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my-chemical-aromance · 1 year

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i’d say that i’m an artist and you are my muse, but no work of art could ever compare to you

words neither, as i could write thousands of letters, sonnets, and poems but that would barely be a toe-dip into the vast pool, the endless ocean of everything

that is you

if i could i would rip my heart out, and give it to you full of sugar

i would drain every drop from my veins to paint the perfect portrait of you

if i could pour my heart, soul, sweat, and blood

maybe i could capture a drop if the beauty that eeps from your every fiber

i would puke up all my guts just to eat you whole

or fall into little pieces

to fulfill your every meal

i would kiss you

over a strawberry milkshake

so i could taste the most sweetest things

wrapped in two

every breath i breathe, is a silent whisper of “I love you”

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femmeconomics · 6 months

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i think it’s important everyone knows about the little roman girl who died at only five years and seven months old, and her grave reads "dum vixi, lusi" or "while i lived, i played"

#her epitaph actually has a much longer poem which contains this line #and it’s not like. stylistically high quality poetry either #which indicates this was not a poem someone was hired to write for the grave (as was a relatively common practice)#but instead written out of love by one of her family members #it’s twenty three lines of mostly correct dactylic hexameter #and it makes me bawl when i read it #we translated it in a latin class i took a few years ago and then wrote our own latin poems about our friends

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tyriongirl · 4 months

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Genesis 4:1-5, translated by S. R. Driver, from The Book of Genesis, 1905

A Clash of Kings, Prologue - Maester Cressen

Emanuel Krescenc Liška – Cain (1885)

Claus Westermann, Genesis : a commentary, 1984

Arthur Segal - Kain und Abel (1918)

A Clash of Kings, Prologue - Maester Cressen

Natalie Diaz, A Brother Named Gethsemane, from When My Brother Was an Aztec

Lovis Corinth - Kain (1917)

Genesis 4:6-9, translated by S. R. Driver, from The Book of Genesis, 1905

A Clash of Kings, Chapter 33 - Catelyn IV

Odilion Redon - Cain and Abel (1886)

A Clash of Kings, Chapter 33 - Catelyn IV

Genesis 4:9-14, translated by S. R. Driver, from The Book of Genesis, 1905

A Clash of Kings, Chapter 31 - Catelyn III

St. Omer, Benedictine Abbey of St. Bertin; c. 1190-1200

A Storm of Swords, Chapter 36 - Davos V

S.R. Driver, The Book of Genesis, 1905

A Clash of Kings, Chapter 42 - Davos II

Lazzaro Pisani - Death of Abel (1885)

S.R. Driver, The Book of Genesis, 1905

A Clash of Kings, Chapter 42 - Davos II

Cain and Abel - City of Zeven - 2015 (source)

Genesis 4:14-16, translated by S. R. Driver, from The Book of Genesis, 1905

#stannis baratheon #renly baratheon #house baratheon #he was my brother and i killed him #asoiaf #web weaving #valyrianscrolls #mine #fun fact i had to go to my uni library to find When My Brother Was an Aztec to get this quote. It's a lovely poem you should all read it #there is a longer section that fits the characters but it feels a little iffy taking something that is clearly personal #and apply it to fictional characters. like it has racial motifs that i don't feel comfortable saying 'oh exactly like my little characters #written by a white man!' yk?#anyway! i'm actually proud of this #i'm so normal about these biblical siblings < lying #i've said it before but this was baby's first horror story. i was obsessed with them as a kid

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lvminisciel · 8 days

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dance macabre

let us have this dance of macabre!

strums of lullaby accompany our steps

spectators of all kinds eagerly waiting in silence

people of all race, of all ages

humans and fae alike, mingling into one

isn't this what you always long for, my dearest?

rub away your tears, if you would

look above, my dear!

look how the ceilings crumbled,

forging a path upon the starry skies

under the sea of stars shall we waltz with grace

one step forward, two steps back

a tango everyone desires

now then, don your brightest smiles!

as we are the prima donna of this palace

knightly boots replacing glass slippers

briars and thorns, prettier than roses

mere infatuations and lust desist,

only loyalty alone shall exist

hush now, dear

do not loathe me amidst parada

cease your sadness at once

bury your soul deep within one’s eyes

never let those speckles of aurora

be tarnished by the mere sight of carcass

for I have bestowed you the honor

of taking my hand for this dance

moving in front ochos,

I whisper to you eternal happiness

a promise that’ll never go unkept

holier than the eternal slumber

oh, if only the crowd would cheer!

rather than rotting beneath our feet

but fret not, my dear

as we have a long night ahead of us!

