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#poetry about autumn
ninasdrafts · 7 months
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My coffee's getting cold. I've been staring out of the window, watching the people pass me by, searching for your face in a sea of strangers. Meet me here next year in October, you said. "I'll be better." "I'll know what I want." "I'll come back to you." While I kept this phrase, this promise, close to my heart, you forgot about it. While I've been counting down the days ever since summer's faded, ever since the sun's begun to set sooner in the evening, you never seemed to care that you gave me hope. That you gave me strength to hold on to this illusion, this pathetic scenario of falling like the leaves do. I've been walking past this coffee shop every day, not sure when you'd show up. If you'd show up at all, if it's today or in two weeks. I believed that eventually you would come back to what you need. I thought the time for running was over. Did you ever learn to stand still, to settle? Did you learn to enjoy the certainty of stagnation, the peace that only comes with knowing you can go back home whenever you've lost your way? I want to be mad at you, but I can't be. You filled me up with promises until I couldn't breathe, but I draw the line at calling you out for being scared. I swore I would never do that. We can't help what life and circumstance shapes us into. They're turning off the lights. The waitress asks me if I'm okay, if I want to take my coffee home. I tell her I'll be back tomorrow, same place, same time. She shoots me an encouraging smile, but I can tell she thinks I'm a lost cause. I hope tomorrow will be the day you remember last fall.
last fall / n.j.
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tanyaluca · 7 months
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Olive Tree...
Tanya Luca
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tansdiary · 8 months
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the moon's ethereal but a haunting sight today.
—september three, twenty twenty three
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susanomalis · 7 months
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when your hand
reaches my waist for the first time
pulling me closer to you
and our skin touches
and i could hear nothing but your breath
and i could see nothing but your eye
you hypnotize me
and suddenly i feel like i am weightless
and i burst
and i’m high
and suddenly without realizing it
i am up in cloud nine
- your charm blinds me
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tavina-writes · 5 months
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i find it extremely funny that we (mxtx fandoms in general but mdzs especially) will get into huge shouting matches about timelines and research and accuracy and meanwhile she was like "the death of the nie bros' dad, an event extremely important to explaining the buildup to the war that affected literally every single member of the cast, could have happened anywhere in these five whole-ass years" and "yeah they totally had potatoes don't worry about it lol". truly airplane was an autobiographical character.
You know nonny, I DO find this intensely funny at times. My uh, main source of "shaking my head at this" happens when inevitably, meta goes around and we rush back and forth going "X WAS A GOOD PERSON" and "X WAS EVIL! EVIL!" etc, which happens every now and again and always makes me a bit like "ah, yes, it's difficult to convey nuance and also differing points of view that may in whole or in part also be legitimate and valuable to discuss on a place like tumblr/the internet in general because it is difficult to grapple with uncertainties and we often want to nail things down one way or another so we can figure out if we're right or not" <- but this often comes out as me writing a joke post. Or a saltier post than I intended. Sometimes because I'm tired and sometimes because I just happen to be a salty individual on main.
And I do think fandom is a place where like, multiple interpretations of an event or a statement or a character's "morality" and themes and choices are often equally valid. And fandom should be a place for that, that's what makes fandom fun. If there was a One True Interpretation of the text there'd be no need for interpreting text at all, and that's distinctly sad for me. That's no fun. Anyone who tries to use their knowledge to cudgel people into the One True Interpretation is wrong, btw.
Though I think, and here's where I feel that research and accuracy is a nuanced thing and should actually be of consideration for meta/fic/engaging with fandom in general, and why perhaps people strive for it -- the "lol, potatoes" and "poetry from whatever era I want" is fun! MXTX, however, is still writing about a fantasy version of her own culture, which offers along with it a foundational basis of knowledge that makes this...easier? And again, here's where the part of me that does enjoy these anachronisms and inaccuracies (because they're fun and since we have flying swords why not potatoes) wars with the part of me that's also like, "okay but there is a difference between 'not knowing enough to be respectful of the background surrounding the characters and why that might inform their actions' and 'I've decided that peppers, which did not exist in Eurasia prior to the Columbian Exchange are a big thing here now.'" The difference is respect. Different members of fandom will draw this line in different places and it hits different on different days.
And this is one of the struggles of engaging with foreign language media a lot of the time - we try to strike a balance between engaging with it based on our own experiences and backgrounds and not accidentally saying anything offensive or strange or 'that would totally never happen' or 'he would not fucking talk like that' and I've found, with my time in this fandom, most people who are concerned with accuracy and research are largely trying to be respectful and avoid such gaffes.
