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hazel-callahans · 7 months

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if kit tanthalos and hazel callahan met, that would be the craziest interaction.

hazel would be absolutely starry-eyed over how effortlessly cool kit is as a princess knight with her sword, and i genuinely think kit would hate hazel immediately the way she hated elora. and then kit would see that hazel can take a beating and can actually fight AND can also make bombs out of thin air…..

basically i think they’d be best friends in the end.

#sorry this is me just . SLAMMING my interests together #for no reason #just a square peg in a round hole #and i’m SHOVING IT IN #FULL HOMO #ruby cruz im literally so in love with you #i will write you poems every day #bottoms movie #bottoms 2023 #willow 2022 #hazel callahan #kit tanthalos #ruby cruz #lover!#*text #god i feel insane

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haxxydraws · 2 years

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YES! YES! THE TIGER IS OUT!

#eye strain #2022 #tiger #a small celebration abt moving on #this was a bit cathartic to draw! yesterday was my last day at my dead end job #and the tiger poem kept repeating in my head as i dealt with my final shift

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boysaints · 1 year

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diary entry with failing pen, published in streetcake magazine

[ID: black text growing progressively lighter until it blends in completely with the white background. text transcript:

& truthfully i spent most of my life wanting to write like those restless white men like bukowski’s unique brand of sadness so permeable i could smell it if i put my face to the paper & truthfully i spent most of my life wanting to be bleak by nature to write about trees shorn of leaves so intuitively understood in my desolation though i don’t know if it would save me to make my misery nameless & abstract & able to disappear into the ink & it’s mostly because i don’t think that sort of torment belongs to me the lethargic sort i mean i thought i was supposed to make something useful from my sorrow take the needle & thread & sew the gap together & truthfully i spent most of my life wanting to be visible but only in the ways i could control i wanted to be a beautiful girl wasting away on someone’s leather couch eating only the air & didn’t those white men have wives & children & families how did they afford to lock themselves in a room for hours on end drunk on bottom-shelf liquor & truthfully i wanted my torment to be tangible but nothing else i wanted to ask CAN YOU SEE ME at the top of my lungs & hear someone shout I’M RIGHT HERE back at me sweep their tender breath over my stammering nerves i wanted to write things falling from the sky i wanted to write love into existence i wanted to write my depression into just a bad dream a bad dream a bad dre]

#big day for mental illness!#sweep their tender breath over my stammering nerves is one of my favorite lines i wrote in 2022 im ngl #writing #words #poetry #poem #prose poem #spilled ink

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lesoldatmort · 2 years

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Cross the bones, thread the shade Eyes seek truth, now unmade Open jaw, sight stretched wide Life consumed, breath denied

| GARDEN OF MAGICK | Drawtober day 1-5

Let the spooky season commence!

💀 PATREON | Instagram | Twitter | Prints |

#drawtober #drawtober 2022 #skull #witch #dark art #digital art #ink #digital ink #occult #illustration #design #fantasy art #FIRST DAY LETS GOOO #poem by Squeemu as each year!#thank youu

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dobaara · 2 years

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my anger and loneliness are lovers. 08/24. S.R.

napowrimo day 24 using @mercuriian's prompts (x): a poem about something you can't do

transcript under the cut:-

my anger and loneliness are lovers

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The bodies on the olive branch writhe. The leaves fall one by one when I cut the tongue of Nemesis. A clean swoop, a bloodied strike. It falls to the floor writhing like the fishes I caught yesterday to eat. It whispers to me, secrets that are not secrets anymore. What is the point of the world when it is not hidden anymore?

I find myself in a cracked mirror each night. From a world where every heart is a stab wound, some with the knives still buried in them. It scorches my skin when I try to pull them out. The knives find a home in my hand, I find a home in the edge.

Let me be clear: every version of this story ends with rage licking my body all over before slaughtering me by feeding me ignorance.

II

My anger and loneliness are lovers. They stroll the gardens hand in hand and each kiss of theirs turns my world to dust. My loneliness throws a fit of rage each night if they do not get to sleep on either side of me. When they get married, I can do nothing but sob and stare at the sparkle each knife has. There is no fire to extinguish this wounded rage.

