#poetry about past

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

a greater goode (2002) - amy schor ferris

"boy rejoice" "boy you want some presents"

(happy holidays everyone stay safe stay merry)

#i have watched so many german expressionism movies #in the past month #that im having nightmares about them #its so bad #anyway my favs are orlacs hände #and dr caligari #i love conrad veidt #blackout poetry #blackout poem #author #book #poetry

[fairydrowning]

And if you missed a day, there was always the next,

and if you missed a year, it didn’t matter,

the hills weren’t going anywhere,

the thyme and rosemary kept coming back,

the sun kept rising, the bushes kept bearing fruit—

– Sunrise, by Louise Glück

#it didn't matter #forget about your past and just focus at present things #also yesterday was my last exam haha and all my exams went so well and i slayed #dark academia #light academia #excerpts #fragments #poetry #books & libraries #dark academism #light academism #words #classic literature #literature quotes #sunrise #dark academia literature #quotations #peoms

[aurevives]

— Aure Vives, from ‘km ⇢ xo’

#for eimi #this was about ldr but that’s in the past. perhaps now it’s about our skeletons holding hands #poetry #my poetry #original poem #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #spilled poetry #lovecore #love poem #love poetry #original poetry #poem #my poem #poems on tumblr #love

[rubarb69]

I feel like an npc.

Lounging around my designated area (my couch)

Doing my designated task (watching tv)

Simply awaiting a mission (going to get pizza)

#npc #video games #poetry #is this anything? #depersonalization #in one of those “look at the past” moods #thinking about that jreg song #as much as i hate jreg #its catylist of the past as silly as that sounds #horrible fandom #horrible people #i love them deeply

[sfsolstice]

i glance in the pool of algae,

and i reflect back to me

an image like narcissus, but

who i see is murky green

with a darkness underneath

eyes— a violent sea—

not due to the sprigs and leaves

or all that dirt and all the bees

that have drowned in it like me—

in another life, another time—

but only because who i see

is not who i know myself to be,

suddenly awash with a horrid wish

to be nobody.

#poets on tumblr #poets of tumblr #poets corner #poets community #spilled poetry #spilled ink #original poem #poem #poetry #sfsolstice #just about summarizes what my self concept has been like the past few weeks yep #i hope i get out of this funk soon

[oldshrewsburyian]

I've reached "The King of the Golden Hall" in my LOTR reread, and I am obsessed with the way the entire chapter circles around history and memory and narrative.

#the two towers #lotr lent #aragorn translating poetry! tapestries telling history! people telling different versions of the recent past! yeah! #j.r.r. tolkien #was having the MOST fun with medievalism always #lotr #also people telling aragorn that he is an ancient legend #aragorn: i'm also standing right here; what are you going to do about that?

[thesundanceghost]

Excerpt from Minnie Bruce Pratt's "All The Women Caught in Flaring Light"

#ive been thinking about this poem all week and wondering how i'd track it down again #and then i opened by bookmarks and thank you past me for saving it #please read the whole thing its wonderful-- just felt annoying to post the whole thing on here #poetry #minnie bruce pratt #queer poetry #butch stuff #lesbian poetry

[disbarredgoose0]

The Kiss.

#wikipedia poem #poetry #writing #i posted this in the past and later deleted it #because i got pretty insecure about it #i felt like it wasn't quite right #but i saved it on my computer regardless cause i still wanted to keep it even if it felt imperfect #but having come back to it and reread it later #feeling less insecure and looking at it a little more clearly #no ya i think i like it #one of the other poems i did also took from entropy #timeline of the far future to be exact #but i don't mind

[albertbreasker]

You'll never recover from that kind of devotion.

