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mardy
writing songs since '22 and poetry since '24 ;))
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are you sure you're okay? you've barely touched your biracial trauma poetry
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sorry but im ripping my hair out IF ANOTHER SWITFY says that the tortured poets department IS POETRY FISJSNKSIDJJSKA
like creative writing will always overlap. lyric writing, poetry, fiction whatever. but you can't just SAY that one of them is another when ITS NOTT
like mate if it was poetry then it wouldn't have high and low notes😭??
i seen a comment on tiktok that said TS is writing what non writers THINK poetry is and not what actual poetry is like yes!!!! yes!!! js bc something is figurative and edgy doesn't immediately make it poetry. if you want to write a poem you CAN but don't write a song and claim it's a poem
it's like when TS said reputation was 'goth-punk' like..
it's not?? it's just not. you can take aspects of goth/punk music to make the album but that doesn't immediately make it goth punk, the same way you can be influenced by poetry and use elements of poetry to make an album DOES NOT MAKE IT POETRY
a second thing is, why is she calling it a double album? it's basically the same as midnights, there's an official album and then there's about 15 extra songs, 3am edition. the 'second' album is literally called The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology. it's a deluxe.
and im so so tired of all the album variants let the earth rest 😭
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of gold and amber
take this and give it to all my successors
and never tell them what it is made of
they won't understand gold is worth less than amber
the gods they believe in will eventually betray them
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glow sticks
an escapril re occuring dream... that actually does re occur and im getting SICK of it
glow sticks
two of them one for each hand
they're neon green and hardly luminouscent
i can see them but they can't see anything here
it's pitch black halloween i wouldn't know unless i was there
walking back down the lane after the kelly's halloween party im 8
young enough to trip on the rise down
two glow sticks is the only measure put in place so i don't scuff the underside of my brain on country roads
they had a grand staircase and donuts on a string i guess not everyone is a farmer
glow sticks
it's a reoccurring dreamsl that comes to me
an abyss as far as i know with two green glow sticks to guide my path
i think something may be here in the frame of the dream but to see it id need to squirt neon into my eyes
as far as im concerned im being paralysed
i see my hands gripping glow sticks like VR i hate coming here i always hate coming here
i learned nothing new only reaffirmations that i hate it here i hate it here i always hate it here i hate it here
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god i love poets
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oh the light!
napowrimooo
oh the light!
reading the newspaper
soaking in the light
when's the last time
you ever cried?
silver platter
gold coins
a house to shelter
a million asylum seekers
sat in their offices, let fall the danger
blueberry genocide, it's such a shame their
in their offices, let the guns fire
sweet apocalypse, on the liar
oh the liars!
oh the liars!
never seen so many people
on the shore
never seen so many tents
with so many holes
leave it to the people
fighting a war of opinion
it's fine if your silent
for every riot and public difference
silly o bhoidaín
silly seosamh
wanna say you're éireanach?
why don't you show us?
harris harris
simon rabbit
tell us tell us
are we going to stand in line
oh the line!
oh the line!
sat in their offices, let fall the danger
nobel peace prize, for the brave campaigner
in their offices, let the guns fire
nobel peace prize, for the lonely survivor
oh the light!
oh the light!
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if eurydice could see me now
song inspired by 'tear you apart' from she wants revenge
and of course, greek mythology
wrote this for napowrimo ☺️
eurydice, muse of mine
i'll take your hand, lead you to my time
let me bring you to this modern world
modern magic, modern love
if eurydice could see me now
look through my eyes, feel how i felt
well i think she'd be pretty proud
or pretty disappointed
just trying to keep it figurative
i write better now than i ever did
send them to tears with the first lyric
nymphs begging, me to risk it
(instrumental chorus)
i see you in parallel
eurydice please, show me hell
will you come up, if i come down
follow me, follow me
she still glitters like the swollen lips
skies of moons, a billion
im checking for a vision trick
to find out how to replicate it
oh muse i can't face you now
i would die, to bring you back
i play my lyre and don't believe the man
im not a fool, im just overwhelmed
blood pooling in the imprint you left
but i leave, there'll be no poets
i arise to the heart's music
i gave up, now i just make it
(instrumental chorus)
eurydice please, show me hell
I think she'll teach me pretty well
"..-dont help me you just help yourself"
she leaves me like a feeling
in modern hell
if eurydice could see me now
look through my eyes, feel how i felt
well i think she'd be pretty proud
or pretty disappointed
(3x with vocals in background and gets louder each time)
#my songs <3#song writing#lyric writing#songwriting#poetry#writeblr#writers on tumblr#original song#napowrimo#escapril
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uncategorised, what a dangerous place of one liners to be
#writeblr#poetry#song writing#the difference between the amount of songs i wrote in yhe whole of 23 versus 3 and half months of '24
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shared my work for the first time to other poets for critique and im not messing i genuinely want to kill myself
i can't im going to eat myself i have i stop existing
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my problem is that i WAFFLE
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monster - original poem
super proud of this :)
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mardy's masterlist:
these are the tags i use for original songs/poems
#my songs <3
#my poems <3
:))
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convinced i just wrote the HARDEST poem
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bruises because she's beautiful
original song abt difficult family relationships <3
they'll tell you
get back in the car
she's got issues
because she's young
and please don't ruin another lovely day
but if love was in the air then it wouldn't rain
and they'll tell you
it's just the long haul
‘she has bruises
because she's beautiful’
and what angel for putting up with it
purgatorys now
but 'of course' heaven is imminent
and we're all
so disappointed in you
can't you get slaughtered one more time?