When I was seven, my father taught me to make a fist. He taught me to make a fist when I was seven and I carry those punches in a sack that chars my hands. And my anger is all early apologies as it throws me to the ground, tears it apart, and feasts on them like a servant of hades.

III

I cannot let them go. While anger and loneliness wander off for their sojourn of the world, I feel alone without them like a picture in a stained glass window. Immovable and longing for someone to see them and not look.

I get down on my knees and pray at a shattered altar. I pray my anger is enough to die out. I pray that my loneliness dies with it too, two lovers in a locked embrace, reunited by demise. I pray the enemy (hope) is strong enough to stop me. I twist the serpent and bee in a reunion of mayhem. I do not wish for them to leave. I would be all alone then. I do not want to be alone. I do not want to let them go…

Forgive me, I have eaten up all the anger from the store-bought box. I think I should buy one more in another flavour.

— S.R.

#my writings #my poems #napowrimo #napowrimo 2022 #napowrimo 2022 day 24 #poetscommunity #writerscommunity #poems on tumblr #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poetblr #litblr #writeblr #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled words #spilled poems

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juan-francisco-palencia · 2 years

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A flower on the way.

"Love never prevents man from following the instinct of the heart. When this happens, it is because true love never existed. That which nature promulgates is dyed in heaven, in the entire soul."

— Juan Francisco Palencia.

#writers on tumblr #spilled ink #juan francisco palencia #writing #feelings #love quote of the day #reflexions of my life #love poem #poets on tumblr #life philosophy #poetry portal #vitruvio #words from the bottom of the heart #summer 2022 #soul literature

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its-hyperfixation · 2 years

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feels like this could be forever tonight, break these clocks, forget about time

merwaine fest 2022; day 5

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ragewrites · 1 year

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Untitled, Lianna Schreiber 28 / 11 / 2022

#spilled ink #inkstain #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #free verse #freeverse #freeform #free form #2022 #i haven't existed at normal hours since 2003 #anyway. poem to start or end your day

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sheshallfromtimetotime · 1 year

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https://poets.org/poem/poem-where-no-one-deported

#National Poetry Month 2023 #day twelve #poem where no one gets deported #José Olivarez #National Poetry Month 2022

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amor-est-potestas · 1 year

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Day 31: Hallowe'en Autistic Pride

I'm proud to be me. I might be autistic, or I might not be, But I share weird interactions, And inhibited olfaction, With this whole gold community.

I'm proud to be me. If I watch different programmes from the self-same settee, Or if the volume's too loud, But I'm making more sound, By tapping my hand on my knee.

I'm proud to be me. When the most complex patterns are easy to see, But I have to correct, Every minor defect, Forgetting that it might displease.

I'm proud to be me. And we all should be, We deserve to be proud, To stand up and stand out. And to count, And to shout: I'm proud to be me.

#auctober #day 31 #autistic pride #autism #actually autistic #auctober 2022 #day thirty one #poem

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goodfish-bowl · 1 year

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I’ll Come Home if You Call

EctoberWeek Day 26: Six Feet

I could come home

but only if you called for me,

because I’m too scared

to cross this distance otherwise.

But if you are waiting there for me,

then I’ll find the courage

to make my way to you.

I might not be the same,

I might be completely different,

but would it really matter

if both of us are together?

Would you let me stand

amongst the living

even though I no longer belong?

Death has taken from me

as it has you

because it took from us

the same thing.

But if you called for me,

I know I could come home,

even if I’m not the same

as I once was.

@ectoberhaunt

#danny phantom #ectoberweek2022 #ectober week 2022 #day 26 #Six Feet #goodfish draws #goodfish writes #dp fanart #poetry #you know sometimes you just gotta write a poem about how death changes people #coming back ‘wrong’ and all that #six feet some how just ended up meaning danny got buried and this is what I ended up with #tried to keep the art simple since it was long

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fellhalcyon · 2 years

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please take care of my heart for me.

tin + tol, triage, 2022.

[for francis.]

