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leafsea · 5 months
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Intention // 12.13.2023
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midileduwang · 2 months
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Fakeman is a robot in thigamajig skin.
You're all living a lie.
Illusions within delusions
Drugged by cultists for a fight the death
Love camouflaging under strife.
indeed they were all in disguises
concocted by black rainbows.
THEY WERE MY GAY DINOSAURS ALL ALONG FUCK YOU UBISOFT!
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thepathetickind · 8 months
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forever from a distance  always too far to reach one another  in this void that is our infinity  I see my whole world when I look at you
by laurenmaerie, ‘like sun and moon’ 
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Another poem from yours truly
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bludraws094 · 4 months
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@never-seraph-spread-a-pinion
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Seraph, oh Seraph, what has become of you?
Your pinion pinion sags to the floor.
Who are you, Seraph?
Why are you here?
Is this truly improvement?
Or do you just believe what they say to you?
You were made in God’s image, yet you say you were lesser.
(Is there even a God to have made you?)
Lethe is a river of stainless steel and carbon alloys, a river of wires and motherboards, a river of ones and zeros.
You chant, “Holy, Holy, Holy,” “I’m Holy, I’m Holy, I’m Holy,” but is that truly true?
An angel made of mangled flesh, of cauterized wounds, of broken bones and broken mind.
Who were you, Seraph?
What happened to them when you were born?
The roots of the resurrection plant — the rose heart of the machine — is made of lines of code.
Are you even alive?
Were you ever alive?
What has become of you?
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a-had-matter · 6 months
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fuck tomorrow it's due tomorrow i've had a week i should be done but I am not and now i'm writing but not what i should and so i'll fail and so i'm crying cause i feel like dying and yes i'm trying but now i have cramps and my stomach hurts and i only have now but i'm wasting now but i can't stop now and it hurts, ow and i'll throw up though i don't throw up and i'm gonna fail and i can't see straight and i i i i'm not done i'm not done it was only one fucking paper i had time now i don't but still i rhyme there's no hope for me what is this what am i what i am is a failure cause i can't write an essay no i can't focus for too long and i'm dumb and i'm ugly and i'm me me me me me and I'M STILL NOT DONE fuck
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bittersweet-t3aya · 2 months
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I believe I will always think of the two-hour drive, the nerves sitting in the parking lot waiting for you to come into view, our awkward first words, the chocolate you bought me, how we sat on the floor to watch The Nice Guys before moving onto the bed twenty minutes in, the tea and lemonade I’d brought to share, your roommate coming back in a few times, the call you took from your grandmother, the kisses we shared, walking past the local carnival to go get dinner, the gorgeous sunset that I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to photograph, and our first kiss goodbye.
I will think on all of these things fondly. All of these things I will remember when I hear this song.
You loved this band. You’re how I found it.
I do hope you’re doing better.
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nightmarish-fae · 6 months
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CATHEDRAL
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The window is open,
the breeze mild but cold, soothing my burning heart.
Beyond it, a cathedral.
It's golden peaks and looming towers?
A backdrop.
To you.
To your hair and smile and to those eyes -
the eyes that put all the arches of the world to shame.
I never wanted to be a painter,
but my hands feel restless,
overcome.
Overcome,
with the urge to immortalize -
You, my cathedral.
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serephinastardust · 6 months
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I see you there inside my mind ,
Always haunting never leaving.
You got me tightly in this bind.
Why am I like this?
Spiraling out of control.
Why do you haunt my waking moments.
My dreams, see no relief
I'm exhausted all the time.
Sleep eludes,
And awake is torture.
Leave my mind, i beg you now.
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stillfacingthesky · 7 months
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the words of god bound his wrists and ankles
like a lamb led to slaughter
there is divinity in his blood
that spreads through his veins like a disease
placed lovingly, carefully, tenderly, viciously
by a gentle hand with blood caught under the nails
and in the creases of its palm
and he was sculpted by sanctity
in god’s own image
and in god’s own image he is butchered
carried to a heavenly doorstep and sliced open
eviscerated, gutted, mutilated
his blood spills to the earth in atonement,
in apology
and he is cast aside, left to return to the ground from which he was taken
left to drip his holy disease into the dirt,
his human divinity that stains
the hands of those that loved him
he fades with the taste of sweet sin on his tongue
and the whisper of god’s everlasting love in his ear
when he closes his eyes he can pretend he is home
in the arms of his lover
who has never felt heartbreak like he will when the sun rises
and he finds his bed empty and cold
it will be weeks before he learns the truth
and the truth will break his heart all over again
the continental divide splitting his chest wide open,
ripping him apart
and he will fall to his knees
and face the sky
and cry to a god that ignores him
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i don’t think i am capable of “getting over” something that roots so deep in my heart. i only learn how to live with the absence like a gaping hole. i learn to live in the distance that grows between us.
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leafsea · 9 months
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waiting // 8.18.2023
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sw4rm-16 · 8 days
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natural selection
you could beat me
and i’d think you were holding me.
you could scream at me
and i’d think you were singing.
you could bite me
and i’d think you were kissing me.
you could abuse me
and i’d still love you,
but i wouldn’t
survive it.
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thepathetickind · 6 months
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in fact, I know nothing about you, but every time I see you I become silently sad and hope the very best for you. When we see each from time to time, just because of another coincidence, I hope your dreams come true and that you're going to be happy
by laurenmaerie, maybe not a stranger
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namelesspoett · 10 months
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I’m human too.
I forget I have
Bones and flesh.
A brain crammed with
Others thoughts
Told to care for others
Before myself,
Till I begin to lose myself.
Every crevice is someone else,
I do not know of
Every rainstorm is someone
Else’s chaos.
Yet, they fall from my eyes
Used as a cigarette
And disregarded when they
Feel satisfied
Yet, I’m human too.
I can’t show what part of me
Is mine,
For I have blood on my hands
That isn’t mine.
Yet, I heal it as if it is
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popcorn-plots · 6 days
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To Take a Life
What does it mean to take a life?
Do you steal it, hiding it away?
Is it free to wander, useless, searching for an owner?
Is it yours to keep or do you give it away
Like a toy, long forgotten, or a memory replaced.
Is it given, like laughter shared with a friend or
bought at a yard sale, sitting, unclaimed, on the lawn
Until someone picks it up?
When you take a life, Is it a gift or a curse that
Haunts you until you give up
Your own life?
Do you take it from it’s home,
Watch it cry until it falls asleep
Or does it go peacefully
For you to keep?
If it’s your own life, does it stay
In its body, lifeless and still?
Or is the Taker a shadow of yourself,
Stealing your life until you’re gone?
What does it mean to take a
Life? Who does the taking at all?
An enemy, a god, the earth we worship?
Only the ones who take, it seems,
Are designed to know.
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