#spilled poetry📚

[jamescarioca]

aquela ana de copacabana (parte2)

a bunda dela é realmente linda. ainda mais linda quando esta com aquele cheiro de suor da academia uma manha seguinte a um dia inteiro de trabalho dormindo e acordando sem banho. hmmmmm nossa! aquele rabo ensebado em formato arredondado com cor de pessego e com aquele cheiro passado de ontem entre as suas bandas. eu ja começo a ficar de pau duro, ha tanto tempo sem ve-la, pensando no cheiro forte daquele cuzinho descuidado. e aquela boceta floral cheia de queijo entre os grandes e pequenos labios. é impossivel, puta que o pariu. ultimamente ando doente, so consigo escrever sobre isso e pensar sobre isso tambem. so consigo imaginar aquela bunda suada que esconde aquele cuzinho descuidado. a boceta dela nesses dias pode exalar seu cheiro da esquina da minha rua antes de entrar no quarteirao do predio dela. puta que o pariu, que tesao louco desavergonhado. uma putaria beeeeem suja, suja e libertina. quando estou esperando por essas iguarias, que essa safada faz e me conta rindo e sacaneando ao telefone enquanto espero impaciente e loucamente por cada um dos tres dias que se passam ate que nossa luxuria se concretize, tomando forma e vulto de um odor incomparavel, mistico e devasso em seu resguardo, os ponteiros do relogio parecem nao andar nunca mais. é uma tortura implacavel essa abstinencia em que me encontro. essa safada porquinha intencional motivada pela minha libido animalesca me deixa como um cachorro em pleno cio, vou subindo pelas paredes do meu quarto completamente manchadas de nicotina, pelos milhoes de maços de cigarro que ja fumei como um quarentao desesperado, esperando pelo concerto desensaboado e seboso dessa boceta e desse cu sobrenaturais. essa menina é meio louca e pra dizer a verdade penso que pela cabeça dela se passam atos libidinosos tanto ou ate mais cabeludos que os meus. nem imagino o que essa lunatica desnaturada anda pensando nem fazendo. faz dezoito anos desde que a vi pela ultima vez. ela diz que é virgem, é uma doida varrida. me ponho a sonhar novamente e de forma ciclica e permanentemente reincidente aquele cheiro da sua bocetinha e do seu cuzinho volta a atormentar assombrosamente todos os meus dias e noites. fico imaginando tambem o meu pau sujo, sim porque a depravaçao lasciva é uma virtude para poucos, que segue sem fim e eternamente uma avenida de mao dupla do prazer, e me vejo nos olhos dela fitando os meus, enquanto ela circula a lingua vagarosa e languidamente entre a cabeça e o tronco do meu pau dizendo quase gemendo baixinho: hmmmm que delicia esse pau sujo, meu macho, vou dar um banho nele bem babado pra voce, meu puto. e vai lambendo com a pontinha da sua lingua gulosa, chupando e engolindo todo o meu sebo alojado por tres dias entre a minha glande e o meu prepucio. implorando, depois que ja fiz o meu trabalho hmmmmm inteirinho nela, para eu meter meu cacete em sua boceta rosada. digo que hoje quero começar pelo cu e terminar pela boceta, e ela responde que esta doida para dar o seu cuzinho, enquanto entro nele como um esfomeado morto de fome. meu caralho entra inteiro na sua bunda e acha o cuzinho sem muito esforço. adoro quando ela cospe na mao e passa em seu cu para que eu entre logo e ela comece a delirar ronronando igual uma gata no cio. meto fundo em sua bunda, mas quando meu pau começa a latejar boto direto de um golpe so dentro da sua boceta e deixo meu esperma todo beeeeem la dentro. ela diz que quer engravidar, e eu fico doido de felicidade, me comovo com a ideia de ser pai. enfim, depois de ter gozado aquela boceta linda fico olhando ela colocar pra fora de sacanagem e rindo a minha porra toda pra fora da sua xoxota. porra... essas sacanagens fazem uma falta do caralho. qualquer dia eu reencontro essa piranha. dessa vez ela me paga pelo ostracismo ao qual me sujeitou nessa vida perdida. a piranha que vai ser a mae dos meus filhos.