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THREE OF SWORDS: Red Lights : Vatican, Aishy / Night and Day, Virginia Woolf / Vintage Alexander McQueen / Pomegranates, Png-magician / Could Never Be Heaven, Brand New / Nineteen Minutes, Jodi Picoult / Blasted, Sarah Kane / Hearts, Wherewolf / Jack Krauser's Knife, Resident Evil / Dagger, Naturom--demonto / It's Just Us Now, Sleigh Bells / For A Good Boy, Missilecrashedtoearth / Rosary, Png-magician / Hannibal PNGs Pt 2, Snailspng

TEN OF SWORDS: Cinemas, Sylvia Ballhause / White Is for Witching, Helen Oyeyemi / Hearts, Wherewolf / Scissors, Weirdpngs / cut, Caitlyn Siehl / Roses, Unknown / I AM SORRY FOR WHAT I HAVE DONE, Brad Rohloff / Black Pear Tree, The Mountain Goats / I hope its us, Stinkytofubaby / Pomegranates, Blacksailsgf / V & Johnny, Cyberpunk 2077 / Unknown / Photos I took at 3am, Briscoe Park / Backpack, AJJ / Hannibal PNGs Pt 2, Snailspng / A Winged Hussar’s Zischägge, Poland, ca. 18th century, housed at the Wawel Royal Castle State Art Collection. / Church, Lucas Deshazer / NO TITLE (Valentines you you), Raymond Pettibon / Warm Healer, Everything Everything / Knives Out, Radiohead / Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith, Matthew Stover

#metaltango #resident evil #web weaving #jack krauser #leon s kennedy #my art #web weave #mine #YEAH I SPENT ALL DAY ON THIS INCLUDING ORDERING MY PLAYLIST #listen to the playlist in order #feel free to tag as anything but know this is made for krauser and leon #im so so mentally ill for this one #poetry #this is about 12 hours of work btw #its a three card spread btw !!! past present future #<3 #enjoy

[fucklestat]

i think what makes louis so fascinating to me as an unreliable narrator is that there are vanishingly few times when he actually lies, and even then they're lies of omission more than anything. in fact, the most straightforward lies he tells aren't actually in his narration but in the present ("you're in your 20's rashid" "he stuffs himself with honey and pineapple"), and they're for the sake of not blowing his lover's cover and psychosexually tormenting daniel. when inconsistencies pop up in the narration, it's rarely because louis is consciously lying. it's because his memory is, like anyone's, imperfect. none of us can remember exactly what happened to us a month ago, let alone decades ago. we all filter the past through the lens of our own experience. we would all editorialize and omit and forget things if we tried to tell someone our entire life's story. the only difference is that a) the psychological stakes for louis are sky-high because of all the trauma he's trying to bury and b) he has an investigative journalist picking apart the inconsistencies. some of those inconsistencies are minor and born of forgetfulness (the first "was it raining?") and some of them are astronomical and born of repression (the second "was it raining?") but they all, without almost no exception, stem from the liquid nature of memory rather than from any deliberate intent to mislead. and when louis does mislead, he's not so much misleading daniel or the audience as he is misleading himself.

#also i've been ruminating and posting about this all weekend so i didn't rehash it here but: #i'm also obsessed with the beauty and the poetry of his narration #because turning his past into poetry allows him to keep at a bit of a distance from what he's saying

[mayashesfly]

Honestly, I really love how poetry and wordplay is such an integral part of Yuma and Makoto's character. How they use such words to reflect on themselves and the world around them.

It truly shows that despite their logical side, despite being dubbed as the "greastest mind of the world", they're still human in essence. Because they can still view the world through colored lenses and the ambiguity of imagination. Of emotions and ideals that are not actually completely rooted in hard cold logic.

The clash of the ideals Yuma and Makoto shares and the creed forced upon them by the WDO meld into a fascinating multi-faceted character. Whose multiple sides we can see and share due to their odd coexistence via strange circumstances. It also somewhat makes it hard to talk about one of them without mentioning the other when they're so interwined together.

I really do love it.

