#the bonus poem

[maitaiwiththecorpses]

letters to him

Thank you all for voting so much, so without further ado, all five parts of letters to him!

letters to him (natalya)- April 9th, 2024

dear,

dearest,

my dearest,

but not anymore

because you see we can’t seem to stop fighting

it’s like we’re always at war.

it used to be cute back when we were

Love,

Loved,

Loving (?)

of each other

but perhaps it’s just me pushing

all that love down the gutter

i’m a prude and so crude and you can’t seem to make up your mind about me

i piss you off, and damn i’m so off and Miss. Rachiminoff in your shadow

treated like a little sister and despised by all of your misters

‘aggressive, much?’ You asked one noon and I knew in that moment all I was to you,

an exotic little girl who begged for your plastic spoon

the promise of life and death and “fly me to the moon”

and when my heart pumped blood enough to be fuel to our moon

you made me your Monna Vanna and wrote me as a fool

letters to him (sabrina)- April 9th, 2024

little poem little lie

what a beast, ‘Here She Lies’

three time’s the charm

that’s a damn lie

I tried once,

twice,

five thousand times

their screams and cries inside these walls

bounce around like his favorite tennis ball

“NO”

one more time

“NO”

just one more

“NO”

i’m on the floor wishing it would all just stop.

you threaten me after hearing my words

languages i never thought you’d learn

swears that we promised in the dead of the night would never spurn from your mouth to mine

on the ground, in the air, right in front of us to plead with sighs

you to took my image and ground me to the core

and now all that’s left is some numbskulled-whore

letters to him (olivia)- April 10th, 2024

Rageful women never get far

darling, maybe that was our destined start

Me, to rule with a crown full of tears and a head full of hope

You, to strike me down with all of my fears and the promise of a tantalizing grown man

someone to come home

but

Teenage girls never get far

and baby, that’s what’s been wrong from the start

You, expecting perfect

Me, thinking it too

i wish i could come home

but

After everything I said to you?

letters to him (taylor)- April 10th, 2024

Speak the words that nobody else does

I wonder how long these words were unsaid

Passive belonging and talk of my talent

You never believed it till I softly said,

“Come for me at the dusk and the dawn,

Where the daylight bends and the rivers are gone

How come women are weak when it’s time to move on?

Every regret has its own mournful song”

And to keep in the light from this shadowed world

I decided no regrets are spared on men with subpar clothes

Maybe a king would have mercy, or even a queen

But a goddess primordial no man has ever seen.

letters to him (lizzie)- April 10th, 2024

It takes time to put aside

Every painful boy

Till one comes up and says “that’s love” with a shrug and a mournful smile

He reminded me of nebulas

And galaxies

And stars that were tested with time

At this point most people think the list is over, but I've only just described his eyes

It’s like the sun found a boy and said,

“you will walk my earth,

and with that blessing,

may your very heart

be that of Hestia’s hearth”

And then they pulled him from fiction, and put him in the rain

Those eyes of galaxies and stars that could never know such pain.

He waited patiently till monster turned friend,

And when found by a hunter, he predicted their crooked end.

I know when I get too dark I should avoid his gaze

But for him, I’d waste every birthday wish, loose eyelash, and every single star

And if he doesn’t want my stars and wishes, like the ones in his eyes,

I’ll pack up my letters

And kiss him goodbye

#and ofc #the bonus poem #twould be a lie #Will be out soon #poetry #letters to him #poetry series #tumblr poems #poems and poetry #dark poetry #love poem #writerblr #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #writers and poets

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

“Ok in the original error message on Grammy night there’s the the code that says DPT which obviously now is the acronym for Tortured Poets Department but backwards and it’s counting down 3-2-1 from back to front IT’S LIKE IT’S STARTING FROM THE END INSTEAD OF THE BEGINNING or from the last page instead of the first chapter and the word scramble is literally a red herring and the original error is web speak for the system crashing BECAUSE THERE’S BEEN A GLITCH THE SYSTEM IS OVERLOADED so she has to go back to basics with a typewriter instead in the latest tease but also the betting Swifties are saying the Apple Music scramble is spelling out Glitch backwards too and the original error message is a black page with white font but the NEW error message is white with black font they’re like TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN and now she’s teasing 13– THIRTEEN WHAT?!—“