hold off till nothing changes?
i can't want to wait two years just to be happy
it's just trousers to you it's not for me
i love you,
but you don't know how i feel
wanna scream look at your daughter
no, not her look at me
and doesn't it always end
with a slammed door
and teary girls?
one shallow, and one bitter
writing songs wishing it were different
go on get over yourself
suck it up make up
shake the hand that was dealt
don't ruin another lovely day
but i think if love was in the air it wouldn't rain
i know she knows exactly how she makes me feel
we look the same
but she stays far away
from my shoes
that's a first
ive been mugged down to the bone
but no it's only because she didn't have a coat
and we're all
so disappointed in you
can't you get slaughtered one more time?
hold off till nothing changes?
i cant to wait two years just to be happy
it's just trousers to you it's not for me
i love you,
but you don't know how i feel
wanna scream look at your daughter
no, not her look at me
i don't want to argue with you
cause you don't know what cargos are
you don't know what she's like
just go back to the car
drive to dun laoghaire with your eldest daughter
mourn what could've been a time of laughter
think of it for twenty minutes and never think it's your fault
bring it up the next time to prove im difficult
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they'll tell you
she's had issues because she's young
and you'll have bruises because your beautiful
and doesn't it always end
with a slammed door
and teary girls
one selfish, and one tired
id wish that it would change but
i already tried
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And because I do not fear death I am cursed,
A god who I do not believe in damns me to hell,
There is something within me he dislikes,
A spark of rebellion that snarls and bite’s,
And you ask me “do you not wish to be loved unconditionally?”,
And this makes me frown,
Such a love does not exist,
Even your god has a long list,
For you must be pure to climb heavens steps,
And in your book I’m about as stained as it gets,
Sinful for my ambition, my selfishness, my desire,
Loving people I shouldn’t with a passionate fire,
Chasing the ecstasy mortal sin provides,
Smoke in my lungs or my head between her thighs,
Because I will not kneel, nor beg his mercy,
Because I will not bow my existence is heresy,
So because I fear neither myself nor death you say I am damned,
I’m sorry you couldn’t ‘save me’ like you planned,
If my soul is black then with the devil I’ll dance,
In my cynical world your holy father never stood a chance.
- Artemis Morgan
#I’m sorry you couldn’t ‘save me’ like you planned#Such a love does not exist#i read that like : 😕 damn#poetry#that was so beautiful
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ghosts and the river
by unreal corvus
man, i wish i could leave here
where the fuck would i go?
spent most of my life here
this town's all i know
the streets and the sidewalks
wandered since i was young
are all crowded with ghosts now
their names ash on my tongue
don't see the changes day to day
how did the years just slip away?
no place could ever feel the same
i hear the river call my name
all the kids i grew up with
wonder where they have gone
guess they're all dead or scattered
somehow i lingered on
left for all sorts of reasons
grass is greener it seems
blown over the night sky
on the winds of their dreams
don't see the changes day to day
how did the years just slip away?
no place could ever feel the same
i hear the river call my name
i remember always running
i remember having dreams
river cabin summers
the wimahl when she gleams
wake up in that old house
with a future through the door
but that house is gone now
there's no future here
any more
yeah i wish i could leave here
my ghosts won't let me leave
all the friends that i've buried
hopes and loves that i grieve
all the stories and grave sites
family roots in this ground
keep my soul firmly anchored
keep me hanging around
i linger on from day to day
endure the years that slip away
once i ran here but now i'm lame
the ghosts and the river call my name
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went and looked through the doc I write down all of my various random song lyric ideas and man, it looks like a middle schooler’s teenage angst diary lol.
#the uncategorised folder of my notes app is actually a dangerous place#poetry#song writing#songwriting
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