that anna from copacabana (part 2)

her ass is really beautiful. even more beautiful when it smell like gym sweat one morning after a full day of work, sleeping and waking up without a shower. hmmmmm wow! that greasy, rounded, peach-colored ass with that past smell from yesterday between its sides. im already starting to get a hard-on, havent seing her for so long, thinking about the strong smell of that careless ass. and that floral pussy full of cheese between the big and small labia. its impossible, damn it. ive been sick lately, i can only write about it and think about it too. i can only imagine that sweaty ass that hides that sloppy ass. her pussy on those days can exhale its scent from the corner of my street before entering the block of her building. holy shit, what a shameless crazy hornyness. a really dirty, dirty and libertine sluttyness. when im waiting for these delicacies, which this naughty girl makes and tells me laughing and joking on the phone while i wait impatiently and madly for each of the three days that pass until our lust comes true, taking shape and vult of an incomparable, mystical and wanton odor in her fender, the pointers of the clock seem to never move again. this abstinence i find myself in is relentless torture. this naughty intentional pig motivated by my animalistic libido leaves me like a dog in heat, im climbing the walls of my room completely stained with nicotine, the millions of packs of cigarettes that ive already smoked like a desperate forty year old, waiting for the soapy and greasy concert of that supernatural pussy and ass. this girl is a little crazy and to tell the truth i think that the libidinous acts are going on in her head are as much or even more hairy than mine. i cant even imagine what this unnatural lunatic is thinking or doing. its been eighteen years since i last saw her. she says shes a virgin, shes mad. i start dreaming again and in a cyclical and permanently recurring way that smell of her pussy and her ass comes back to hauntingly torment me all my days and nights. i also imagine my dirty dick, yes because lascivious depravity is a virtue for few, which follows endlessly and eternally a two-way avenue of pleasure, and i see myself in her eyes looking into mine, while she slowly circulates her tongue slowly and languidly between the head and the trunk of my dick saying, almost moaning softly: hmmmm, how delicious this dirty dick is, my man, im going to give it a nice bath for you, my boy. and she licks it with the tip of her greedy tongue, sucking and swallowing all my sebum lodged for three days between my glans and my foreskin. begging, after ive already done my hmmmmm work on her, for me to put my dick in her pink pussy. i say that today i want to start with the ass and end with the pussy, and she responds that she is dying to give her ass, while i enter her like a starving man. my cock goes all the way into her ass and finds her asshole without much effort. i love it when she spits on her hand and rubs it on her ass so i can come in and she starts to go delirious, purring like a cat in heat. i put it deep into her ass, but when my dick starts to throb i put it straight from a blow into her pussy and leave all my sperm inside. she says she wants to get pregnant, and im crazy with happiness, im moved by the idea of being a father. anyway, after enjoying that beautiful pussy, i keep looking her putting all my cum out of her pussy laughing only for sluttyness. shit... these slutynesses are so fucking missed. one day ill meet this slut again. this time she pays me for the ostracism she subjected me to in this lost life. the slut who will be the mother of my children.

— james.

#poesia derramada📚 #spilled poetry📚

[decisions-at-3am]

I've always struggled with words, Never learned how to express. My thoughts lacking clarity, Attempts at speech useless.

You seemed to find it so easy. Never caught up in your head, Just talking, with no disconnect. Wish I could follow in your stead.

But until I learn how to, I can only do what I know. Whenever we're together, I hope you see, I try to show.

Cooking your favourite food, Making sure you don't die from flu, Standing just a little closer, My ways of saying 'I love you too'.

#writerscreed #original poem #original poetry #poem #poetry #love notes to no one #love poem #love poetry #dark academia #poets on tumblr #my poetry #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #📚 #writeblr #spilled poetry #my poem #poems on tumblr #poems and quotes #poems and poetry #poems #desi poetry #short poem #tbh I started writing this poem about me - because I really struggle with expressing how I feel #it's because I have huge trust issues + really struggle with opening up to people #but it quickly devolved into a poem about 📚 #he is a very literate person but I just feel that he struggles articulating when it gets to a deeper emotional level #it's partially got my own emotions going through it #i'm not a words of affirmation girlie so it makes me feel really awkward - I'm more acts of service + quality time

[tygerland]

The name of it is "Autumn," the hue of it is Blood; an Artery upon the Hill, a Vein along the Road...