#the tortured poets department #this is the fun kind of clowning lol #I’m 99% kidding but I think I might be onto something with the end before the beginning thing lol #(I’m not a rep tv truther whatsoever) #(I want TTPD to shine and get its limelight for eons) #(but I have to admit this joke conspiracy theorizing made me think maybe the end -TTPD- prefacing the beginning -rep- isn’t that far fetche #in the grand scheme of conspiracy theory clowning lol) #I think she’s just going to release some sort of bonus/accompanying content/art to go with whatever is cooking for Friday) #I do actually think the 13 might mean something… 13 extra tracks? Poems? Something? A la 3 am edition of midnights #Jlaw gif WHAT DO YOU MEAN

[whaliiwatching]

hobie in a croptop that says ‘thot crime’

and proud of it too

#spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk #spider noir #hobie brown #art request #he’s just so fucking fun to draw #he is glowing!!!!!! #the article/poem/writing scraps around him reflect his mood #kind of. or i just cobble cool shit together #bonus noir bc he is important to me #(and deserves to read one of the greatest novels of all time)

[chalkysgarbagefire]

Eddie Munson: now at peace.

The words on the stone slab blurred in his vision--he wanted to scream, wanted to fight, kick, and bite--anything, because Dustin Henderson wasn’t at fucking peace.

He knew the process, the ‘five stages of grief’, as the counselor had called it. She’d said with a calm voice and pitying eyes that it would “take some time”, and it was “natural to feel lost” and “you should really go to the earthquake survivor support group”. But how could she know? There was nothing fucking natural about what had happened to them. It wasn’t Hawkins that split in two, but Dustin’s whole fucking world.

(He understood why Max rolled her eyes at the therapists now, and that was a whole other regret on its own.)

So here he stood, in front of an empty grave for a boy who would never grow older. For a brother who would never see Dustin graduate (and wasn’t that the kicker? Dustin would get to do the one thing Eddie wanted most), never get to see his own dreams manifest, never, never, never--

The sting of nails against his palms was grounding. Their blind eyes see not your tears flow.

There was new graffiti on the grave marker, and with a sigh, he began his weekly ritual, his self appointed penance for being the one to walk away. It is easy to be dead.

Each step he took sent soapy water over the rim of the metal pail. The doctor told him to rest and to be careful, but why should he? Everyone else was always pushing themselves past their breaking points, taking the hits for the sake of the Party, because someone had to ‘think of the children’.

A flash of bloody teeth in the underworld. A chair in a metal room, blood stained knee high socks.

He wasn’t a child anymore.

#stranger things #eddie munson #dustin henderson #main character death #processing grief #chalky writes #chalky fanfic #chalk dust #bonus points if you can point out the poem I like to use constantly lmao

[raayllum]

Anyway time to talk about the 6x03 poem:

As many others have speculated judging by the map, Captain Skall made her way to Hook named after her, and then "as east she sailed into waters so deadly and cold" in the Frozen Shards, her ship eventually being stuck and meeting her doom there.

With that out of the way, I want to talk about other pieces of info, why this might be the poem for 6x03 specifically, and where I think Skall may fit timeline wise:

"From the isles without name" makes me think of the Independent Isles in between Evenere and Katolis.

"sailing north, she called herself free" makes me feel feral with Callum (and Rayla) doing the same in hopes of freeing Callum from Aaravos' grasp by destroying the prison

"Through forests and flowers, past the uneven towers" clearly symbolizes Katolis, indicating that Skall lived once most of the human kingdoms had been established, and thereby post-Exile/Exodus.

"Skall hungered for glory, she wanted a story / they’d tell it long after she died". Routinely we see a desire for glory / worthiness / power described as hunger ("Hungry for knowledge and power" / "But that small taste left some humans hungry—starved, even—for a better path. An easier path. And thus Elarion became the birthplace of a new form of magic, a shortcut to primal power: dark magic"). This also comes into seeking a legacy.

"So with winter wind’s blowing / she sailed north, forgoing / a man who’d have made her his bride". This is where we see the poem take a more negative slant in a few ways. The first is winter, wind, and north, setting up a future unfortunate turn of events. This is also the first mention of Skall having something else in her life other than adventure and something she had to subsequently abandon. While the end of the poem is much more on her side of feelings, "forgoing" does mean "renouncing; sacrificing or giving up" something that is more positive.

