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brown-little-robin · 2 years
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I have to write a 5 page research paper tonight and all I want to do is try a new poem format help
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asoftepiloguemylove · 11 months
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TOMORROW BY TOGETHER 투모로우바이투게더 Can't You See Me? 세계가 불타버린 밤, 우린… / Chen Chen Nature Poem; When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities / I Origins (2014) dir. Mike Cahill (via @anamorphosis-and-isolate) / Christa Wolf Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays / Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous / pinterest
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sorceresssundries · 21 days
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Gale's Poetry Journal - For Astarion
I would give you the sunlight.
I would bottle it, seal it, then stir it with wine. I would draw blood from sunbirds and infuse it with mine, Just for you to taste the dawn on your lips. I would halt an eclipse. 
And in place of the bindings of shadowy rope, I would spin silk from sunbeams, and stitch you with hope, Just so you could feel the sun on your skin. I would steal, beg and sin.
And if I can’t,
If the sun must outrun us, if dusk’s all we can hold, Then there’s warmth enough here to melt away cold. There will always be shadow - so we’ll embrace the night. We’ll let the day set, and savour sweet starlight.
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loverboybreakdowns · 2 months
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dean, adam, and self-sacrifice
man you’re wrong - demob happy // gun. - mcr // spn script // unknown // spn // mary - the death riders // too many times - the growlers // little brother - john dickson
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cerise-on-top · 3 months
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hi<3 if you can, can you do valeria and laswell with a gothic s/o? like someone who likes darker/morbid things and things like that! love your blog by the way! it’s definitely my favorite blog to come look at after a long ass day <333
Hey there! Sorry, but I couldn't really find too much on what counts as dark and morbid in the goth scene, so I wrote more general HCs, I hope that's alright still ^^;
Valeria and Laswell with a Gothic!S/O
Valeria: She’d most definitely be intrigued, but not too much. In all honesty, she doesn’t know too much about the subculture, she’s never really met a goth who was clearly one. However, if it makes you happy, that’s all that matters to her. While she won’t really know too many bands, or any at all, she’d be more than happy to listen to a few if you want her to. Yes, she won’t always have the time, but when she isn’t too busy she could put on some songs by Joy Division or The Cure, she really doesn’t mind. She can vibe to that sort of music, even if it isn’t her favorite. You’re more than welcome to discuss the literature with her, though. She’s probably never read a single gothic literature book, but she can buy you some. Anything from poetry to a regular novel, it’s quite alright. While she won’t be the best person to go to when it comes to discussing those, she’ll support you either way. However, something she could definitely enjoy would be going clothes shopping with you. The fashion is kind of nice, she has to admit, so she’d be more than happy to buy you whatever garments you desire. Will go out of her way to find something you might like as well. I can’t see her being too much into the history of goth culture, though. It’s nice that you are a goth, if you want to tell her about it, then you can and she’ll listen to you, but she likely doesn’t have the time to research everything by herself. Tell her about its roots and she can definitely appreciate you going against what’s mainstream and how it all came to be. She’s a very defiant and rebellious woman herself, so she definitely gets it.
Laswell: She knows so many people, I wouldn’t be surprised if she has worked with goths before. And even if she hasn’t directly, she’s likely seen quite a few walking around the city. She usually grows worried for them in summer since their attire is black, which makes it quite hot. However, she’d be very intrigued by you and your subculture. It’s something very near and dear to you, so she would put in the effort to learn about your history. Will give some classic bands a listen as well. She just really wants to have something to talk about with you. Besides, she gets to learn more about you. While she may not be the biggest fan of your interest in death, considering she’s surrounded by it more often than not, she’d be more than happy to indulge anything else it has to offer. Laswell spent a good chunk of life left alone with her thoughts, so she definitely knows a thing or two about melancholy, the state of the world and introspection. Maybe not in the same way you do, but she can definitely keep up in a conversation. She’s likely also unintentionally read some of the more popular gothic novels out there and liked them, so she’d make for a good discussion partner as well. While she doesn’t particularly understand the need to make your face completely white, she doesn’t mind. In fact, she thinks it looks quite cool, even if it’s not for her. However, the fashion in and of itself looks really good to her. Again, she wouldn’t want to wear it, but something about Victorian and Edwardian fashion has a certain something to it that she can’t quite place. Like Valeria, she’ll definitely buy you things she thinks you might like. Anything from a suit or a corset to a book about poetry. Beware, though, she will read the books before you can.
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hathaway-hayes · 1 month
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Herein lies the echo of the one Sturdiest Tree Whose final sway bowed before A wind-ridden lash of her tongue.
“We were happy,” I told myself. “He’s still happy,” she told herself. “But tomorrow is still tomorrow,” It told itself. And all the while, These yesterdays still pile up.