Great Globules in the Alleys, and - Oh - the Shower of Stain, when Winds upset the Basin, and spill the Scarlet Rain...

It sprinkles Bonnets far below, it gathers ruddy Pools; then eddies - like a Rose - away, upon Vermillion Wheels.

- Emily Dickinson, #656 (1862)

#nature #autumn #bloody #poetry #19th century #civil war #violence #lyrics #emily dickinson #women #literature #fall #spilled thoughts #chaotic academia #dark academia #goddess #horror #bookworm #red #📚

[pinespittinink]

<insert obligatory blog intro here>

Goooood evening folks, i figured i would Get With the Times and make a legit blog intro to steal the throne of pinned post. i may add to and prune this post as time goes on, but i will be constantly updating it with wip pages and masterposts as they go up. have you seen me on your dash before? perhaps! i’m the weirdo behind the oc tea piccrew game and the deify yourself piccrew game, as well as the reblog your own stuff post and the read books if you want to write books post.

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💫 the necessities, fast and loose edition 💫 

catherine/cat ~ she/her (indifferent they/them) ~ capricorn ~ pansexual ~ 28 ~ 18+ only ➡  about page ⬅ follows from main blog @shireduchess​ ​

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🌿 the necessities, slowcooker edition 🌿

what to expect from me: a bit of everything in the writeblr kitchen sink. refs, prompts, wip and general inspo, memes, ask/tag games (i am friendly to both, but put priority on asks as i get a lot of tags nowadays!). i dig good aesthetics and vivid, sensory writing with emphasis on description and emotional content. i unabashedly write nsfw content, and do not follow anyone under 18. 

at the end of the day, i love writing about love. every story i write has some variant of a love story in it somewhere. that said, i am not a romance genre writer. i have made my bed with fantasy, and to fantasy i will always return, yada yada. my dad read The Hobbit to me when i was four and set me up for life. 

secondary world high fantasy is my specialty, but i also love space fantasy, fairytale and myth retellings, and cosmic horror. my wip Star White, about a man who spends a billion years searching for his lost lover when he is abducted by sentient dark matter, is a blend of all three. 

what a nice segway into MY WIPS <insert Will Smith showing off his wife meme>

you may know me from my 1920s-inspired theater with an interdimensional portal in the belly of the stage wip, The Great Glavenisean Theater, or my very strange giant tree wip, In The Deep of the Trees featuring Titus and Sabine. if you’re an oldie (circa 2018-2020), you might recall Bloodlines, a romantic high fantasy featuring original species, the Gelkins and the skin-changers. my other wips include the aforementioned space fairytale, Star White, a queer fucked up found family epic with trans wizards and missing gods called Solene’s Verse, and a very experimental novella about the worst walking roadtrip known to mankind (i accidentally blow up your village and kill your girlfriend, you get an existential crisis about the nature of reality), aka The Wasteland. 

i will continue to spruce up this space with wip intros as i refurbish everything, but my main focus right now is finishing the first draft of The Great Glavenisean Theater. i do aspire toward traditional publishing, and have had an eye on this industry for twelve years (i was actively querying at fourteen, we’re in this writing shit for life)

[ Romantic and indulgent prose full of filigree, worlds full of whimsy, mystery and a hint of danger, a core of tenderness rooted at the heart of every story. Your writing is always penned in the manner of a love letter not just to the craft or even as an ode to romance but to the subject of love in itself. ] -- @aninkwellofnectar​ 🌹

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🖋 a pinespittinink vintage 🖋

the great glavenisean theater 🎭 {wip intro} {general tag} in the deep of the trees 🍃 {wip intro} {general tag} star white 🌟 {wip intro} {general tag} my writing 📚 my edits  📚 my poetry 📚

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🎐 a quick guide to strange tags🎐

sap spill 🌸 {your one-stop shopping destination for all my thoughts and og text posts} uwu romance 🌸 {catch all tag for everything love and romance related} trope talk🌸 {umbrella tag for all things tropey. overlaps often with uwu romance} character work🌸 {what it says on the tin: non-specific character-related posts} compilations🌸 {don’t we all have a term for these? web weaving and such} i live here🌸 {stuff i jive with on a molecular level}

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🍋 your average writeblr food & fare 🍋

writing references 🌊  writing memes 🌊 worldbuilding 🌊 quotes 🌊 poetry 🌊 prompts 🌊

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“for whom / and to whom all this love, / all this light falling.” 

