#poetry maybe?

[cosaslocasdeunafangirl]

Hi could you do something about desire where the reader stayed a sleep while morpheus was imprisoned then desire invaded the readers dream and they fell in love similar to what happened to unity in the show I’m curious to how life with desire really was while she slept

Desire is not my favorite character of the endless (But well...Let's give him a chance for once.) And first, English is not my first language, I hope you don't mind. And second, I'm a wh*re for fluff/angst.

Words: 753

Warnings: Drama/ Fluffy/angst

Characters: Desire x F!Reader

1.

Dearest desire

I knew you were there, in the shadows, with eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine, watching me silently, while I washed away the dirty on my favorite dress.

I was twelve years old when the sickness hit me one night… You know how it goes, right?

A lonely little girl, living in a dreaming world she learned to call home.

2.

I was nineteen when you give me my first kiss.

There was no love in your eyes, or warm in your touch,

but I was in heaven anyway.

I still remember the thing you said to me after, when your hand caressed my right cheek and my body felt like Jell-O:

"Dear mine, what a sight for sore eyes."

If I wasn't the foolish woman

That I am… I would have asked you why.

Maybe, you would have answered me then.

3.

I was twenty-one when I missed my real parents.

Sadly, I haven't been able to tell the difference between the fake ones in the dreaming world.

And that night, I begged you to hug me for a little while.

Dearest Desire,

Your bright yellow eyes finally… were kind for once.

And I understood at that moment why you have a sin for a name, when your skin met my skin and ours lips searched for one another.

Love was what we did.

I refuse to believe otherwise.

4.

I was twenty-five when the house that my parents gifted me

felt too damn big for me alone.

I asked you to live with me.

But Desire belongs to no one, I should have known better.

"Don't make that face, butterfly." you pouted before kissing me.

Not even two days later, you accepted my request.

I still don't believe you really did that, not even now.

5.

I had all of you to myself for five more years.

Day and night.

From breakfast to dinner

again,

again,

and again.

But all this time, you,

my dearest desire

stayed the same.

The one getting old was me.

I was a foolish woman, remember?

I Should have dreamed of me being immortal, too.

6.

When I was thirty years old

and the new things were no longer new things

sex became a routine.

The house bored you to death,

and my kisses did too.

That was when you have the idea of having a kid.

So I said, "No more than two."

7.

When I was Forty-seven,

and our daughter, seventeen

you, my dearest Desire

still young and beautiful,

confessed to me for the first time

how much you love, and cherished the things we did

together in all these years.

"Why are you telling me…"

"Shh… It's a secret between you and me, butterfly."

It felt like a farewell.

Hell, It has one, at least for a while.

8.

I was fifty-nine when you came back.

All my angry yells,

throwing out plates and fury, passed too quickly

for my own good.

Perhaps it was because the house felt too empty

without our daughter here.

Perhaps I missed you a ton.

I don't know, dear...

I'm not the same as I was before.

You kissed me then, softly,

and I felt in heaven.

Exactly the same way years ago, when I was nineteen,

and you kissed me for the first time.

"It's not fair" I said looking at you.

"Desire never is, butterfly."

And dammit, I missed that childish nickname.

9.

We made love one last time.

You embraced me like I was your whole world.

I was old and wrinkled, but you didn't seem to care.

My dearest Desire,

people may say it wasn't love,

that It was a funny experiment…me and our daughter.

Doesn't matter.

I will love her for the two of us, if necessary.

"Goodnight." I murmur on your ear at last.

"Night, butterfly." You kiss my front head, and close your eyes.

10.

I'm sixty-five years old when the dream is over.

And you, my dearest Desire,

is not here to take my hand on the awake world.

Strangely enough, I have a real daughter,

and grandsons to love.

But sometimes, when I'm alone

and I hear nothing but silence,

I feel eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine

on my back…

Longing the same way I do.

However, when I turn around, there's just shadows and walls instead.

"Where I touch, things want and need and love…" Desire said to me a long time ago.

And maybe, them felt the same with my touch too.

