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metamorphesque · 1 year

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i am the ashes of my flames whose firewood i became which minced me as i was an ax holded by my hands which burned me until i searched cooling in my ashes

Ashes, Erich Fried

#ashes #erich fried #poems #poetry #quotes #literature #translated literature #classic literature #selfhood

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recurring-polynya · 17 days

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i want the boots rukia is wearing in this color spread more than anything

#rukia kuchiki #it is a truth universally acknowledged that Kubo sure can design an outfit but the shoes he comes up with #are in some entirely separate dimension of coolness #there are different color versions of this floating around online where they are brown instead of black which i think i like better #but those were cropped so you could only see one of her feet #if *i* had colored them i would have made them a little more colorful #and thanks to the magic of art being available to all humans i can and PERHAPS I WILL #not me trying to figure out if this is the same outfit she had in the ska ending #it is similar but it IS NOT she had a cardigan there instead of this wicked leather jacket and no cute scarf and most importantly NO BOOTS #btw there is some sort of poem floating between chad and tatsuki you can't read it but in one of the hi res versions i found you can #it says: beatnix 5506 humble-rumble on the road o the middle earth in my heart crush beat #the rest is cut off but says something like 'the man of the [something] colored'#what in the southern fried tom bombadil is that supposed to be???#also ichigo has TWO wallet chains and cargo pants to nowhere. why. why kubo.

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kitsuimiko · 5 months

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新年の甘い匂いや松枯れる

shinnen no / amai nioi ya / matsu kareru

the sweet smell of the new year— pine trees withering

#haiku #poetry #poems #writeblr #spilled ink #俳句 #お正月 #the sweet smell is a reference to the way street cars selling sweet and fried snacks that pop up everywhere in the weeks leading up to new #years in the Netherlands #it changes the atmosphere of the entire city #and its the best #just a little different this year

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sfsolstice · 26 days

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holy word preached in rebuke:

how only the good angels be deserving

of sacred exaltation and devotion

but never warned of a rosy sin

who sweetly beckons just the same—

dear fawn, how you've been bewitched

by silver song of the devil at the pulpit

revealing the true nature of human need

to you, who now recognizes her own

in swells of heat, threatening to unchain

the restraints of obsolete teachings;

#poetry #poem #original poem #sfsolstice #not really about actual religion but it def can be #ugh i need a nap after this one #brain's fried to hell rn #poets on tumblr #poets of tumblr #poets corner #poets community #spilled poetry #spilled ink

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thorns-in-daisy-fields · 4 months

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I used to dream

about a person

who's features

never carried

over with me

in the morning.

I couldn't tell you

what they looked like,

sounded like,

or anything in

relation,

but I can tell you what

it was like

to be in love

with them.

It was foriegn,

but not strange.

I was cozy and safe,

right at home

by their side.

It was to be

full of embers,

and magnatism,

to be a moth

drawn to flame;

so innate,

so inhesitent,

with such a perfect,

quiet

mind.

They were almost hypnotic

with how they had me

hanging

onto their every word.

They knew exactly what to say,

what to do,

effortlessly giving and

endearing,

leaving no room

to question

their love.

To wake from those dreams

was to wake in

grief.

I would cry and ache

with loss.

I thought it was strange

to feel this way over

a silly, little dream

until I met them.

I try not to think

too superstitiously,

but sometimes I find it

harder than I think

I should.

I think I've met

the person

from my dreams.

Elated as I am,

there's still something

missing.

I feel

I'm in the right place

with nothing but my fear

holding me back.

They don't let me feel bad

for my anticipation.

To them,

it makes sense.

They don't push me inward,

so I stumble after them

on unsteady legs,

still a little seasick

from my past

because

I want to abandon this fear,

and find freedom in my love,

so that I may sink into

what I already know

I'm capable of.

-A love unshackled by fear

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ozcarr · 6 months

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Piece I did for class years and years ago. Still one of my favorites— I don’t draw animals a lot, but I drew and painted a lot of tigers in college for some reason.

The brief here was to to make something based on a poem or song. You know I had to rep my guy Nael, Age 6

#I love the staying power that poem had. like we’re all still talking about it. on tumblr at least #it’s a good one. deserved.#the tiger is out #my art #I gotta find the origional png of this. this one’s a little fried

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goatsmell · 1 year

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Rotating Potato Gun

Entanglements, attachments And some assembly required The only way out is through

Nobody remembers you The way that I do

#poem #twcpoetry #writerscreed #poets on tumblr #goatsmell #spud guns #are still guns #and a potato #is still a potato #even if it's a plate of fries #i have no idea #where this is going

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greatdragonorion · 2 months

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Dinner

The clock struck twelve and there came the toll of the bell. It world rattled and shook as everything went dark. The air lacked the scent of smoke, the feel of heat. The void was absent, darker than charcoal I once knew. I was tired and felt as though I was fevered. Shame really, I never did get dinner. It was going to be fried chicken, my favorite. We had the sink ready just in case it happened again. I waited patiently upstairs. It smelled so good, then so burnt. It got bright again. The void was no more. I was no more.

