#surprise! i like writing poetry

[folk-ever-lore]

Whispers In The Air

by Raven (@folk-ever-lore)

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Something whispers deep inside

It's calling me

Crying out my name

A fierce cry, a beg for mercy

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I can't grant it

I'm just as trapped

Unable to leave this haunting place

Ghosts beg me

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The cries might be mine

Who knows how I might have lost my mind

Time is stuck, an ever lasting cycle

No chance of escape

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This sinister silence is eldritch

The crying, the screaming, the begging

It all stopped

Just as I did

#eldritch #poetry #prompt #art union poetry competition #poetry prompt #surprise! i like writing poetry #who knew #not me #poetry is art #poetry is my therapy #what a call out there lol

[fictionadventurer]

I'd have been much less intimidated by the idea of writing poetry if I'd known that all you have to do is:

Have a thought

Write it down

Find a cooler way to say it

#plus there are pre-made (yet totally optional) cool formats that make writing feel like solving a puzzle! #it also helps that i don't expect any of these to be good #so i can just throw words down and be pleasantly surprised if any of them sound good #this is also a good exercise for my easily-distracted brain #instead of thinking up an image or idea or vibe and saying 'i should create a story that can use that' #the image/vibe/idea can be the whole project! #nice change of pace #adventures in writing #poetry

[northern-passage]

i wrote a 500 word dynamic poem for neo-twiny jam :-)

i rewrote this in a few different ways with a handful of different drafts before settling on just doing a poem; this originally came from a full branching narrative i've had stewing for a while, and i might come back to it one day. but for now i enjoyed channeling that into this poem, which has also been very influenced by the fact that i've been writing hungry vampires for almost 2 months now.... it was also my first time messing with audio in twine, which ended up being way easier than i expected (i'm sure it helped that i only used one audio sample tho)

faith does contain sexual content, and while not super explicit, it is the main theme of the poem.

anyways hope you enjoy and check out the other entries here!

#if u read one day hike it's in the similar vein i guess. sad lesbians...lol #this is VERY embarrassing for me i do not write or share poetry very often so. HRNG #i tried to do more of a narrative style first with choices & an abrupt short voice #but i really didnt like it. felt even more embarrassing than this... #i dont think the way i write lends itself to that style & it felt very amateurish/childish #so i set it aside for a while and kept working on my other project in the meantime #so i think when i came back to it i was feeling partially inspired by what i had written for that which made me rewrite it again #sex and food and desire and hunger... you know how it is #not 100% about it all together but i like it more than the first 4 versions lmfao #i did try to do timed lines as well and it just.. didnt hit for me. i love/hate timed lines you have to really get them just right #or else they're just annoying iykwim #also i was surprised i actually hit 500 words i didnt think i was going to #also also this is a poem in that. i wrote it and am calling it a poem...mnfkjdg #anyways. ough #faith #other writing

[raininyourblackeyes]

My cousin, a published writer, a well-known poet in my country and a literature professor, for whom I've always been no.1 support ever since her first attempts at writing in high school, told me that I must stop writing as a hobby because that's her thing and since I'm writing fantasy mostly my writing could never have any important artistic value anyways.

#what happened was that i was feeling really down these past few days #like mental health dead in mariana trench #and i went to visit her because she lives like 10 minutes away and has a cat i can play with #but yesterday morning a friend of mine made a fanart (i guess i can call it that) of a fanfic i am writing for the five of them #she sent it to me and said she's also working on an actual painting on a camvas of her fave scene from my original story #and i was so surprised and exicted #that's actually a too mild description #and when i was visitting my cousin i showed her the pic of the drawing on my phone and explained it to her and she just said ....ehh.. #and started texting someone #i was sitting there feeling stupid and thinking wow you could have at least praised my friend's art sytle or something #and when i was getting ready to leave she asked me if i was aware my writing has no artistic merit and fantasy is trivial literature #so i should just stop wasting time on that and focus on developing my art style more for her future poetry collections #i do the art for her book covers #and added how we already have an established writer in the family so i should focus on my role - becoming a good pharmacist #and she knows how much i hate that i'm studying pharmacy like it's the no.1 cause of me hating the direction in which my life is going #finished it off by saying she feels like what she's doing in going to be really great and important on a large scale one day #and how she wants me to continue being her shadow that follows and supports her #i left went home and started at a wall for hours #i just feel so dumb for getting excited over a silly drawing of something not more than 5 people will ever read #i genuinely hate the idea of people reading anything i write so most likely writing will just remain a hobby for me #and now i feel like the most stupid person on earth and am this close to deleting all my word documents from both my laptops