#may asher rambles #rain code #rain code spoilers #makoto kagutsuchi #yuma kokohead #this is copy-pasted from a reblog-convo I had with cochidinh #this still reflects on how I feel about Makoto and Yuma #so I decided to make a separate post of it #Yuma canonly likes reading detective novels #(not to mention Yuma's poetic talk at the start of every chapter) #and Makoto canonly reads poetry in the bathtub #(according to Yomi atleast) #despite being logical they still enjoy creative things and I love that about them <33 #also their ideal of “bringing happiness to everyone” is very much illogical as opposed( though similarly) to the WDO creed so- #they always fill my thoughts

[navysealt4t]

first official day of napowrimo!!! april 1st prompt is: poem that recounts the plot of a novel you haven't read in a while. (warning for themes of war, bombing, & past abuse)

overnight in a bomb shelter

if the world ends this week  please brush my hair  i won’t ask you to be gentle  let me walk barefoot  farther away than the eye can see  in weather cold or warm  i may bite you  sting and curse you  don’t come too close  feed me and bathe me  that’s all i ask   but bombs scream overhead  planes shriek with their engines  sirens blare from the streets  in a murky shelter  buried beneath the mud  of your childhood home  your calloused hands are soft  dropping a blanket ‘round my shoulders  reading a book in the dark  my ears ring and my hands shake  you shield me with your palms  you promise to teach me to sew  to read and write  to run and climb  in moments in the dark  where the world might end  where all i smell is mold  you treat me like a child  who has never known love  i treat you like a woman  who has never known love  and for a moment  the world feels right  as the bombs scream overhead  ‘cause the world might end tonight

#napowrimo #napowrimo 2024 #blue’s writing #poetry #poem #tw war mention #tw bomb mention #tw past abuse #just for tw warnings <3 #the book this is based off is 'the war that saved my life' by kimberly bradley :] #first introduction to found family trope that i like. actually processed was found family #hence the 'child woman' not 'daughter mother' #<333 oh man ada and susan <3 #i love this book sm i needed to write about it #highly rec u read it. rlly good and complex #also ada is disabled and still living her life fuck yeah. god i love ada sm. just like me fr #also yes im posting this 3 am on april 1st. early bird gets the worm or whatever

[batwynn]

I have the urge to write again.

The editor doubter is loud in my ear.

A heavy touch ripping away commas, words, and thoughts.

It’s been years of her

snapping up my words.

She wants stand up straight

and spell it correctly.

No made up words.

No sentences that start with. And

I was slow to learn.

Letters and numbers mixed up and bumbling over ahead several words ahead.

I was told I couldn’t write.

Don’t even try.

Don’t do it that way.

Do not do it this way.

He said, she shouts, they whisper.

Be more creative, more descriptive.

Write what you know.

I know I moved on, I let the editor doubter go.

Looked past the carefully chosen words from the thesaurus to describe:

Stupid.

Foolish.

And there she is again.

10th grade English class, standing taller than me. Dark hair. Angry. Telling me to stop,

telling me I’m doing it wrong—

so don’t do it at all.

I want to write again.

The urge is biting at my fingers faster than she can erase my words.

i dont care if it’s bad

I want to write again.

#writing #poetry #personal #uh I don’t know how to tag for teacher related trauma hah #tw: abuse #I guess just in case #I went through a lot of abuse in school #from day one #so yeah I’m a little fucked up about it #more so because I got past it and wrote and loved it so much #and then I suddenly couldn’t write anymore for years now #and the doubt and shit is so much harder this time #because for a moment #I had it #I had won against their BULLSHIT #I was SO happy #I loved writing so much #and I don’t know where it went #but the urge is there #the want is there #I want to write again #shit wait #tw: ableism #tw: abislistic slur #even when they tried to say it ‘nicely’

[itspileofgoodthings]

I love the rhyming on ttpd. can only think of two examples currently but I know there’s more.