Over the two or so years I've been here, I've also reacted to people who've insisted their interpretation is the correct one when it was definitely a case of 'the version Chinese culture that I'm familiar with 200% does not work like that', and saltily wandered off to vent about how 'this is inaccurate and also rude' or try to explain why it wouldn't happen like that. Maybe this comes off as preachy at times, or overly concerned with "accuracy," but that is typically where that sort of reaction comes from for me. I expect this is probably true for other people as well!
And by no means like, do we only engage in fandom because we want to be educated or educate others, and by no means is that an obligation of any fic writer or meta writer or casual fandom goer. We engage with media because it engages us, and we engage with fandom because we love community, and sometimes its no more complex than that.
I enjoy research and art history so that's typically why this appears in my fic, and I started out on doing it to better connect with my own heritage, which I've found more important to me as I've gotten older, so that's where it comes from for me.
Apologies nonny, this was probably not the answer you were looking for and I do commiserate, I'm just chronically unable to be funny on main. 😔
TLDR: there's always nuance in everything unfortunately. Even if this is the no nuance webbed site.
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typewriter-worries · 2 years
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Every October it becomes important, no, necessary to see the leaves turning, to be surrounded by leaves turning;
Leaves, Lloyd Schwartz 
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i was not put on this earth to face the horrors of the human existence, i was made to learn about bugs and read sylvia plath and write poetry on autumn mornings
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wickedcriminal · 1 year
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fairydrowning · 2 years
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AUTUMN.
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ludocorradino · 7 months
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fading away has never been so sweet
One could have even been able to walk trough me, for I was the mere ghost of someone so unknown to myself.
And I tried, perhaps too hard, to fill me up with something — everything — yet, there must have been a hole in me, too big, a leak somewhere: I could never seem to hold onto anything; this too has had to be the reason why no one was ever able to hold onto to me.
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bittersweetresilience · 3 months
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i'm not really one to post snippets but... you know, since i'm unlikely to publish any of this anyway... i was going back through my fics and i am thoroughly charmed by how much i forgot i wrote. in about two minutes i'm going to forget i'm a fine writer and i enjoy my work again but for now i'm riding the high... such is life
#i'm particularly pleased with the second one because i remember writing the entire fic in a twenty minute sprint and assuming it sucked and#never looking at it again. but it's fine surprisingly. third one is the same i got a lot done that day#having a lot of writing experience is really just accumulating a bunch of similes and metaphors you can whip out easily and knowing how to#balance action narration internal external observation feeling without thinking. maybe writing poetry helps. i really like rhythm and flow#and making sentences end in a way where if you read them aloud it's almost like they're rhyming#i'm not trying to praise myself i'm just thinking#but you know what? i should praise myself. good job sunny#you did it. you're happy with your work again. you stopped having the crazy unhealthy social media feelings#you are comfortable with yourself even with everything that's happened and everything you're still afraid of a little bit#and you never stopped writing about murder and insane unshowable things 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏#everything is going to be okay i love ME and AUTUMN and MOONIE#wow i'm really just rambling to myself in the tags of a post where i feel good about myself 🤣 how cringe. how silly#but i will be cringe forever and weird and shedding the skin of my shame 😌#i'm also listening to kurzgesagt soundtracks right now and thinking about the vastness of the universe#and how small i am and how none of this really matters and yet it's so beautiful and that just has me feeling some kind of way#🌃#miraculous ladybug#ml fanfic
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using-this-as-a-diary · 8 months
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the oppressive heat of a dying summer,
cows lazily grazing,
the fields passing by the train window,
my tshirt sticking to my back,
a bottle of water and crisps in my bag,
towels hanging,
clothes just drying,
mountains all green
and countryside welcome me home
as i leave behind the city,
the regular commuters with their
phone calls, their emails and their business meetings.
and i leave behind the scorching footpath,
the love of my life
for a lonelier, smaller existence in the shadow of a couple dozen trees
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tanyaluca · 7 months
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Hello Autumn...
Tanya Luca
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thelibraryiscool · 2 years
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       A springful of larks in a rolling Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling        Blackbirds and the sun of October                       Summery                On the hill’s shoulder, Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly Come in the morning where I wandered and listened                To the rain wringing                       Wind blow cold         In the wood faraway under me.
-- from “Poem in October” by Dylan Thomas
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susanomalis · 6 months
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Reel me in with your make-believes and drown me in your pool of lies. I hate that I love your sinful lullabies so much I am willing to die for it.
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astersugar · 4 months
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today -- december 19, 2023 -- my heart aches as i drive past trees with turning and falling leaves rather than barren branches
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