[quynhorlose]

(okay so this:

made me embarrassingly emotional, so… uh.)

leaning into a microphone like a teenaged boy in a band with his friends this one’s for you @mayescapade

#something about like #getting older and growing and changing and like #do y’all think snakes are scared when they first shed a skin??? #bc i sure as fuck would be #but also it’s like #snakes do that because they’ve outgrown their old one #no matter how comfortable or safe or lovely their old skin was #the new one will fit better #even if they have no idea what’s going on at first #and i think that’s lovely!! #snakes man #this may come as Zero surprise but i had such a fascination with snakes as a kid #anyway #i don’t write poetry that often any more bc frankly it’s ah #bad #but jude happened to fucking nail me right in the inspiration lobe of the brain #so blame it all on them #jail for jude #all this to say: we are all in this together #y’all 🤝 me #🤝 having no idea what the hell is going to happen ever #all of us are just crawling forward #slithering through the garden of life #hand in unlovable hand #etc #quynh spiels

[littlethoughtsat3am]

It’s not that I miss you less

Now that time has passed since I’ve lost you

It’s like walking with a limp

I have merely learned to live with it’s existence

#I still feel your loss like the first day #it simply no longer surprises me #I wake up in the morning expecting no text from you #I am not surprised when I do not see one #I have learned to live without you #but time has not numbed the pain #I simply know to expect it #thoughts #words #i write poetry at 3am #poetry #free verse #healing poetry #poetic #sad poem #original post #original writing #original poem #female poets #break up poetry #heart break #sad poetry #break up poem #poems and quotes #free verse poem #short poem #original poetry #poemsbyme #poetscommunity #poetsandwriters

[angry-roomba-army]

what if the journals ranging from jealousy to near worship weren't that bad what if it was just william's gay ass theater kid poetry about his crush that looked really bad to a divorced police officer without context. i don't actually think that's what happened its just fun to think about. like what if

#angry roomba whirrs #five nights at freddys #fnaf #william afton #william afton fnaf #fnaf william afton #do you think hes a cannibalism as a metaphor for love kinda guy or does he go for a more catholic guilty ohh my love is corruption angle #like i dont really know much about catholic gulit or catholicism in general cause im not a catholic but like ive seen the tumblr posts #and the gay religious fanart #oh shoot i forgot to tag willry #willry #willry fnaf #fnaf willry #ok done PHEW #so anyway like what would a divorced police officer know about romance? firstly hes a cop secondly hes divorced so clearly not much #and we all know william hes theatrical hes a romantic or at least he seems like the romantic type im kinda jumping to conclusions here #so he would write gay ass theater kid poetry about his crush! he would! #and then when some normie ass unpoetic cop reads his DIARY of course hes not gonna understand the poetic passages dedicated to his love #like HELLO????? thats not ““““raving”””” its a SOLILOQUY come on man #and! he read his DIARY. like idc that he was investigating a murder you! dont! read! peoples! diaries! #if i were will and someone read my diary i would be so horrified like im surprised that HE wasnt the one who built a suicide bot after that #also! if you picked a random ass average target goer probably likes golf or something and showed them cannibalism as a metaphor for love #poetry they probably wouldn't see the poetic devotion part of it i think that they might think that you're crazy #or maybe. im just severely underestimating the poetic literacy of the average golf playing target goer that could be true #but anyways maybe thats what happened between clay and will like clay saw his poetry and was like yeah this is weird #oh shit i just realized a lot of the contents of williams diary are just public knowledge now like at least a mention of the raving passage #has to be somewhere in the case file just for anyone to access. oh god they live in a small town too word travels fast ohhh crap #well he kind of brought it upon himself like idk maybe don't kill children and your diary won't be read #by poetically illiterate and romantically stunted divorced cops #sorry im yapping. im yap deprived i needed to yap cough cough yeah that's me coughing from how yap deprived i am cough cough cough

[badolmen]

Soldiers kill sheep in the streets and I see bison skulls piled high, the bullets are made in the United States.