#tw // disturbing themes #malleus x silver #mallesil #malleus draconia #silver vanrouge #ths is basically the bad ending of book 7 #where despite everyone's efforts they r unable to stop his overblot #leading him to exhaust his magic till none is left #what happens when the caster's magic is depleted #what'll happen to those falling victims of his um #no one knows #but here i hc them slowly rotting & decaying #stuck in samsara of dreams; their consciousness slowly slipping away as death seeps in #as his magical reserve are getting thinner his time-stopping barrier would fade as well #and mother nature will took over the bodies; decomposing it w/ no mercy #w/ the last bit of his magic; malleus used it to wake silver for one final dance #and voila! here we are #no; there'll be no magic saving us this time #malleus is lying yall theres no 'long night' they'll die approximately after twilight lololol #sorry not sorry #his magic just wouldn't last for both of them any longer #as for how much time had been spent before that? i leave it to ur thoughts :>#'why the cinderella reference diasomnia is based on sleeping beauty' hv u considered tht perhaps the author loves cendrillon #no the author certainly did not research on tango steps & watching how to tango tutorials wdym #miè writes ✍️#miè's poems #one more thing!!#unlike the prev ones- this one was actually made today!!#so enjoy while it's still fresh!! fresh outta the oven!! >:D #....ths is the last one for today i promise

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journey-to-the-attic · 2 months

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hey so WHO WAS GOINT TO TELL ME THAT A NEW VHAPETT IS OUT AND K MISSED IT !!!!!!!! HEY GUYS !!!!!! WHP WAS GPJNG TO TWLL ME IM LATE TO THE PROGRAM !!!!

hey when I tell you i've never opened Tumblr so fast in my life. one question for you please answer as honestly as possible: genuinely do you care if I live or die!!!!!!!! (/j)

the last time I cried this much over a piece of fiction was legitimately back when adventure time ended and I had been watching that show since I was 5 years old and this is more devastating than that. I am not joking !!! I am going to Find You and Get You !!!!!!

Jokes aside the chapter was phenomenal as always and the pacing was brilliant- such a great way to cap off the ending

Please see my previous emotional spiel about the impact your story has had on me because I don't want to bore you repeating it but it very much needs to be said

[insert emotions here]

They mean so. so much to me ,,,,m,m

tgey are so cute. i'm going to be sick

I need to know how badly Mephisto misses her PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEA

ah at least you know now!! and ajhdsjk i feel like i've said this too much but it means so much to know i've managed to invoke Feelings.. as always thank you for keeping up with our sweet girl and for chatting with me here!!!!

as for mephisto ohh he misses that kiddo like a grandmother misses her grandkids. outside of the newspaper club that's his best friend (though to be fair, ik is many a being's best friend), so whenever he's idle he just bombards her with messages because he can't go bother the exchange students under their lunch tree anymore

sometimes he sits there under the tree on his own and 'broods' for a bit, but that generally only lasts for about half an hour before alecto finds him. one time levi joins him and they sit there in silence for a whole lunchtime

(side note i'm especially glad that the pacing worked out because that was my no.2 biggest issue after deciding what was actually going to happen! no. 3 was satan's poem, which took up a disproportionate amount of time for something that i completely spur-of-the-moment decided to include)

#answering asks #whensam #little extra: satan originally chickened out of actually submitting his poem to the newspaper and accidentally left it behind #lucifer found it in the council room and took the liberty of submitting it for him #unseen sequence: satan deciding that even if he doesn't submit it to the newspaper he wants ik to read the poem #and completely panicking when he can no longer find it in his bag #only for lucifer to nonchalantly give him a copy of the newspaper the next morning and say 'the poem in the messages section is very sweet'#satan did want to kill him a little bit but he liked the title lucifer gave it so he conceded #unbeknownst to him lucifer ALSO chickened out of submitting his own farewell half poem half cryptic letter #except HE locked his somewhere in his office so that no one could find it

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a-ramblinrose · 4 months

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“What I know about living is the pain is never just ours. Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo, so I keep listening for the moment the grief becomes a window, when I can see what I couldn’t see before through the glass of my most battered dream I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds. So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin don’t try to put me back in. Just say, “Here we are” together at the window aching for it to all get better but knowing there is a chance our hearts may have only just skinned their knees, knowing there is a chance the worst day might still be coming let me say right now for the record, I’m still gonna be here asking this world to dance, even if it keeps stepping on my holy feet. You, you stay here with me, okay? You stay here with me. Raising your bite against the bitter dark, your bright longing, your brilliant fists of loss. Friend, if the only thing we have to gain in staying is each other, my god that is plenty my god that is enough my god that is so so much for the light to give each of us at each other’s backs whispering over and over and over, “Live. Live. Live.”

― Andrea Gibson, from, 'The Madness Vase'

#The Madness Vase #Andrea Gibson #Poetry #Tell all the truth but tell it slant #current reading #current reading quotes #the book 'The Madness Vase' doesn't actually have the full poem as I heard it #way back in 2014 I printed out the longer poem and tucked it into my book #after being disappointed in the lack the the final verses #Not out of void but out of chaos #Rose rereads

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starstainedpages · 8 months

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familiar & foreign (09/05/23)

#poetry #my poetry #spilled ink #original poem #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writeblr #creative writing #identity crisis #actually a snippet of a longer poem i wrote recently that i cut up and expanded on

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o-sahiba · 2 years

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Wanna cry my heart out tonight,

Can you please wipe my tears?

Handled much of pain,

Fought a thousand fights

Can you please dress my wounds?