--@ragewrites, Film Still, for pinespittinink. 

#writeblr #writeblr intro #NOT a new blog folks #you can rb this if u want but this'll just be pinned from now on #mp #annnnnd yeah this looks good enough lmao YEET

[ceenyctophilia]

Title: Navigating the Literary Landscape: A Working English Major's Odyssey

Hey there, Tumblr fam! 📚✨ It's Cecille Rose Janaban, and I'm here to spill the tea on what it's really like being an English major while juggling the wild ride of being a working student. Buckle up, because we're about to dive into the pages of my academic and professional journey!

The Literary Wonderland

Being an English major is like stepping into a Wonderland of words and worlds. From dissecting sonnets that make your heart skip a beat to diving headfirst into the prose of modern literary giants, it's a whirlwind of emotions, ideas, and, of course, a ton of books.

Balancing Act: Books and Bills

Now, let's sprinkle in a dash of reality – working a job while dancing through the pages of Shakespeare and Woolf. Yep, I'm living that double life. It's not just about quoting poetry; it's about balancing deadlines, shifts, and, oh yeah, that thing called a social life.

Juggling Classes and Cash Registers

One moment, I'm passionately discussing the nuances of post-colonial literature, and the next, I'm scanning items at the cash register. It's a weird but strangely satisfying contrast. Who knew that analyzing poetry would prep me for handling register receipts like a pro?

Time Management Olympics

Now, let's talk about the real hero of this saga – time management. It's like participating in the Olympics, but instead of medals, you get a fleeting sense of accomplishment when you manage to submit an essay on time and make it to your work shift without a mad dash.

The Beautiful Chaos of Creativity

Being an English major isn't just about academic rules; it's about embracing the beautiful chaos of creativity. My brain switches gears from crafting essays to concocting the perfect reply to a customer inquiry – and let me tell you, both require a hefty dose of imagination.

Late Nights with Literature

Late nights are my bread and butter. Whether it's burning the midnight oil on an essay or catching up on readings after a long shift, my love affair with literature extends into the wee hours. But hey, who needs sleep when you have the magic of words to keep you company?

Coffee, Cramming, and Corporate Life

The corporate world may seem worlds apart from the poetic realms I explore in my literature classes, but trust me, there's a method to the madness. Coffee becomes my trusty sidekick, cramming sessions transform into strategic planning, and suddenly, the synergy between books and bills becomes clear.

Finding my Tribe

The best part? I'm not alone in this literary adventure. There's a whole tribe of English majors who share the struggle of dissecting poetry and punching in work hours. Tumblr, you're my haven – a place to connect with kindred spirits who get the beauty of a perfectly crafted sentence and the chaos of adulting.

Future Chapters: Unwritten and Exciting

As I continue this literary and professional saga, each day unfolds a new chapter. Who knows what the future holds – perhaps a career where I seamlessly merge my passion for literature with the practicalities of the working world.

So, here's to all my fellow English majors who are also acing the working student hustle. Keep turning those pages, crafting those essays, and punching those timecards. The journey may be challenging, but the story we're writing is uniquely ours – an odyssey of words, work, and the wonderful chaos of being an English major.

Signing off, Cecille Rose Janaban #EnglishMajorLife #WorkingStudentChronicles

[darling-arent-you-just-wonderful]

“Oh darling aren’t you just wonderful”

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✩ Name: Grian

✩ Age: 17-23

✩ Pronouns: He/They/Gore

✩ Orientation: Omniromantic, Homosexual/NWLNW/Achillean, Polyamorous

✩ Notable roles: Host for 7+ Years, Higherup

✩ Relationship status: My darling’s Taurtis & Sam [THR Sys]

✩ Source: Sam Gladiators 2012 Yandere Highschool Roleplay + Tokyo Soul

✩ Source Talk: Sure

✩ Identify as Source: Yep

✩ Doubles: Alright with me, I’m part of a fictive heavy sys as a result to ASD making us hyperfixate and become attached to characters so there are multiple Grian RP sources here