Trees are set ablaze by tanks and I see Moses kneeling in fear and reverence, God does not speak from these flames.

The people starve and I see seaweed gathered in baskets on Irish shores, Dutch tulip bulbs boiled with rabbit bones.

When they said ‘never again’ it was never for love of the hundreds of millions murdered, nor fear of the systems that allowed such evil to rise. They said ‘never again’ to shipping lane inconveniences, to stock market woes, and to being seen for cowards.

At least a coward would sit in quiet fear, content in inaction. Now they sign over billions, condemning millions to the total destruction. Where is the shame? Where is the apathy? At least in that I can call them mere cowards. What else am I to call them but the evil they so long taught me to revile?

God have mercy on their souls. God have mercy on ours. For the body is doomed - the bombs will still fall, the blood will still spill, the graves of thousands will fill.

(How long is the queue to the pearly gates? Is St. Peter agrieved to see so many young faces? Are wives rejoicing or grieving the reunion with their husbands? Does the brother laugh or cry when he finds his sister among the crowd?)

From Carthage to Auschwitz we were warned. From Roman roads to shipping lanes we watched the weapons trade hands. And when we cry out to the powers that be, they turn away - unseeing, unhearing, unfeeling. Machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts.

But the horror is in knowing they are not machines. This is not their nature. They are men. Born with a love for humanity in their hearts, a desire for community and companionship and art. How did they lose such a fundamental part of their being? Was it beaten out of them by bitter men before them or did they discard it themselves, as though it were a cancer to be excised? Does it matter when they so zealously jump knee deep in blood and bone among bomb shattered homes?

And while it is troubling to consider that, being human, we too can have our hearts hardened, it is far more uncomfortable to consider that, being human, they may one day revert to natural compassion. And what does one do when the machine becomes man again? When he proves it was a choice all along? A choice he refused and snubbed until the bodies cooled and the graves grew grassy with age?

God forgive what I cannot.

#ra speaks #personal #okay to reblog #just be normal #beans is being religious on main avert thine eyes #idk I’m just. I’m not fatigued or surprised or done fighting tooth and nail for Palestine. #but my brothers and I were reading poetry yesterday and one of my brothers poems reminded me of patrick kavenaugh’s writing #honestly all of our poetry has been about war. loss of innocence. fear of being unseen and unheard. we’re all feeling it. #it’s not despair per se but it’s certainly a heaviness to everyday life that we may never live without. #I’ve just been morbidly reflective lately #the people responsible aren’t monsters. they’re just people. what could drive me to do things like that? #what world could shape me to have such disdain for human life and prosperity? what could open their hearts to the horrors they inflict? #idk man. Lent is going to be rough.

[doverstar]

suffered through a rewatch of Power of Three and Dinosaurs on a Spaceship last night and I wanted to scream the entire time. I am nobody and have never run a 60-year-old television show. but. Chris Chibnall does not know how to write. he is bad at it. he is bad at it. who gave him control of the entirety of Doctor Who? why? he had Amy narrate the first and last scenes of Power of Three like she's in some kind of early-2000's romcom because he doesn't know how to write dialogue or how to show-not-tell. the last line of Power of Three sounds like a preteen who has no idea how to end her oneshot fanfic and I know this because I have been one and I would never have let 12-year-old me write a single episode of an actual show on tv. the Silurians are a crutch. the Doctor got sucked into a Wii game? Kate Lethbridge-Stewart has zero personality outside of the Brigadier. Brian is an empty, emotional-exposition robot. who let this man run the entire show for years, I want names and addresses-

