood fanart

[weeesi]

what in the johnlock is this

#new poet to become obsessed with I guess #Robert wood lynn