✩ Bodily: 18+

✩ Other : ASD, BPD & Physical disabilities + Mixed Race

✩ Proxy/Sign-off: 📚

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✩ Check my DNI & Boundaries before interacting

✩ Do not demand for proof of my medical diagnosis, we are strangers on the internet - I don’t know you, you don’t know me and I don’t have to prove anything to you besides I’m not dumb enough to try and get myself doxxed

✩ Don’t throw a fit if I block you, none of that “Wow you blocked me just cause I disagreed with you??” Yes. Yes, exactly. This is a social media site. I come on here to look at pictures of bugs and shit and to shitpost with my friends. This is not a town hall meeting; I am not your elected official. I do not owe you my energy, my space, or my time. You and I are strangers that use the same website. I can block you for literally any reason and that’s okay. Take a deep breath. Block me too. You’ll feel better

✩ Do not try and find my address or any irl information, I don’t know you and that’s a crime

✩ Do not tell me how to live my life or what I should or should not be posting, I don’t know who you think I am but your bitch is not one

✩ Just basic decency, if you wouldn’t do it Irl or wouldn’t want it happening to you then don’t do it to me

✩ Do not threaten me or anyone who interacts me

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✩ Me ranting about the shit medical/healthcare system

✩ Memes, jokes and shitposts

✩ Hyperfixations/Rambles & Fandom talk

✩ Philosophy/Psychology

✩ Creative writing/Poetry/Art

✩ Awareness, information, personal experiences

✩ Whatever I’m interested in at the time really

✩ Rants, rambles and mental illness (they’ll have a TW, I will essentially use this as a journal)

✩ Posts by other alters (even though this is my account, I wouldn’t be surprised if others use it)

✩ Love rambles<3

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ⓘ this user needs attention and love

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✩ System name: The Broken Hearts Club

✩ Bodies age: 18

✩ Collective pronouns (If pref is not stated): He/They

✩ Collective name: Grian

✩ System tag: 💌🔪

✩ Partner system(s): The Hopeless Romantics & Circus Sys

✩ Hosts: 📚,🌺,🔦,✝️,🪡,🧃

✩ Co-hosts: 🦌,🧵

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✩ 2012 MCRP’s

✩ Drawing, Painting, Animating & Writing

✩ Horror (films and games)

✩ Videogames (Example; Minecraft, Splatoon 3, Stardew Valley, etc)

✩ Cooking & Baking

✩ Video essays

✩ Studio ghibli films

✩ Sanrio

✩ 100 day videos

✩ Creating creepy & cute plushies

✩ Poisons, bones, flower pressing, bugs, teeth, mushrooms, dissecting, flowers, taxidermy, Foraging & Scavenging

✩ Fishing

✩ Dollhouse furniture/Rement

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✩ General Tag:

#Darling aren’t you just wonderful

✩ Doodles:

#artists of tumblr

#digital art

#traditional art

✩ Creative writing:

#short stories

#spilled ink

✩ Source talk:

#yhs grian

#yhs

#tokyo soul

#yhs source talk

#ts source talk

#yhs fictive

#ts fictive

#yhs grian fictive

✩ Rants/Rambles:

#Rambles and rants

✩ Disability (Physical) talk:

#cripple punk

#actually disabled

✩ Disability (Mental/Emotional) talk:

#actually disabled

#actually autistic

#actually bpd

#obsessive love disorder

✩ System talk:

#TBHC Alter intro

#TBHC Sys

#TBHC

#system

#system talk

#alter intros

✩ Lovesick ramblings:

#dear my beloved

#love letters

#bloody letters

#obsessive love

#stalker x stalker

#obsessive love disorder

#dear my beloved TW

✩ Note: bloody love letters an on TW/CW for possible gore/violence, Kidnapping/stalking, obsession/possession, romanticising cannibalism, etc - do not attempt to recreate or glorify anything I say or do, all of these are coping mechanisms and I do not support anything dangerous that may be referenced. OLD is a serious issue and if you find yourself thinking concerning thoughts that could put you or anyone else in harm I urge you to see professional help)

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✩ My beloved’s accounts:

@samthebunnyboy

@chamomilehoneybunny

@bunn1esandbl00d

@bl33d1ngblu3

✩ Friend & Family

@the-scrotocol-protocol

@love-sick-episode

✩ Alt accounts:

@your-little-night-watcher

@your-pretty-sacrificial-lamb

@little-sacrificial-lamb

@littlelambrants

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✩ Flirting: Ask

✩ Teasing: Sure (use tone tags)

✩ Banter: Sure (Use tone tags)

✩ Venting/Ranting: Ask

✩ DM’s: Ask

✩ DNI: proed, thinspo, racism, abelism, maps/pedos, sysmeds, antisemitism, terfs, transmeds, transphobia, homophobia, lgbtqphobia, prolife, other bigots & supporters of any of the above, doxxers/swatters etc

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#darling aren’t you just wonderful #yhs grian fictive

[rosebrambles]

Dear Evan Hansen / Spirited Away / Sappho / Tumblr Post Here / Night in the Woods / Of Monsters & Men / Adventure Time

#I have no idea what these types of poems are called but #Ive always wanted to make one of these #ﾟ･:* 📚 txt *:･ﾟ #spilled ink #poetry #dear evan hansen #spirited away #sappho #night in the woods #of monsters and men #adventure time #🌹 rose rambles #ﾟ･:* ✂ my edits *:･ﾟ #web weaving #thank you to singtomeinstead!! #I didnt know it was called that

[jamescarioca]

aquela ana de copacabana

ela era realmente uma putinha. falava na minha cara a todo instante que estavamos juntos e me ligava no meu trabalho falando rindo como uma pombagira ironica que so queria chupar meu pau sujo. ela dizia: meu moreno gostoso, sua boca e seus olhos sao a sexta e a nona maravilhas desse mundo. meu moreno putao. esses dentes lindos. essa piroca ensebada sem banho linda. teu caralho nao é dos maiores, mas é o mais lindo e gostoso que eu ja vi em toda a minha vida. e olha que eu ja chupei muitos paus, mas o seu, moreno.. puta que me pariu, eu me perco toda pra esse teu caralho medio grosso formoso. cacete de principe, meu amor. te quero dia sim dia nao bem sujo, seu puto. se voce tomar banho pra hoje a noite eu te capo. kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!! e eu extremamente excitado sem poder falar nem muito menos fazer nada no escritorio, perdendo a compostura, completamente nervoso - nervoso e loucamente excitado - pensando tambem na boceta imunda daquela cadela. piranha linda safada e gostosa. aquela delinquente me faz uma falta danada, principalmente levando em conta que ela disse pra mim que nao queria me ver nunca mais. fiquei inconformado ate 8anos atras, ando quase me matando de uma vez, mas quando ela voltou, me ligando, querendo voltar a sentir o cheiro do meu pau... hmmm safadinha piranha, que tesao do caralho. o nosso caso de amor é desses que nunca tera explicaçao. quando o meu pau entra naquela boca e a minha lingua começa a chupar aquela, hmmm meu deus.. aquela senhora boceta... hmmmmm puta que o pariu, caralho!!! quando eu começo a lamber a sua bunda inteira chupando o seu cuzinho antes de entrar com tudo com a cabeça do meu pau no seu cu e depois gozar todo o meu esperma dentro da sua boceta rosada, o mundo pode explodir pelos ares, essa vida miseravel bandida de merda pode se acabar. aaaaah e como eu quero que essa merda acabe logo! pra poder me encontrar com essa porra louca novamente. aquela putinha. me deixa mal. vou sacanear! contratar umas piranhas bem gostosas, foder pra caralho e gravar uns videozinhos bem putos pra botar no meu twitter, que ela vai arrancar todos os fios de pentelhos da sua maldita boceta. piranha ciumenta, diaba dos infernos! voce acaba com a minha vida, putinha. voce me faz um mal do caralho.