#sandman #the sandman #desire #desire x reader #desirexF!reader #desire x F!reader #desire the endless #netflix #fanfic #poetry maybe? #sorry my english #desire of the endless

[plague-vulture]

sometimes i feel like im in a buring building and all the doors have been unlocked and flung wide open, and the firefighters are right outside. But i choose to stay put, hoping that when the flames die down I'll be praised for being so strong

#does this make any sense? #poetry maybe? #plague's thoughts

[viscerasteel]

We forget our bases

our time where we were once among the trees

the water, the grass, the leaves, gently caressing us,

guiding us, leading us, feeding us,

treating us with respect we cannot give it.

It lives in whispers in winds, trees mimicking us, our hands

its spindly nature attempting to reach us, its beauty outshined by the smoke and glamour of the mass.

It is this that we forget. our very roots tied to our surroundings.

Some are like dandilions, annoying yet the only thing bringing color to the monotony of concrete and gloom.

Others, perhaps a lovely orchid, dying alone in the vast expanse of jungle, when the world crashes around it

some are a hardy wheat, a plesant all round grass, but when the fire comes

It is difficult to put out.

#idk what this is #poetry maybe? #im unsure

[itstimeforstarwars]

I’ve spent so long calling it the galidraan au that I have no idea where even to start naming the first fic for it.

#chit chat #poetry maybe? #shakespeare? #there’s always the ol’ lyrics standby #galidraan au

[self-portraiture]

also my perler bead post is Monday's thing I was made of. I'm not made of anything today, honestly not sure I exist. I think I'm the insides of an extremely thin hollow shell constructed around nothing, not even air. one day, when I press on something too hard, or go swimming, or jump, and the shell cracks, air will rush inside and the vacuum that is me will spill out. there will be no more nothing left inside the shell and I'll cease to exist in my nothingness. I won't be anymore.

#naaaah im sure it's fine #poetry #poetry maybe? #poetry almost? #prose #prose for sure at least #journaling #free form #ok if yesterday was perler beads (hollow pieces of plastic) #and today is nothing #i think maybe im sensing a recurring theme this week #maybe fragility undertones #hmmm #something to think about #stream of consciousness #creative writing

[woahtherer2d2]

Trying out the writing thing. Seeing what the void has to say.

Nectar

She is sacred to the Gods of Old.

Golden skin flushed as you drink her in.

Every ounce of her being sweetens the air with aromas of honeyed wine

Her eyes dance in the sunlight, reflecting molten bronze.

Perfection in the eyes of her Gods.

Nor Jupiter or Ra could behold such beauty without longing in their eye.

From her body stretching long and delicately,

her feet perfectly symmetrical,

legs smooth and graceful,

hips dipping with curves,

her stomach breathes of life,

her neck forthcoming to all her admirers,

arms kissed by the sun,

hands unmarred from the labors of man,

to her nails, perfect and round.

She is Eve. She is Pandora. She is Nefertiti. She is Parvati.

A woman whose value cannot be comprehended.

A coveted ruby.

A drink unheard of in our earthly realm.

A bitter sweetness.

Her nectar.

Available only to the Gods, killing all mortal men.

#poetry maybe? #idk what this is #but enjoy either way if you read it #more to come

[maybe-itsforthebest]

- j (x)

#grief #poetry #spilled thoughts #prose #journal #dark academia #spilled ink #mental health #quotes #poem #life quotes #literature #poets on tumblr #thoughts #words #spilled poetry #existentialism #aesthetic #original post #maybe-itsforthebest

[darin-ism]

I miss the boy who collected silly hats

And wrote silly songs

It rained that day

I saw two lovers sharing one umbrella

They looked like your friends

I still don’t know what to think about it

Cruel coincidences

I went to the Irish bar down the street

And skulled a pint the way you taught me to

And the band played trad music

But not like the kind you used to sing

It was much too happy

and I started to cry again

#ugh gross personal thoughts #my writing #poetry maybe?

[dunebee]

My Heartbeats

Heartbeat in relationships: 

the person or thing that is most important in forming the character of a place, organisation, etc. and giving it energy

My heart beats for my parents

They have raised me strong

If I were to go it would break them

My heart beats for three

My heart beats for my gran

She always told me stories when I visited her

If I were to go, her stories would be forgotten

My heart beats for four

My heart beats for my friends

Who have seen me grow, and loved me all the way

If I were to go, they would mourn for a long time

My heart beats for many

My heart beats for myself

I have a lot to do, and a lot of goals to accomplish

If I died, then all I have achieved would go down the drain

My heart beats for me.