They pile like the car wreck, Avoided and observed, From the other lane, Culminating in train wrecks
Best avoided; and yet I never did.
- Hathaway Hayes (2024)
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simmyfrobby · 11 months
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― Voting as Fire Extinguisher, Kyle Tran Myhre
Hockey Poetry Post 48/?
(Photo credit: Dave Sandford, Chase Agnello-Dean, link, Chris Sweda, Debora Robinson, Bill Smith, Jeff Haynes, Chase Agnello-Dean, Jeff Vinnick, link)
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xoxoccarol · 24 days
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when it aches i quietly tell myself that we will talk tomorrow. i know tomorrow never comes. but it gets me through today. and i have a lifetime of todays to go.
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trickstersaint · 2 months
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on love poetry (fonts) // april 6 2024
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nootdraws · 1 year
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A Prayer For A Birthday
Haven’t really had the time to do any art recently but I wrote this poem last month and thought it fit Rosamund in a funny sorta way :). Hope you like <3
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oatbugs · 28 days
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procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally
#on my friends living room floor they love together but one of them has been london for weeks or maybe months#to be with her love. im on a foam mattress from one of their beds next to a glass bottle of water opened by one of them#in a mug given to me by another. the weather felt like my childhood today and it also felt like 2 years ago.#(put space in the heavens Einstein's idea and hes your friend too so nothing to fear) around the table they drank and laughed and i thought#i hope you keep growing so full with the love you receive . i hope your appetite becomes insatiable from how used to it you are#and i know youre all leaving soon but i hope one day you miss this and that youll be happy you miss it#its worth missing i think#i thought he didnt care but he said after exams hes going walk around this area over and over#(this is near where he lived and where we visited almost daily for a year)#(hed come across the bridge on a lake)#we went where she used to live and at the entrance a fox sat calmly. it just yawned and stared.#it felt important somehow. i think maybe their impressions of me will never be close to how i feel inside but i think#i love them enough for that not to matter. i dont think theyll ever know this. i dont think if they did it would change much.#and seeing them smile makes my heart glow anyway. today i tried their malaysian tea the ginger burned my throat#they warmed my heart. hes going to canada soon and hes going to the US soon and shes going everywhere soon ill never understand#how were supposed to live with memories and with seperation and with the past but we do it anyway so i think it doesnt matter much#i wanted to write a poem for the lab rats with the fibre optic wires lit with blue forcing them to turn around and around#something about how im sorry that the two photon arrays burned the inside of your brain. im sorry about the sharp points of multielectrode#arrayes. im sorry about everything we do to you. she asked to see me tomorrow. im trying to have self control but i miss her so awfully#last night my friend talked to me and i updated on everything that happened with love and the lack of it and she just started laughing#and she told me about the same thing from her side. and she told me about how she loved london because she would walk the streets#and she felt like the people were her. and her eyes would go over the people and the bag of bagels and the construction men they probably#have a kid at home maybe shes a daughter. this kid is crying for her mother and the building you just walked past caused#blisters and pain and people died in it and very likely people were born in it. we talked for hours and i felt like#i was holding her hand just like that time she held mine watching a horror film. i love her so much#my friend is a genius and i remember her picking up the charms of my phone and staring at the leaf hanging from them. shes side stepping to#music drinking dangerous cider and cocktails from a movie and chit chatting with billionaires and undergrads#i love her dearly. his head covered in electrodes. she tells me about a syrian guy shes in love with and she says#what you feel and what i feel is like cocaine. ive tried a lot of fucking cocaine.#she says ive reminded her of what living actually feels like and to never put energy into someone who doesnt see me this way.
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ragewrites · 5 months
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last poems of 2023, both holiday gifts meant for the same friend.
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dollhousemary · 1 year
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"colt — winchester revolver" — a poem about the colt and dean for yesterday's "weapons" prompt! (sorry to be a day late!)
sidenote: i couldn't find a real answer on what metal the colt in supernatural is made of? some colt paterson revolvers are made with steel and some with iron it seems so! idk! i went with iron cause it makes me think of blood and blood relations and all that good stuff ✌️
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finelythreadedsky · 3 months
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 On one level the book is about the life of a woman who is hardly more than a token in a great epic poem, on another it’s about how history and context shape how we are seen, and the brief moment there is to act between the inescapable past and the unknowable future. Perhaps to write Lavinia Le Guin had to live long enough to see her own early books read in a different context from the one where they were written, and to think about what that means.
-Jo Walton
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sexy-sapphic-sorcerer · 3 months
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Arthur Pendragon
'Woodtangle' by Mary Ruefle (excerpts)
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decisions-at-3am · 3 months
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You call me your darling, Missing the way my heart stops dead. Whispering sweet nothings, As if I have no other name.
Can't you see what it's done to me? Please call me yours again, I can't help wanting all to see. How lucky I have been.
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