#I don't CARE if rtd or moffat genuinely think he did a good job #they've been wrong before #I don't CARE that I am nobody #I have been a bad writer before #I am still in many ways a bad writer #I can SPOT a bad writer. his episodes REEK #and I can't imagine his work as the showrunner was suddenly magically better #go back and watch those drippy interviews with him as a young member of the official DW fanclub back in the day #it's PAINFUL #he is SO pompous and SO critical and CLEARLY thinks only he really knows the good Doctor Who or how to write it and what it's LACKING #and then he goes and tries to force it in every chance he gets to write for the real thing #but it's like he has no idea how to write for an individual character or how to be subtle or how to transition from emotion to action? #the dialogue alone is torture #Amy and the Doctor could literally be ANYONE in their conversations he writes #the only good part of Po3 is the “before they flare and fade” and truthfully I'd be surprised if that piece wasn't Moffat's because it's- #-too much sentimental poetry not to be. doesn't sound like chibnall at all #and hi - dinosaurs on a spaceship can be FUN if you were a good writer but you are not. you make everything bland #you're kix cereal sir. you are the plain oatmeal of doctor who writers #you're worse than that. you're the bran muffin of doctor who writing #how can anyone have fun with Doctor Who if they're unable to relate to or care about the CHARACTERS? #GARBAGE. #chibnall #chris chibnall #anti chibnall #doctor who #dw #bbc #the doctor #eleventh doctor #eleven

[writing-all-over-the-place]

(i wrote a song?)

we’re the kind of friends that hold hands in the hallway

we’re the kind of friends you never know if we’re best friends or in love

we’re the kind of friends who tell each other every little detail bout every little thing

you know about my panic attacks and i know about your low confidence

they don’t know all my sweatshirts were once yours

they don’t know how much we know about each other

they don’t know—and i don’t know either—am i yours? (am i yours?)

they don’t know about all the girls you . kiss and tell me

they don’t know that we can’t hold a serious conversation

why are we like this?

oh, why do we only fight over text?

can’t you be honest, can’t you be honest, can’t you be honest, can i be honest?

i kinda hate your guts

but at the same time

i’m in love you

i’m in love you

and all my friends know too

am i yours, am i yours, am i yours? please tell me that i’m yours

i kinda hate your guts

but i don’t wanna break your heart

are we even friends if you won’t look me in the eye half the time

are we only friends cause you’re texting me goodnight every night

all my friends are telling me to leave you (leave you)

and all your friends are telling you to move on (move on)

but you know about my heart breaks and crap and i know about your daddy issues

they don’t know about how you held me last night

they don’t know about our texts, like, every night

they don’t know—and i don’t know either—am i yours? (am i yours?)

they don’t know about all the girls you . kiss and tell me

they don’t know that we can’t hold a serious conversation

why are we like this?

oh, why do we only fight over text?

can’t you be honest, can’t you be honest, can’t you be honest, can i be honest?

i kinda hate your guts

but at the same time

i’m in love you

i’m in love you

and all my friends know too

am i yours, am i yours, am i yours? please tell me that i’m yours

i kinda hate your guts

but i don’t wanna break your heart

they don’t know this, they don’t know that, but now they do.

you called your ex, the moment we “broke up,” cheated on her with her best friend and my best friend’s sister.

tell me again why i love you

why am i like this, are you like that, all the crap?

you can’t hold a serious conversation and i want to i keep tryin to (but you ran off crying to you momma, oh yeah)

why are we like this?

oh, why do we only fight over text?

can’t you be honest, can’t you be honest, can’t you be honest, can i be honest?

i hate your guts

but at the same time

i’m in love you

i’m in love you

and all my friends know too

am i yours, am i yours, am i yours? please tell me that i’m yours

i hate your guts

and i think i just broke your heart

#writing #poem #poetry #music #i wrote this go me #i’m very surprised at how much i wrote #(this breakups from like… six months ago now) #(i’m soooo over it but yk i can still write songs about it)

[felowtravler]

Don't let it be

Another stereotype I fall into.