that ann from copacabana

she was really a little slut. she spoke to my face every time we were together and called me at work talking, laughing like an ironic spinning dove who just wanted to suck my dirty dick. she said: my hot brown, your mouth and your eyes are the sixth and ninth wonders of this world. my wanton brown. these beautiful teeth. this greasy dick without a bath is beautiful. your cock isnt the biggest, but its the most marvelous and delicious one ive ever seen in my entire life. and look, ive already sucked a lot of cocks, but yours, brown... holy shit, im totally lost for that beautiful, thick medium cock of yours. cock of a prince, my love. i want you every other day, really dirty, you wanton. if you take a shower tonight ill cut your cock. kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!! and i was extremely excited, unable to speak or much less do anything in the office, losing my composure, completely nervous - nervous and madly excited - also thinking about that bitchs filthy pussy. beautiful naughty and hot slut. i really miss that delinquent, especially considering that she told me she didnt want to see me ever again. i was inconformated until 8years ago, im almost killing myself once and for all, but when she came back, calling me, wanting to smell my dick again… hmmm, naughty slut, what a fucking horny. our love affair is one of these that will never be explained. when my dick enters that mouth and my tongue starts sucking that one, hmmm my god... that lady pussy... hmmmmm holy shit, fuck!!! when i start licking her entire booty, sucking her tiny ass before going all in with the head of my dick in her ass and then cumming all my sperm inside her pink pussy, the world can blow away, this miserable thug life of shit could end. aaaaah and how i want this shit to end soon! so i can meet this crazy cum again. that little bitch. leaves me bad. im going to screw you! i will hire some really hot whores, fuck them crazily and record some really fucked videos to put on my twitter, and shell pull all strand of hair from the bush of her damn pussy out. jealous slut, devil from hells! you ruin my life, little whore. you make me a fucked evil.

james.

#poesia derramada📚 #spilled poetry📚

[jamescarioca]

about her pussy (sobre a boceta dela)

the strong and passed smell from two days of her pussy, at the first moment of the night, invaded my nostrils deliciously and pleasurably, subtly like the finest lust, generating an infinite numbing orgasm in the center of my brain, and the next morning, it continued on the tip of my nose. because i dont want her incomparable perfume on my fingers, but in my lungs and in the taste of my tongue throughout the next day.

james.

"o cheiro forte e passado de dois dias da sua boceta, num primeiro momento da noite, invadiu as minhas narinas deleitável e prazerosamente, sutilmente como a mais fina luxúria, gerando um orgasmo entorpecente infinito no centro do meu cérebro, e na manhã seguinte, continuava na ponta do meu nariz. porque não quero seu perfume incomparável em meus dedos, mas nos meus pulmões e no gosto da minha língua durante todo o dia seguinte."

thiago.

#spilled poetry📚 #poesia derramada📚

[jamescarioca]

sobre a boceta dela (about her pussy)

o cheiro forte e passado de dois dias da sua boceta, num primeiro momento da noite, invadiu as minhas narinas deleitável e prazerosamente, sutilmente como a mais fina luxúria, gerando um orgasmo entorpecente infinito no centro do meu cérebro, e na manhã seguinte, continuava na ponta do meu nariz. porque não quero seu perfume incomparável em meus dedos, mas nos meus pulmões e no gosto da minha língua durante todo o dia seguinte.

the strong and passed, two-day-old smell of her pussy, at the first moment of the night, invaded my nostrils deliciously and pleasurably, subtly like the finest lust, generating an infinite numbing orgasm in the center of my brain, and the next morning, it continued on the tip of my nose. because i dont want her incomparable perfume on my fingers, but in my lungs and in the taste of my tongue throughout the next day.

#poesia derramada📚 #spilled poetry📚

[jamescarioca]

about her pussy (sobre a boceta dela)

the strong and passed, two-day-old smell of her pussy, at the first moment of the night, invaded my nostrils deliciously and pleasurably, subtly like the finest lust, generating an infinite numbing orgasm in the center of my brain, and the next morning, it continued on the tip of my nose. because i dont want her incomparable perfume on my fingers, but in my lungs and in the taste of my tongue throughout the next day.

o cheiro forte e passado de dois dias da sua boceta, num primeiro momento da noite, invadiu as minhas narinas deleitável e prazerosamente, sutilmente como a mais fina luxúria, gerando um orgasmo entorpecente infinito no centro do meu cérebro, e na manhã seguinte, continuava na ponta do meu nariz. porque não quero seu perfume incomparável em meus dedos, mas nos meus pulmões e no gosto da minha língua durante todo o dia seguinte.

