#the Water Poet

[fromwinter]

— From Winter, Excerpt from ‘Treading Water’

[ID: text reads “Drowning doesn’t look like drowning, it’s swimming till it’s not.”]

#poetry #quotes #literature #books and libraries #spilled ink #typography #excerpts #life quotes #dark academia #light academia #aesthetic #existentialism #chronic illness #disability #disabled poets department #poems from winter #treading water

[rhymingtherapy]

dazzling drops

of April sunlight

form constellations

among the mangroves

diamond chains

of exploding novas

sparked to life by an

ever-changing cosmos

.

RhymingTherapy—April 2024 (my gif)

#writerscreed #poeticstories #original photography #stars #light #nature #water #mangroves #trees #sunlight #twcpoetry #poetry #photographers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #April #writers on tumblr #constellations #cosmos

[hisiggy]

William s Burroughs New Year’s Eve 1969

#william s. burroughs #beat poetry #candy darling #contemporary art #ethel cain #chloe sevigny #harmony korine #music #brittany murphy #hari nef #john waters #nick zedd #writers and poets #poetry #experimental #2024 #bye bye #crying on new years

[sagewraith]

What she called home was a fig tree leaning against the wall, fruit sweetening slow in summer heat.

Lena Khalaf Tuffaha, from Water & Salt; "Circling the Dome of the Sky"

#lena khalaf tuffaha #water & salt #home #quotes #beautiful words #poem #poetry #fig tree #poet #excerpt

[beforevenice]

who can face the sea and not inherit its loneliness?

// olin ivory

#photography #ph #venice #venezia #italy #travel photography #italia #art #sea #water #blue #loneliness #quote #q #olin ivory #poem #poet #words #w #lit #bad year anthem #thoughts

[dontblamethewitches]

and so i enter into evidence my tarnished coat of arms, my muses, acquired like bruises, my talismans and charms, the tick, tick, tick of love bombs, my veins of pitch-black ink. (original photo by ninatadicphotography.)

#taylor swift #taylor nation #taylornation #tswift #taylurking #my edit #tswiftedit #taylor #eras #the eras tour #eras tour #ts creators #ts creativity #tswift edits #tswift edit #water #the tortured poets department #ttpd #ts11

[sunshine-and-misery]

just guys being dudes

#fanart #dead poets society #todd anderson #neil perry #anderperry #digital art #art #my art #in my mind this is during the spring term #cause canon didnt canon #it was nice to draw digitally again:) #been a while ago since last time #idk i just really like them #i learnt to (somewhat) draw water for this #my brain hurted:( #dps

[moononlyricochetslightfromzstars]

Fortnight is Regulus (Taylor) singing to/with James (Post) who's already married to Lily.

#“your wife waters flowers i wanna kill her” #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #fuck jkr #dead gay wizards from the 70s #mauraders #lgbtqia #lgbtq #james potter #regulus black #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #fortnight #post malone #lily evans #jily #jegulily

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

i really like writing about boring people. i like putting the most mid guy in existence next to the protagonist suffering from glorious purpose. here is a guy with no special skills, no blessings from the narrative, no outlandish identifying traits. and he can be just as interesting as the other guy as long as you make him feel real. banality is sublime to me.

#cao pi “insecure crown prince emo poet usurper of the han dynasty” vs cao ang “i respect my parents and get along with my siblings” #cao cao “i am god's sluttiest little piñata” vs “hot water is my favourite flavour” chen gong #din djarin + bo katan + everyone else in the mandalorian vs my OC Jorge the Stormtrooper who wants to go home and have a BBQ with his kids #man i need to finish that story i miss jorge :( #gtc #my writing

[glasswaters]

oh, but i love her.

teeth and guts and roaring waves, she crashes against me where i stand. when the wind picks up and she buckles underneath me, it is the world she turns upside down. the ache in my lungs grows sharper, these days.

as though each rocking motion drags my chest across a whetstone, uneven pressure and ever changing angle, until I am worn to metal dust. until the lines in my palms are deep enough to hold her, and my walk wavers when I leave her.

some days, she is quiet, see. she lies, still and unmoving underneath me, and when I look into her, it is into the eyes of a fanged thing that has long since had its last meal. the thing lays still.

the thing smiles. and she is, all at once-

there is a whale carcass rotting somewhere deep within her, sinking ever deeper, still. there is salt on my lips and the smell of seaweed in my nose. in my hand, the rope is fraying. upon my chest, my shirt is wet with longing.

oh, but i love her.

- take your two good hands, and cup with them your heart. it will not be the last offering you make her. she will swallow it, and leave in its place a thing with teeth.