"Alone in the cold, yet ever so bold" again adds to the more negative feeling the poem is building, as boldness is in the contrast with "alone in the cold" that's overall negative and maintaining a bit more of an upkeep. Likewise, we see the return of the wind with an even more negative connotation in wailing in the following stanza: "And oh, winter wailed / as east she sailed / into waters so deadly and cold". We see the return of cold but also the change into things being 'deadly' (although there were still hints of danger earlier, as 'bold' indicates).

"Then came the ice, and trapped in its vise" The cold finally catches up to her, and we see ice return as a form of entrapment (2x06, 3x08, 3x09, 5x04, 5x06, 5x08). Most interestingly, "vise" is a tool with closable jaws for clamping things. Maybe the ice is magical, or the jaw of a great (the dragon we've seen in the trailer) creature?

"And while she found peace / she wished that, at least / she’d told him she loved him, always". While the poem ends on a somewhat bittersweet end (at death but at peace), we do see that Skall died with a final regret to the man she could've wed but left instead.

Or you could say, a last wish.

Either way, the poem paints a rather grim journey: going North didn't hold the same freedom and achievements that Skall hoped for, and instead led to entrapment, separation, and death.

That said: there's a few Rayllum-y things I think we can glean from this poem, for starters:

1) The episode will likely have a strong focus on Callum and Rayla sailing to and/or through the Frozen Sea on whatever ship they're planning to use to get there. This leaves 6x02 "Love, War, and Mushrooms" more open to either explore other plot lines or another pit stop in their journey (like say, the Silvergrove)

2) The poem itself has pretty clear Rayllum parallels, specifically in TDP's continual gender subversion of the women who puts other things above her romantic relationship, even if it's likewise seen as a sacrifice. Rayla left Callum in order to protect him/the world from Viren, even if that meant damaging their relationship, and Skall puts her desire for glory and adventure over presumably a more settled married life at home. (Excuse me while I scream over "forgoing a man who'd have made her his bride.")

3) The poem likewise has some parallels to Rayla's "Dear Callum" letter specifically. There are wishes expressed of the leaving party, a desire to have made feelings more plain that Callum reiterates in 5x04 when they think they're about to die ("I hope you know—" "I know"), and most notably, a parallel to the always mention:

she wished that, at least she’d told him she loved him, always.

But, if it does—if you feel that soft aching—know that that piece of your heart isn’t missing. It’s not missing at all, Callum: I’m carrying it with me! Always. I love you. I love you so much.

4) All this bodes quite well for 6x03 being an episode with a big Rayllum moment in it — perhaps even their Big "You Finally Came Back" Talk — especially since there's not much else to (presumably) happen on a ship if they're just travelling somewhere (and not being pursued this time).

Episode Speculation (a summary / misc thoughts)

Callum and Rayla travelling to the Frozen Sea

Big Talk happens

+ potential love confession / reaffirmation?

They reach the other end of the Frozen Sea

Maybe fight the big dragon from the video game teaser we see with Rayla (like Skall, she has literal hooks = blades) whose guarding or in their way to the Starscraper? Could account for the jaws and maybe the ice

One of them is worried and/or has a moment of thinking the other person is hurt/injured bc of said dragon fight?

Maybe some Aaravos backstory in his lost love (although like I said, I don't think it's Skall exactly — I still think the likeliest names are Elara-adjacent or Kalik)

Episode Title Speculation (in about this order):

The Frozen Sea

By River and Sea

Always (this would be my personal favourite and i would never stop screaming)

#tdp #the dragon prince #analysis series #the english major strikes again #tdp meta #analysis #rayllum #s6 spoilers #tdp spoilers #6x03 #s6 speculation #predictions #+ bonus 'i love you with all of myself. i always will' & 'you know i'm always here for you right?' #it's been a long time since i've sat down to analyze a poem so this is fun

[i-am-not-a-twinkie]