#Poetry maybe? #DuneBee writes

[queer-bby]

getting real too soon?

i like like her.

but not in a way of 'yeah you're pretty' kinda like

more like a 'i think you're gorgeous and i want you to know it every single second from your day' kinda like her

in a way that i want to cook for you kinda way

i want to walk hand in hand and just let the world be jealous

i want to introduce you to my family and probably cause chaos because being the first queer in the family (perhaps) it's the m o s t fun *not really*

i want to go see you at work and bring you coffee

to hug you and comfort you when days suck

i want us to understand each other more than words can express

i kinda like her.

#queer #wlw #poetry maybe? #lgbtq community

[awkward-potato-504]

always create, always make. always have something to show for the time that you waste.

useless hobbies, arts and crafts clutter filled space. it all looks like waste.

gone is the day, doing nothing but sit and stare. loops and loops, rip it back, start over it's all wrong

#poetry maybe?

[alexanderpearce]

ship ask game 😁1 Who would be first to to bite down anc consume the flesh of the other, euphoric in the taste and the heft and the slide of the blood 2. who is the ant and who is the ophiocordyceps fungus? 3. who is the dog and who is the master? 4 when the roles are blurred or reversed who would be first to die and how? would it be by bulletwound? the phallic blade? strangulation? 5. Cocaine or Heroin? 6. who licks up the other’s cigarette ash? 7 who is julius caesar and who is brutus? 8. who is jesus and who is judas? 9. did jesus want it? did julius caesar know it was coming? are the betrayed ever proud? 10. who is irrumatus and who is irrumans? who is pedicatus and who is pedicans? 11. did they ever kiss and why not? 12 if they are two sides of the same coin who is heads and who is tails? 13. and if the coin was the holey dollar? 14. And if the dog bit back? 15 and if the dog bit back? 16 and if the dog bit back? 17 and if the dog bit back? 18 and if the dog bit back? 19 and if the dog bit back? 20. Who buys the other flowers?🥰

#feel free to proliferate this as either poetry or a real ask game it is both. And if you follow my sideblog you know who this is about #the latin participles mean who is facefucked/facefucking and who is sodomised/sodomising #my poetry #my writing #idr if theres any more posts in that tag maybe i should write more. this was fun. #it IS entirely inspired by and about ollie and malcolm the thick of it. for posterity. #its giving hannibal and will as well tho #shut up ulrike #shipping #fangirl #ship ask game #drug tw #popular #greatest hits #cordyceps

[zuzu-draws]

Just a pair of friendly sorcerers out on a stroll~

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #uraume #jjk sukuna #jjk uraume #true form sukuna #og sukuna #heian era #king of curses #fan art #my art #jjk art #sukuna when he's not out terrorising villagers and sorcerers: I eat drink and sleep #oh and maybe he likes to read stuff? write poetry? too? but today he's gonna sleep like a lazy cat instead #Food tastes better when you're eating it with another person #so i HC Sukuna doesn't mind having Uraume eating along with him #:')

[luthienne]

Mahmoud Darwish, from The Butterfly's Burden; "Maybe, Because Winter is Late" (tr. from the Arabic by Fady Joudah)

#mahmoud darwish #the butterfly's burden #maybe because winter is late #fady joudah #words #poetry #typography #palestinian literature

[theprofoundcosmos]

it's fine: you can walk away from what you used to love.

will add credits!!! i swear!

. / . / . / doki doki literature club, Sayori's unsual poem 'get out of my head' / . / . / @/bpd-anz on tumblr / @/inanotheruniverse on tumblr / @/6aint on tumblr / .

#☆ my web weaves #web weaves #web weaving #webweave #webweaves #web weave #webweaving #poetry #maybe in another life #maybe in another universe #in another universe #in another life #on love #on leaving #on leaving behind #on letting go #on being left behind #on being the poet #on being the artist #on begging #dog poetry #dog motif #canine poetry #< if you squint

[softhe4rted]

to begin with, the sweet grass by mary oliver, from “devotions”

#i’m still alive i have time to build #she’s right she’s so right #if she lived a life maybe i can live mine #after all #i have to be the thing that saves me #poetry #it gets better i know it i know it #hi my post #mary oliver #female authors