#poetry #writers of tumblr #writerblr #poets of tumblr #my work #spilled ink #spilled words #my love affair with the sea #quite literally #on loving the sea #and all her teeth #on water and salt and loving unreachable untamable thing #*things #a little bit of gore #but only metaphorical! #something something i feel such a kinship with every sailor who has ever loved the sea so fiercely it made them write poetry

[hersurvival]

I told her about the rage.

How I don't know where it comes from

Yet it consumes me.

How I've tried passive, violent, silent,

And none of it makes a difference.

I would never hurt her,

But she deserved to know the truth -

That the illusion of a gentle trickle, a quiet stream

Hides an angry, deadly river within me.

I told her about the rage.

And she told me she loves me anyways.

#raging rivers #they'll kill you #they're illusive #beware the glacial silt at the bottom #writing #poets on tumblr #poem #poetry #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled poem #spilled writing #original writing #writers on tumblr #writers community #poemblr #rage #flame #i told you #water is dangerous

[alekasdyingpoet]

“Even when it's raining, the sunshine is still there.”

#river phoenix #mike waters #my own private idaho #mopi #alekas dying poet

[rhymingtherapy]

dire the lake at night

alive the darkness glowers

nothing but the eyes

@RhymingTherapy—July 2023 @writerscreed challenge “the lake at night”. My photos May 2021 Nth QLD Australia.

#writerscreedchallenge #twcpoetry #poeticstories #poets on tumblr #photographers on tumblr #original photography #nature #Australia #crocodiles #landscape #landscape photography #nature photography #trees #poetry #haiku #wildlife #lake #water

[wedarkacademia]

A Drink of Water BY JEFFREY HARRISON

When my nineteen-year-old son turns on the kitchen tap and leans down over the sink and tilts his head sideways to drink directly from the stream of cool water, I think of my older brother, now almost ten years gone, who used to do the same thing at that age;

And when he lifts his head back up and, satisfied, wipes the water dripping from his cheek with his shirtsleeve, it's the same casual gesture my brother used to make; and I don't tell him to use a glass, the way our father told my brother,

because I like remembering my brother when he was young, decades before anything went wrong, and I like the way my son becomes a little more my brother for a moment through this small habit born of a simple need,

which, natural and unprompted, ties them together across the bounds of death, and across time . . . as if the clear stream flowed between two worlds and entered this one through the kitchen faucet, my son and brother drinking the same water.

#A Drink of Water #JEFFREY HARRISON #poem #poetry #poet #words #dark academia #dark academia aesthetic #light academia #light acadamia aesthetic #chaotic academia #chaotic academia aesthetic #classic academia #classic literature #art academia #art #books #libraries #book quotes #literature quotes #deep quotes #life quotes #relatable quotes #bookblr #poetry quotes

[readbyred]

Hi :)

Heard you were accepting dps requests so what about a charlie fic

I feel like charlie is the type of person to flirt with everyone and ask anyone he finds attractive out except when it comes to the person he actually has feelings for so what about charlie x reader where reader has been waiting since before they graduated for him to ask her out and as soon as she decides to move on charlie gets all sad and jealous and confesses and yknow how it goes

Would love to see this in a fic ♡

Not a fic blog (maybe someday), but I can give you a headcanon (so, shorter and no dialogue) though… I did get a bit inspired, so its longer than my usual writing

I think as a teen he was the sort of person to try and prove he’s popular with people. It would feel bad to lump you in with that. Like, he actually liked you, so it's different. Not that he has no respect for people he flirts with, but he knows it isn't anything serious. He was just a teen guy trying to impress his friends and get the experience he was prevented from getting (with his strict school and all). Especially with his position in the friend group and all.

Still, he hoped to have something serious with you one day. One day when he gets the courage, when he feels like it will work out and he won't jeopardize the whole friend group because of his crush.

But that day didn't come when he was at Welton. Then he had other things to worry about, considering his departure from the school. It was a hard time for everybody. But no matter the odds the poets kept in touch, as much as they could. And that included you.

Only, as years passed you started losing hope. I mean, if he wanted to he would, right? It felt so helplessly pathetic to be waiting for Charlie when it seemed that he had never and will never return your feelings.

When you were younger, it felt like the end of the world. Like you were destined to be alone. Oh, how many nights you’ve spent with Knox, wallowing in self-pity after Chris left him. Just sitting there with your buddy, talking about how you should go to a monastery. Not out of a spiritual need, but because there would be no one ever to love you. Guess you were a bit dramatic back then. It took Pitts many tries to smack some sense into you but you matured eventually.

When college approached, you were ready to meet new people. Although you weren't in the same school together anymore, you made a promise with the poets to keep seeing each other regularly.