Child of the sun

Who was shining and bright

and child of the moon

Who lived by his light

The sun who shone for all to see

And was deemed a radiant bloom

Who only saw his brilliant light

Reflected in the eyes of the moon

The moon with power other's feared

As strong as the will of the sea

Brought to his knees by the warmth of the sun

By his side was where he longed to be

People said the moon was cold

With no light of his own

The sun saw only beauty

In his soft and eerie glow

People feared the sun would burn

Or his light would blind them

The moon found joy in his bite

And vowed to stand behind him

Their endless dance through the sky

Was plain for all to see

The beauty and grace of a love

That was never meant to be

And yet in the rare twilight

The time they shared together

On mingling breath hushed whispers said

A promise made, to be forever

But the day came the sun shone too bright

And was snuffed out too soon

And without the sun's radiant light

The moon was gone too

#i wrote a poem #I'm not really proud of it #but i finished it #bonus points if you can guess who it's about before checking the tags #art #tumblr #my poem #poem #original poem #poetry #sun and moon #cod #cod ghost #cod mw2 #cod soap #cod ghoap #ghoap #ghost x soap #ghost #john soap mactavish #soapghost #soap cod #soap mw2 #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #simon riley #mcd

[verademialove]

“I read poems when I’m lost, or when I have a lot to say.”

Romance Is A Bonus Book (2019)

#romance is a bonus book #romance #romantic academia #romantic #romance is not dead #lee jong suk #quotes #poetry #poem #writing #life quotes #dark academia #literature #aesthetic #love #lit #dark academism #dark academic aesthetic #kill your darlings #dead poets society #fragments of my mind #poetry fragments #excerpts #kdrama aesthetic #kdrama #first love #love quotes #love story #love quote #expressyourlove

[princessofpatras]

LYKMC Ch.16 Sneak Peek

Laurent’s rage was a cold thing; a dead weight he dragged behind him through the shadowed streets of Arles like a corpse. It made no noise, offered no insights. It wanted only to be still and fall apart—to lie down and rot. But he dragged it onward, scraping down the sidewalks toward the one place it wanted least of all to go; home.

The house was dark when it came into view. Only the lamppost out front remained on; a lighthouse beacon burning through the dark. This way to shore, it screamed, this way to wreckage! So that way Laurent went. Home. There was nowhere else to go.

A shadow grew from his feet, stretching out in front of him on the driveway. Laurent glanced over his shoulder just as the roar reached his ears, and saw a single round light like a fallen star shooting down the road right toward him where he stood. He stepped out of its path just in time to avoid being struck by the motorcycle as it careened to a stop, tires squealing as they skidded against the asphalt in the place he’d just been standing.

The rider killed the engine and ripped off his helmet, releasing a spill of shaggy hair that dimly reflected the yellow lamplight. “Jesus! I almost hit you!” Auguste exclaimed, the wide whites of his eyes glittering faintly. “What the hell are you doing skulking around in the dark?”

“Shhh!” Laurent hissed, glancing back toward the house. The windows remained dark, no sign of life behind the glass.

“Ohh, I get it,” Auguste said, dismounting clumsily. He lowered his voice to a loud whisper, his teeth flashing proudly as he grinned. “You snuck out!”

“You’re drunk.” Laurent could smell the alcohol on him from six feet away.

“Did you go to a party?” His brother took a wobbly step toward him, reaching out with a gloved hand. “C’mon, you can tell me.”

Laurent dodged his hand with a backward step. “Yeah, Auguste,” he said dryly. “I was at a party.”

“Cool,” Auguste said awkwardly, his excitement all dried up. He scratched the back of his neck, the leather of their father’s jacket creaking as he moved. “Did you have fun?”

“No.”

Silence fell between them like a curtain. Nicaise’s ring was burning a hole in Laurent’s pocket. It took all his conscious control to resist the urge to touch it; to close his fist around it.

He crossed his arms and looked his brother up and down, from his wrinkled jeans to his greasy hair to the dark bruise staining his jaw. “You look like shit.”

Auguste let out a breath of laughter, looking down at himself with a shrug. “Yeah.”

“What are you doing here?”

“What am I …?” He blinked in confusion. “I’m coming home.”

“I thought you lived with Jord now.”

“Laurent, I—”

“Or aren’t you planning to move in with your new girlfriend and her fiancé?” He expelled a sharp laugh, throwing his head back to gaze up at the winking stars. “What a fucking mess.”