#spilled poetry📚 #poesia derramada📚

[decisions-at-3am]

I may have been an artist, Long before I knew you. But does that matter now, For what is the point of An artist without their muse?

#writerscreed #original poem #spilled ink #dark academia #original poetry #my poetry #my poem #love notes to no one #love #love poem #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #poetry #📚 #🧮 #poem #female writers #writers on tumblr #writeblr #ngl this is kinda cute? like i actually like it #poems i found in my drafts #tagging 📚🧮 because this is so them - the way they inspire eachother *sobs* #though they've also known eachother their whole lives so idk how that's working out lol

[decisions-at-3am]

Please pretend not to see, The tears running down my face. They'll be gone soon enough, Leaving with this headspace.

Don't try to discuss it. I'll always say nothing's wrong. Sorry I can't meet your eyes. You'll not believe me for long.

Should you get any closer, Force me to meet your eyes. Ask once again, quietly. Why I answer with lies.

Leave me alone, I beg. I don't wish to be observed. Yet you remain, hands wiping tears. Why don't you seem unnerved?

Later you'll remind me, We've seen each other through worse. Softly, reliving promises I'll be there till you're in a hearse.

#original poem #writerscreed #spilled ink #dark academia #poets on tumblr #poem #poetry #my poetry #original poetry #writers and poets #my poem #female writers #poems on tumblr #poems and poetry #poetrycommunity #otp prompts #📚 #🧮 #very loosely based on them? like it is but it also isn't - idk how to explain it lol #lowkey don't hate this one #but i only wrote it today #took me less than half an hour #but it has some semblance of rhyme so i'm not really complaining

[decisions-at-3am]

I'll know you're gone when flowers die, The landscape beginning to dull. When the sky slowly greys, All colour fading away.

When your books and diaries, All carefully crafted. Painstakingly handbound. Lie there waiting, gathering dust.

I can't bring myself to shift them. To see your handwriting stop, Such finality would shatter me. In my mind, you're still here.

When I stop turning to look, Expecting you nearby. That's when I'll know you're truly gone, When even shadows don't linger.

#writerscreed #original poem #spilled ink #dark academia #original poetry #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #my poem #my poetry #writers and poets #writerscommunity #sad poem #🧮 #i saw a prompt 'when flowers die' #and it made me think of 📚+🧮 #it's from 🧮's pov when 📚 dies (it's an earlyish death) #i made myself tear up writing this (i would've cried if I wasn't cringeing at myself so hard) #it kinda made me sad in the same way the 'don't go where I can't follow' trope does #title: I know you're gone #idek if it's good lol

[decisions-at-3am]

You could always find me, No matter where I was lost. I never figured out how But, I was always grateful. With you, I knew I'd be safe.

Your hands holding mine, Pulling me back home. Waiting with me till, Everything was familiar. Even when it took a while.

If it all got too much, Clarity eluding me. You'd always recognise it. Explaining it all, Until it made sense again.

I don't know what I've done, To be so lucky. No longer stumbling blindly, When l'm too far from home You make it manageable.

#original poem #original poetry #writerscreed #spilled ink #dark academia #poem #poetry #writers and poets #poets on tumblr #my poetry #my poem #📚 #🧮 #love poem #love notes to no one #love #poetic #poems and quotes #poems and poetry #poems on tumblr #poems #female writers #writers on tumblr #wish someone would do this for me - atm I do it for myself lol #From 📚's pov #wrote this on the train this morning #i don't hate it but i don't love it 😭 #could be worse #i haven't written in a while #title: guide me home

[decisions-at-3am]

Too quickly would I have slept, If we were shadowy figures. Not people, no risk of perception. No thoughts clouding my mind, Just your arms holding me tight.

#writerscreed #spilled ink #original poem #original poetry #dark academia #my poetry #poets on tumblr #poem #poetry #my poem #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #female writers #📚 #🧮 #i was daydreaming about 📚+🧮 when i woke up #and this hit me like a truck #like the entire thing just popped in my head so clearly?! #i didn't even have to think about it #it felt right to leave it with what came to me so quickly so I didn't bother editing/lengthening it #entire thing took me less than a minute #in true fashion it was hurriedly scribbled into my notes app #someone find me love like theirs please #title: fleeting dreams