Falling for the straight girl

The blonde with a doll's face and

Gray eyes and a wry personality.

Her excitement excites me

And high fives and arm holding and

Activities together (As friends)

Makes me like her more.

But we're spending time becuase she likes to

With me (as friends)

And she likes me (as friends).

And she called me pretty (as friends)

And passed me a note in class (as friends)

And keeps inviting me to activities (as friends).

We read passages in class,

And I was the rouge-ish long-winded man

Declaring love and pining

And she was the damsel,

The beautiful, wealthy, wanted woman.

And I told her then, in his words, in his voice,

I told her then that I loved her (as friends?).

She high fived me when we finished,

Thinking I act well.

She doesn't know I realized too late

That reading to her was too honest.

#writing #poetry #musings #love #crush #infatuation #i like you #queer #friends #bestie i want to know how you feel about gay ppl #youve surprised me already. please surprise me again

[tornskinpoetry]

“I didn’t love you. I couldn’t love you. I didn’t know you.

I knew you. I’d met you. For two years. On and off. But I didn’t know you.

There were moments I thought I loved you. I thought it was a crush. Maybe it could be more.

I could text you while heart broken from whatever new guy I’d been with and you’d come right over. I could just want company and you’d always be there but we never actually talked.

You sent me the photos from your family trip. It threw me so off guard. We never talked. Why now? The beginning of the end for us.

I should have known then. But I didn’t want to see what would make this hard. Now you’re gone and I didn’t get my closure.

I wish I had gotten to love you. But now you’re off. Gone to you’re new adventure. To be the amazing person I saw in you but could never love.”

To the boy who was there for me whenever I needed him: I love you Luc thank you for everything, for the experiments, for the learning about who I am, and for teaching me what I love about myself// What I want to say {m.a}

#maddiswritings #excerpt from a book i'll never write #quote from a book i'll never write #spilled ink #love #heart break #thoughts #spilled ink poetry #goodbye my love #ldm #thank you Luc D Metevier for being the truest love I could have had while at UMASS #so glad you’ll never see this #i wish i could have not felt like this #we could have been #i shouldn't have been surprised

[thewafflewhat]

i would like to propose a new leah headcanon (using the knowledge that she likes both writing/poetry and music/musicians*coughfatincough*) and say that she definitely had a spoken word poetry phase

specifically for shane koyczan and his work with the short story long, hannah epperson, and dan mangan

#she totally heard 'to this day' for the first time at the age of 10 and cried for like an hour but had no real clue why #don't mind me just having thoughts about my fictional blorbos again 🥲 #the wilds #leah rilke #shane koyczan #for my tags #in which i have to insert one of my old niche hyperfixations into my most recent brainrot so i don't kms #(for legal reasons that last part was a joke #i'm still in my depression era about the cancellation and i'm using humour to cope lol) #as a sidenote this has put a really great au idea into my head #leah as a spoken word poet and fatin as the cello player who accompanies her #and the music makes the poetry more powerful #i hope someone who's actually talented with writing sees this and takes inspo #no one wants ME to write that idea... just trust me on that #( #leatin #so i can find this post again if i'm super bored and have really bad leatin brainrot again) #also! there i was rewatching old shane koyczan poems on youtube and who shows up on the reccommended videos? #none other than ben fucking folds lmao #my tags once again being longer than the actual post and no one is even a little bit surprised 💀 #well who even cares? i wrote this post for me :D

[definitelynotwinter]

When is life supposed to get better again? When does it get easy? When will I wake up without everything worrying me...and when will I snap back into reality and feel light again. Without any fear, with the ability to know I'm secure and loved. To have my health no longer be failing me and to not care what others think.

Idk I'm just a miserable bitch and life will always be as horrible as it ever has been,

But God am I trying so hard for it to not be

I just wish I had a break so I can be...light. just for once.