Auguste’s brow furrowed. “I’m not dating anyone. Where did you hear that? Did Damen say something to you?” The tension in his brow suddenly released as something appeared to dawn on him. “Have you been spying on me?”

“Do you think she loves you?” Laurent said. There was a tightness in his chest, behind his ribs. He pushed his words through a constricting throat, and they cut like shards of shattered glass on their way out. “You’re nothing to her. You’re a plaything. And you’re too stupid to even see it.”

He turned away and started down the stone walkway, leaving Auguste to work through the anger and confusion that battled for control of his face.

“Hey,” Auguste called out as Laurent was climbing the shallow steps up to the door, halting him. “Were you there, in Eden? The club. Was … oh,” Laurent glanced back to see a look of horror take hold of his brother’s face. “Was Torveld there?”

Laurent did not answer, just walked into the house and closed the door behind him, remembering the need for stealth only just in time to press the latch in gently. With numbness in his heart, he seemed to float up the stairs on muscle memory.

Once in his room, he hid Nicaise’s ring in his jewelry box, tucking it into a small velvet-lined box that held another ring—a gold band with a blue sapphire that matched his earring. After a moment of hesitation, he reached under his collar to grab the pendant of Saint Michael and pulled the necklace off over his head. He dropped that into the box too, and locked it back up before returning it to its hiding place amidst the shadows under his bed.

A knock on his door sent a jolt through him. “Laurent?” His brother’s soft call was muffled through the wood. “Can I come in?”

Laurent didn’t panic; he’d locked his door. He still had a few seconds before he would have to answer. He rushed over to his desk and taped the jewelry box key to the underside of it—where he’d been hiding it since the day Auguste tore his room apart—then took one last glance at his bed to make sure the box was fully concealed.

Auguste’s fist was raised when Laurent opened the door; poised to knock again. He lowered it when Laurent motioned for him to come inside. In the overhead light, Laurent could see the flush staining Auguste’s cheeks and creeping down his neck.

“Laurent,” his brother began when the door was safely shut. “I know I seem … I’m not mad at you, I promise. Please, just—has Torveld behaved inappropriately with you?”

Laurent leaned back so that he was almost sitting on his desk and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “What do you mean ‘inappropriately’?”

“Has he,” Auguste said haltingly, clearly fighting to keep a grimace off his face, “you know … made you feel uncomfortable, or touched you anywhere he shouldn’t be touching you, or—”

“No, Gus. Jesus,” Laurent pushed up off the desk and crossed to his bed, where he began moving the remnants of his homework off the bed to the nightstand. “Why would you ask me that?”

Something in Auguste’s eyes hardened, and he placed his hands on his hips. “So I didn’t see Torveld kissing you at that club?”

“What? You’re delusional. I haven’t been to any club.”

His eyes narrowed, searching Laurent’s face. “Are you lying to me?”

“No,” Laurent snapped, “I’m not fucking lying to you.”

“Hey, watch it,” Auguste said, throwing up his palms. “It’s just something I thought I saw. And … something Kastor said.” His brow furrowed in thought. “He said it was you who told him I was with Jokaste. How did you know that?”

“Intuition,” said Laurent, straightening his spine.

“Intuition?” Auguste scoffed. “You expect me to believe that?”

He pursed his lips and shrugged. “Honestly? No.”

Auguste shook his head. “Why did you tell Kastor? How did you even get in touch with him?”

“I didn’t. I told Uncle.”

“Uncle.”

“I told him what I suspected, and he tracked your phone to the club. We were worried about you. You’ve been acting strange, not like yourself. Drunk at all hours, getting into fights, disappearing for days on end,” he said with a blistering look that made the color in Auguste’s cheeks deepen. “Uncle must have told Kastor. Maybe he was trying to stop it before it got out of hand. To protect you.” Or to protect himself.

Laurent suddenly recalled something his uncle had said about Damen. He is circling too close to our walls.

“Why is Jokaste so interested in you?” he asked Auguste.

#sneak peek of ch16 as promised! #bonus info! this chapter and chapter 17 are both going to be titled after lines from the same poem #(i posted the poem here last week) #lykmc updates #lykmc #my writing #laurent of vere #auguste of vere #captive prince fanfic #captive prince

[inkylizard]

I guess I never posted this, because I wrote it in 2013(?), before I started this blog, and never went back for it. I think it holds up though. The first words I ever had for feeling like I can’t form memories at the speed of life. bonus content: the recording @narcissistcookbook​ made of it, under a previous (secret) identity.