#writing #poetry #original poem #story #fire #death #fried chicken

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just-an-enby-lemon · 1 year

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I was looking up poems for a fic I'm planning about an unfrozen and cured Nora meeting Victors new "friends" - the other Rogues, mostly Scarecrow, Riddler, Two-Face and the Sirens, but other names like Mad Hatter, Anarky, Bane and Man Bat are mentioned, besides other cold based villans who just aren't from Gotham - and I discovered "Fear" by Sarah Teasdale and it just fits Jonathan soo well. It's a bit on the nose. But is still perfect for him. Now I'm headcannoing it as his favorite poem.

#nora fries #scarecrow #jonathan crane #sara teasdale #is a really good poem

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euesworld · 1 year

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"You've got nice buns, not gonna lie.. can I grab a handful of ass and thighs?"

I meant can I grab a handful of your fries, haha.. yeah, that's it - eUë

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url0n3lystarr · 11 months

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please just like me

I always find myself chasing after the other kids, pretending I was invited to play Cops and Robbers. Maybe if I pretend hard enough one day they'll ask me to play, I'll do whatever it takes, I'll play extra nice, remember all their names, bring cookies to school, do their homework.

fake it until you make it, I'll pretend it doesn't hurt when I find myself left out when asked to get into pairs.

even if its superficial I don't actually care, as long as I have a big group around me. I'll do anything for their praise, just a hint of doubt in how they perceive me and I'm a dog at their feet. the idea of being hated feels like being stabbed, that knife is covered in salt. I can tell you that there's no pain like it.

everyday i'll wake up and climb this desire like its a rock face, ill do it with no safety gear too! it'll make me look cooler and maybe they'll like me better.

pulling my limbs in knots, arching backwards making life easier for everyone but me. I wonder why Im so tired at the end of the week, checking in with everyone, making sure they're okay

but they'll never send me a get well soon.

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 1 year

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maybe making this mapo tofu will fix me

#the ancestors are ROOTING for me lmao #but also!!! food as a way to explore diaspora!!!#that’s like half my poetry lmao #maybe I’ll make jook too….#one of the most precious things in my life is talking to my grandma about #her dad who was from china & a fabulous chef #& then infusing those details into my own cooking & writing <3 #I’ll never forget the KINDNESS of this woman #who works at my favourite restaurant back home #before I moved away to school I asked her how they make their fried rice and she was like #noooo then you won’t ever come back!#(I’ve been buying there since I was 14 hehe)#and I was like nooooo I’ll never be able to make it as well as u im just moving!#and she ACTUALLY TOLD ME #I wrote a poem about that it meant a lot to me lol like that’s a very #personal & kind thing she did #never been able to recreate it as well as her obviously #so I always always always go back <3

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shynerdwantscuddles · 8 months

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Beef churger

#am I alone in this world #is there anyone outside this room #is reality an illusion and I’m the only person alive #how can we prove our own existence #why is time so maddening #where are the fries I ordered #were they ever really real?#have they been lost to the void?#a poem by me #/joking #I’m so bored lmao

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caemthe · 1 year

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“It looks like everyone is busy running around planning dates, making chocolate or starting new singularities but, in case no one has told you yet...”

You aren’t the love of my life, life is so short to limit what I feel for you. You are the love of my eternity, of my universe, time and space. You aren’t the love of my life because my life stopped being mine from that moment when I told you “I love you!”

#cu. ° ( lancer. )#dc. º ( haaa? )#/ my brain is fried and im busy today but lets see how many things i can come up with to spam the dash #/ btw it's a translation of a (spanish) short poem by valentin gasca

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justwatchmyeyes · 1 year

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Erinnern das ist vielleicht die qualvollste Art des Vergessens und vielleicht die freundlichste Art der Linderung dieser Qual

Erich Fried

#Erich Fried #quotes #life #love #important #tumblr #instagood #aesthetic #girl #literature #sad quotes #sad poem #zitate

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peapod20001 · 1 year

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Haha don’t pay me any mind oho

#vent #ok. so #I was! fine for the most part today! but then! idk what happened!#I’m like sad now! depressed? like. I kinda don’t feel real #I think I was giving myself anxiety over thoughts. got really clammy. literally shoveled goldfish crackers into my face #now don’t judge me but #I’ve been looking at things that make me feel bad for like. at least 4 hours now haha..#I dunno man it’s the adhd I got one thought about thing that made me upset and now I’m hours in and my emotions are fried #and. shh don’t tell anyone I feel things but I know have a fantasy of someone I can cry around #whehe how pathetic is that. scraping the bottom of the barrel here looking for another human just let me cry @ you #hmm. how did I go from thinking up poems for valentines only to. feel so cold and alone #I’m not crying. but. I definitely need to later haha maybe this all kickstarted from my two whole hours of sleep last night 😎#mhm so uh. if your reading this with the most cold unfeeling monotone voice then you are exceptionally accurate!i am currently not all here #can’t sleep now tho gotta. do other shit I guess #I’m laying in bed for a second though. my legs were very cold to the touch. unfeeling unhuman #oh and I might be balding potentially but that’s still just a theory. my dad noticed and pointed it out #haha what would I be withought my hair? another germ just populating this Earth?#oho ahh. hm. I’m just a trying to say I don’t fell right now if that makes sense. anyways

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