#summer shut up #if it werent for my son life is just a neverending nightmare and im so surprised i havent killed myself yet #when will i be loved? so truly and purely. i want something soft and sweet with butterflies #the kind of love that makes you blush by yourself. the kind of love where you look at the person and want to shut down because everything #everything hits you. i want something so soft sweet and pure. someone to open doors for me. write me poetry. take pictures when i dont ask #i want to be able to talk about anything without fear i want it to be mutual just so head over heels for one another #i just want the pinnacle of romance and love it makes me want to throw up and then i want that to be the model for how my son treats his #his future partners. makes me want to throw up that i have to go through it all essentially alone #i just want to be understood and not pacified by my partners too god thats just romance #i want my health to get better im tired of being sick im tired of dying im TIRED. #like get this tumor out of my fuckin head already yeah i renoved 2 already but the one underneath my brain is cramping my fucking style #i feel like im going to die soon and i dream about it so vividly and its just so bitter sweet #anyways i dont have anywhere else to vent and im crying myself to sleep bc im overwhelmed with how bad life truly is #just when will it get easier? i just want to run away from all of it. my health #i need a job im supporting an almost 1 yr old by myself im not doing okay #when does it get easier!!!!!!!i want to scream #i know im stupid just disregard this im melting down

[angelhound]

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#have been writing lately instead of painting and idk…. how i feel about that #never have i considered myself a writer #i mean i write bad romantic poetry sure. but im writing fiction. novels if u will. and i Like it. :/ #its uncomfortable. idk. maybe if i make companion paintings itll feel less obscure. perhaps a web comic will come out of it #ive never been into structured writing ever ever. but it felt… salty. like sweat drying on your skin. gratifying. to finish a whole piece. #it was a fit of mania perhaps. and i have more still bubbling there is much to create. i just have never created in this format before #hate it almost. digging my heels but its pointless to resist where the water knows to go you know? i cannot feel this way about painting #if that is not what is meant to be made at this time. the wild horse of inspiration will not bend to my comfort #yes i know i am an artist in the worst way. yes im aware of how i sound. i am not proud but i suppose i cannot either be ashamed #if i cannot be another way #idk i always wanted to be an airhead lol. before anyways. my grandfather does not understand his gift is as enviable as my own #hes not an airhead you could not imagine so after listening to him. but he is enigmatic in that way. #socialized better maybe. the gift of living as you imagine because you are not imagining at all #i never wanted to be reclusive. driven by fits of madness. but i dont have another way known to me #the life i imagine is lived by those who are not imagining it #but idk i think less nowadays. it helps to figure myself an unsocialized dog. something to be solved by careful hands #ugh. god with how i talk sometimes i wonder how it surprises me to become a pos writer. who else talks like that #anyways im incredibly ill still lol going to again attempt to shower the virus out of me

[broke-on-books]

Appreciating those medieval monks rn

Like no WONDER handwriting books took forever this is crazy

#me when compying down poems like 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #the fact that there isnt a more practical way to keep your favorites is horrible #i mean i guess i could rewrite them and print them out but THEN they wouldnt be in my nice notebooks now would they? #blah #btw wordsworth's surprised by joy and rossetti's remember can and SHOULD be read back to back hope that ruins your day as well as mine #i mean i guess you could just but poetry collections instead of copying stuff down but then it would all be in different places and people #never know when to STOP when writing poetry compilations dear LORD #they make them so long that its impossible for anyone getting it from the library to finish it even with renewals #like poetry is slow to get through you dont glide through it like a novel and YET 95% are just 900 page font size 9 hardcover collections #that or theyre like 50 pages lmao #also the fact that theyre in fucking nonfiction classed by the dewey decimal system makes me want to tear my HAIR out #its SO inefficient!!!!!! why doesnt poetry just have a separate section? like you cant even FIND it on purpose really #im in the library looking for poetry and i think im in the right spot according to the dewey key but im surrounded by shakespeare and #tennessee williams and classic plays like this is not what i wanted!!!! #grrrrrrrrr