#bonus bonus content #explaining to Don that i'm very picky about how my poems present typographically #and that i couln't type it into tumblr because i don't think in sans-serif #i'm well aware that's the most pretentious thing i've ever said but here we are. #D: Okay but I don’t think you think in Times New Roman Either #K: I don’t. I’m pretty sure that’s Georgia. #(It’s actually Cambria)

[catilinas]

had not previously considered this but. why is crassus(‘ unavenged ghost) the first named person in the pharsalia??????

#ignoring place names + quis furor o cives etc #i need to think about this more bcs like. umbra […] crassus inulta is SO adjacent to stat magni nominis umbra #which sadly is Not the first time pompey is named. it’s like the third. but all in the same chunk of text at least?? #as in. it’s adjacent to stat magni nominis umbra in that there is a ghostly member of the triumvirate #(mimetic double decapitation bonus too) #either prominently named (crassus) + a ghost + not otherwise appearing in the poem #(yes crassus was dead when the civil war started so his appearance woukd be. unusual. but not unprecedented! julia’s ghost DOES appear!) #or prominently unnamed (ghost of a great name / the name magnus. lucan loves to get pompey to vanish into puns on his own name) #+ proleptically dead #+ arguably the Main Guy in the poem. i will not say the protagonist but like he is very much There And Important #anyway this post brought to you by me thinking huh i don’t think about crassus enough #thank you trikaranos 🫡 #pharsalia #beeps

[aishterukii]

Truly the most eloquent individual ever

#this is literally the only thing keeping me going during my prelims #on my second read already dnfjs i really wanna see how they translated his full love bonus!!! keiji kane and mai chinese poem buddies fr #kanetsugu naoe #ikesen kanetsugu #i still can't believe he's in en!!!! cant wait for him to be in more events #did his romantic end first because im a sucker for that cg its sooooooooo soft i love them sm

[ooey-gooey-angel]

Tbh going to a used bookstore and leaving with a few cowboy poetry books printed in the early 1900s really does wonders for the soul

#bonus points for one of them having a few queer poems #my basic psychological and self-fulfillment needs have been met #I need to explore more bookstores #Oh to be a bookshop owner that specializes in old and specialty print books

[kisaragihoney]

top five taskmaster moments

alex horne sitting his bare ass down on a cake and it went up his asshole

mark and nish's song about rosalind

lisa tarbuck fucking KILLING that toy soldier

noel fielding banana

rhod gilbert's greg davis pin up photo bit

#tine answers #anonymous #bonus: asim's greg davis love poem rap

[ambiguouspuzuma]

faun

the debutant takes to the floor like nothing I have seen before, with goat-like legs but human torso, and human muscles, only more so, homespun clothes and cloven hooves, a tail that flickers as he moves, cheeks like a rose, replete with thorns in a small pair of twisted horns, but dances in my empty hall as if it's him who owns it all and I'm the one who's out of place, with ruffled hair and reddened face, all of a sudden ill-at-ease and swaying on unsteady knees. he is the monster. nonetheless, as stray hairs fall over my dress, watching the swirl of mismatched limbs he has me fauning over him.

#poem #poetry #a bonus poem for you today

[lbibliophile-sw]

Vader's Miracle

@whumptober-archive - Day 31 (alt 5): body modifcation

My arm lies on Geonisis, My other limbs on Mustafar My replacement hand I lost again Fighing on the second Death Star.

Between the lava, and the lightning All my nerves are toast. So I gave up my whole body And became a Force Ghost.

Based on The Miracle by Llewen the Unruly

#bonus filk to celebrate making it to the end of the month #whumptober 2023 #no.31 #body modification #altprompt #star wars #poem #dismemberment #severe burns #electrocution #character death #darth vader #bingo fill

[daydadahlias]

can we hear the poem? 👀 or no?

#poetrydrop

#pigeon #anon #10 bonus points to the people that remember my fic tinted windows that this poem is based on lol #:) #poetry reveal can u believe it #I am not a very good poet 😀 but I’m trying