Each night I've survived

And then I died a thousand times

Can you atleast pick my soul?

I promise I'd disappear

And from me, you'll never hear

Can you atleast say a goodbye?

-jm

#idk #this was in my drafts #can't remember why I actually wrote this #but yeah..#ig certain phases in life are full of pain and misery that you no longer wanna exist #but we keep on going anyhow #so..#desiblr #short poem #poem #phrases #text #english #literature #feelings

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ghostlyheart · 1 year

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About to write the stupidest fucking paper of my life let's go baby

#what I say every time I sit down to write #I've decided because I'm so stressed and because I have to pull an all-nighter #the only way I'm going to get through this is if I write something fun #so I'm going to make an argument about a poem that doesn't make a lot of sense #but because it's kind of weird at least it won't make me want to bang my head against the wall #also I'm choosing a shorter selection because I simply do NOT have the time to reread a longer work over and over again #so it's just gonna be me and Anne Bradstreet hanging out. girls night #maybe my professor will take pity on me if I do something unexpected even if it doesn't work out #or maybe there actually IS an interpretation that makes sense for the prompt we were given and I'm just not smart enough to figure it out #I'm just going to take a risk and hope it works out

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i-dont-know-nor-care-go-away · 5 months

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poem I'm working on

Once under my nails, the peel stains my cuticle

Dawn had rosy fingers, I had yellow-orange hue

I hadn’t been told yet it isn’t ‘beautiful’

My nails now hold my sister’s nail polish, ‘pretty’ skye blue

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She no longer sits in the back seat

One more middle school new of her

I reach forward, with an orange, fingers meet

Sharing food like frankincense and myrrh

#its a work in progess #wow the poetry blog actually posted a poem im so proud of myself #please don't steal it #my poem #my poems #my poetry #if you have an opinion give it #meter? never heard of her #its a lot longer of a poem but I also don't feel like sharing the rest right now

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goldensunset · 1 year

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that’s right my boi, BOW DOWN BEFORE ME

#‘i know i have no right to ask it of you any longer (correct)#but please use that strength of yours to fix this! for the sake of the galaxy expedition team (self centered much??? ew??)#no- for the sake of the celestica people (i actually just recently got the ancient poem that said how jarring it is that anyone currently #living in hisui calling themselves ‘celestica’ is because that name belongs to the ancient people of this land who were now lost #why are you claiming that label. you’re standing on their ancient grave)#and all of hisui!#(also that’s what i thought. boy. there are other people living here???)’#peachy’s re:pla

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crowdsourcedloner · 4 months

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Do they (or would they) pursue the other character’s affection, and if so, how? Do they tell the other character how they feel? Try to earn their admiration? Woo them with romantic gestures? Flirt with them, skillfully or otherwise?

It takes a lot of persuading, but Nailah does eventually pursue G'raha's feelings - this being Nailah, though, her poor communication skills and hesitant nature leave a lot to be desired.

Where it all falls apart is when she opens her mouth. Even when she's not dancing around her intentions, her terse speech clips heartfelt complements to awkward non sequiturs, and her poor handwriting renders most letters or notes illegible scrawl. The few words she manages to get out are appreciated, but they're very prone to being misunderstood as friendly support rather than romantic interest.

Her actions have a little more luck, but her outward intentions remain murky. She collects trinkets and oddities that remind her of him - crystal pendants, ribbon bookmarks, tiny music boxes - and hides them in his belongings with little explanation. She sneaks warming enchantments on his teacups or accidentally leaves a scarf in easy reach of his desk should the weather start to turn, only to retreat when she's confronted on it. Add in how dense the target of her affections is and it's unlikely much will come about on her own...

#answered asks #thank you for the ask! sorry for the delay!!! aaaa!!!!#oc: hrothwol #ship tag goes here #tag rambles go #so on g'raha's side he tries to flirt with words - lots of compliments and eager encouragement #he's pretty eloquent at it and he does it nigh constantly #...unfortunately nailah doesnt put much stock in words and just think he's being flowery for the fun of it #nailah's love language is actions and g'raha's too dense to realize this #and nailah's too afraid of being rejected to change her own approach #fun tidbit: nailah writes a good chunk of her notes and poems in hroth language #makes for a great privacy measure - the language isn't common #but a bit of a problem when you're writing a poem for someone who can't read it and you're too bashful to translate #...i *think* when they do get together it'll end up being post endwalker or during dawntrail?#i've a few ideas about when they actually sit down and face their mutual feelings #just gotta swish it around in my skull a bit longer #...super secret last tag ramble bit #nailah and g'raha have an arrangement #where they both work on their touch starvation/other touch issues by cuddling together #the action started with pure intentions but now there's feelings involved...

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thewafflewhat · 2 years

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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

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silhouettecrow · 9 months

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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 201

Adjective: Cruel

Noun: Hurricane

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Cruel: willfully causing pain or suffering to others, or feeling no concern about it; causing pain or suffering

Hurricane: a storm with a violent wind, in particular a tropical cyclone in the Caribbean; a wind of force 12 on the Beaufort scale (equal to or exceeding 64 knots or 74 mph)