Meanwhile, you met Mark. A true romantic soul with quite a witty humour. And Jack who would always treat you so sweetly and had the same interests as you. And Adam who walked you to the dorms every day. And Matt who had so much passion for life. You opened yourself up to people. Started meeting up with others.

Suddenly, you’d bring up your dates every meeting. Not to rub it in, just to recall funny moments. Like when a rainstorm caught you and Jack in the middle of a walk and you raced to the dorms. Or how you and Adam got lost in the park at night because neither of you lived in that city before. Knox would encourage you to spill every detail.

Surprisingly, the more you talked about your love life, the less you heard Charlie talk about his. By winter break you haven't heard him talk about any girl in weeks. At first you didn't notice. Then you figured that maybe he just fell for someone who wasn't as easy to charm so he didn't have anything to brag about yet.

The thought of him being so head over hills for this unnamed person made something inside you feel empty. You knew the feeling well from high school and you detested yourself for still having those sorts of thoughts and feelings. But you decided to let it all fizzle out.

You had better things to think about too. There was a ball coming around. Some fancy tradition at your university. Before you knew it, you had quite a few invitations. The sweetest one was from Jack.

He told you to close your eyes and open your palm. Then, he handed you a handcrafted note asking if you'd like to go with him. Later that day you found another one in your pocket (so that's why he told you to close your eyes) telling you he’s grateful to have you in his life. It was perfect. And officially approved by Knox Overstreet!

When you recounted the story, the guys were pretty happy for you. Before anyone could get a word in, Charlie suddenly asked if you were planning to go with Jack. Sincerely, you affirmed. Why not? He was the sweetest guy and you certainly were done moping around. I mean, you knew that Charlie wasn't going to change his mind so you could as well see if you end up liking someone else.

To your surprise, Charlie wasn't as ecstatic as the rest of the poets. He was rather skeptical and even a bit snarky. Commenting on the guy and just being so… weird about it. It angered you to no end because softly rejecting you is one thing. But trying to get in the way of you moving on? That didn't sit right with you. But your drama queen days were over, so you didn't walk off or anything. Just huffed and looked for a way to change the topic.

At the same time Charlie was thinking. Before college it was easy to reassure himself that he had all the time he wanted to make you his. And all the time he wanted to decide if he would do that at all. Everything was easier back when you didn't talk about any guys. Ever. Now he felt like he had to do something. Damn the risk of ruining the friend group. Damn the fear of rejection. And damn Knox for encouraging this mess.

The last thing you expected was for Charlie to get up suddenly. The poets all looked at him confused. When he stood up, his eyes met yours and he asked you to talk with him outside. Honest to Gods, you had no idea what that was about. But he was being dramatic (more so than usual) and something about the determination in his eyes told you to follow your friend outside. It was snowing and only buildings around you somewhat shielded you from the cold wind.

Charlie didn't waste time choosing words. For the first time when talking to a girl, he was completely raw. Just as it hit him, he blurted out his confession. No overplayed charm. No smirks and winks and cheap tricks. Just him. Charlie Dalton telling you that he likes you. That he had liked you for some time. That you should just, please, think about it.

As the last word fell from his mouth, a heavy silence fell between you. Silence colder than the wind and the snow. But Charlie stood there, undeterred, waiting to see the answer in your eyes. Even at his most frantic, he was confident. He understood that he did what he did, what it meant, and that he grasped this last chance by a miracle. There was no turning back now.

Your response first came muffled, as if the falling snowflakes were absorbing your voice. But finally, you confessed. Not without telling him, how long he made you wait. And how stupid he was acting, if he really just ignored his feelings for this long.

Your talk was tender, full of relief. But, as it happens with Charlie, as soon as the talk of real feelings was out of the way, he dragged you back inside, to announce your happy ending.

You couldn't believe he wanted to brag to your friends at a moment like this. But you just stood there, watching him with a smile. Some things never changed. Charlie certainly didn't. And you wouldn't have it any other way

#fun fact none of those ppl are made up #I just described a few guys from school that I've been talking to #same with the note situation lol #what makes it funnier is that I am in fact going with Jack and he heavily relates to Knox #so while I gave you the watered down version you can imagine the pizazz this guy had when inviting me #that's why I had to add the Knox approved part #they are literalky the same person #dps x reader #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #dead poets society x reader #x reader

[toddtakefive]

neil perry can’t swim

#i can feel it in my bones #he LOVESSSS the water but his ass can’t leave the shallow end #stupid idiot condemned to the baby side of the pool what a LOSER!!!!! #that said if you try to have a water balloon fight he WILL dominate and he WILL somehow come out of it dry #he’s like a sniper they never see him coming #this is a very summer post sorry its just getting to be in the 90s again where i live so im in the Mood #dps #dead poets society #neil perry