#the dancing phantoms on the terrace do they get second hand embarrassed #is e v e r y t h I n g #but also I can’t stop thinking about: #you. look. like. taylor swift. in this light—we’re lovin’ it #like just the flow. the cadence. not even just the rhyme but #her ease with language and playfulness with it and all the little pockets and corners of so many songs #even ones you think you don’t like. settle in with time! #like the thing about taylor is that she is VERY much a poet #in that some of her genius/way with words is innate #and the images and stuff she uses the turns of phrase can feel so garish and embarrassing on first listen #they JAR #but honestly I think it’s because she is truly …. new? she is doing something NEW #and the shock and outrage that always goes with new things is always present with a Taylor album #and I think she’s drawing on so much from the past to write but she is so deeply rooted in the present cultural moment #so it’s so easy to dismiss her writing on first glance as like. idk a college girl’s idea of poetry #as being too Stark or Melodramatic. #she loves OBVIOUS imagery and extremely dramatic ones too #but she isn’t actually just throwing stuff at the wall #because pretty much always. it starts to land and soften and settle #and the image she’s chosen has done its job of drawing you into a world #and/or communicating an emotion #and sometimes it’s so upsetting. like. get me out of the bedroom with Matty Healy taylor!!!!!!!!!! but. the art is art-ing! #I guess is what I’m saying. she’s good at this it isn’t just hype #but some of it really is that she’s taking us places we might not want to go or are so quick to pass judgment on #as being unworthy of a song or more importantly a poem. but present art HAS to do that #and does do it!!!!!! idk I am just. musing

[blackberryjam]

it is the version of me fading in photos that I most wish to dance with. just once before the coughing black makes a ghost of him. no one asks me to smile these days & so here is my mouth, again a straight line. border between an ocean and thirst. I thumb the edges of the picture frame & consider the wood - what tree had to fall in order for this younger & smiling version of myself to have a home. it is the killing season again. all of the flowers drag the crowns of their heads along the snow & die with a prayer of softer ground on their lips. I wish this type of betrayal on no one: being born out of that which will be your undoing. imagine, instead: the place where you have a bed of your own & a table to sit across from someone who laughs thick & echoing at your smallest joy as an open palm & then

the fingers close.

(hanif abdurraqib, welcome to heartbreak)

#i have been thinking about this poem for days i cannot get it out of my brain #unfortunately the only place i can find it has the tiniest hardest to read font in the world so i copy pasted it instead #poetry #hanif abdurraqib #🤍

[spoofymcgee]

isn't it strange? how you can love someone, with only part of you heart?

because i do love you. i do. but the people i consider some of my closest friends are the ones you think an abomination–you would spit at them in the street–you are afraid of them.

they're my age. they do not know you–they want nothing more than to be left alone to live their lives.

you love me.

but you pick and choose which parts of me to love and sometimes i wonder if you only love the person i was when i was two and five and ten and twelve.

that person does not exist. she is a mask i wear when i talk to you, smiling and laughing and not once letting on that there's something beneath because you wouldn't be able to see it anyway.

i will only ever be that little girl to you.

i haven't been her in a long time.

and we have it in common, that we both love her.

but i never had a chance to pretend that she didn't grow up, and you will never do anything but.

so i love you, but not with my whole heart.

there is a part of me that hates you, an instinctive reaction to anyone who would threaten the people i care about. there is a part of me that hates you because you will not look at me–only at who i was when they put me in your arms for the first time.

and i hate this, hating you, but what else do you want me to do?

because.

i am afraid of you.

i am afraid of losing that cornerstone of love that has been there my whole life.

only–maybe i lost it the second i grew limbs you wouldn't look at and heads you wouldn't kiss and eyes you wouldn't meet.

so.

you love me. i love you.

and somehow, this room is still so empty.

#my grandfather and my best friend's grandmother both found the same shitty conservative skit to send us #separately and in no relation to each other #and i am Having Big Feeling About It #because it's past eight pm and i need to go to sleep #fuck #spoof.txt #late night poetry