#tintol #tin x tol #triage gifset #low quality gifs of a high quality show <333 #i started this because i wanted to and then i finished it because i decided it was a gift #(executive dysfunction hacks ftw)#also because this show is criminally underappreciated and i'm very grateful to francis for hyping it up #but anyways!!! this is one of my favoritest love poems in the history of ever!!!#and of course triage is taking over my life atm so the urge to combine the two came upon me at an ungodly hour a day or two ago #and here we are!#i'm not satisfied but. would i ever be #triage the series #triage #triage 2022 #e e cummings #i carry your heart with me #i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)#tw blood

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creatediana · 8 months

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“A Pit Called Despair” - a poem written 11/21/2022

Image description: messy handwriting in black ink, with lots of scribbles and things crossed out, notes to self, and song lyrics. Atop the page it says “I’m Just Not Here Today” in place of a title.

The poem: There’s a pit called despair and I live there, and it’s custom to see hypocrisy in its casual way, like every day, and all things passing by one open eye.

It’s an ugly old pit, I will admit, but I’m uglier still in lack of will. It is not very deep, but rather steep that I’ll never climb out— at least I doubt.

Beneath the poem is written: “Like everything else today, this disappoints me.”

#2022 #college years #handwriting #anapestic meter #iambic meter #anapestic dimeter #iambic dimeter #yeah i was having a really bad day #octaves #poetry #poem #rhyme scheme #metrical poetry

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butchrat · 2 years

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"I worry of my mother's mistakes becoming mine one day" what if the apple finds its way to the tree despite the far fall?

Cyberbully mom club

Mumford and sons

Malcom Liepke

Margaret Atwood

Mara Avath

Ken Chen

Lorde

#happy mother’s day 2022 #web weaving #poetry #lesbian #wlw #words #lgbt #art #gay #music #poem #Mom #Abuse #Trauma #Childhood #Sad #Anxiety #Fear #Mistakes #Lorde #malcolm liepke

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dobaara · 2 years

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empty. 08/19. S.R.

transcript under the cut:-

[ID/ black text on a white background. the title "empty" is written the font modern no. 20 and the rest of the poem is written in arial.

empty

a broken newspaper. a tired frame of paintings. the shorts I wore yesterday seared my thighs blue. my chest is red because I ate strawberries ten minutes ago. I fill water in your promises. some blue some red some green. they manage to hold out and until ten minutes before you come they break.

my shoulders are wrapped around and beneath me when i look outside that afternoon. I fall onto the floor when I realize there is no seat. I wake up embraced by soil and I feel it is the only tangible thing around me. In the evening I go out for coffee and drink up empty cups. I go dancing that night and sink my teeth into fullness and rip it apart, only to be held back by a hand on my thigh and waist. fullness escapes by a single molar and it takes away my first two ribs along with it.

And emptiness holds me close. its embrace feels weightless as if I am embracing a cloud. there might be multiple variants. the one I have is a stubborn mistress, always running back to me, giving me nights of haze and pleasure, and sneaking into my closet by day. I carry it out in my bags and she finds others until I get off my shift. I remove some parts of myself and mold them into something easier to hold and be held by.

I want to hold and be held by something other than the bodies that sway in a consistent rhythm. I want to be torn apart by bodies on a heatwave night where the radio reports a documented death of emptiness at the bridge five kilometers away from my house, one which is an open and shut case. I want to be torn apart by fullness and feast on it as if it were my last meal alive.

— S.R.

#napowrimo 2022 #napowrimo 2022 day 19 #my writings #my writing #my poems #napowrimo #poetscommunity #writerscommunity #poetblr #litblr #writeblr #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled words #poems on tumblr #poets on tumblr #dark academia aesthetic #dead poets society

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sapsolais · 6 months

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#oh google. how do i fight the Melancholic Aches #y'know i'd nearly forgotten it was fall #until i got sick. n it was actually cold for about two or three days in a row sdkfjghfdg #n i dunno #something something your body remembers things before you do #n it feels. like if emotions were waves and i were standing at the shore. the waves were calm up till now n #now it feels like i was pulled in out of nowhere and my lungs are full of saltwater and it's sloshing around my heart and weighing it down #it's always this time of year #is that like a universal thing? or is it just coincidence #it's like this every year. (i mourn the previous) and just generally get caught up missing things #and then you couple that with all the other given circumstances and how *lonely* it's been lately. i mean how Really. lonely it's been #because like. the years up til now (i thought) were manageable. like 2020-2022 #(even though shit kind of hit the fan anyways. dfkjhfdgh. it's at least a little easier with people you love around. and it's at least a li #easier when you think they'll stay)#n now i'm just a lil lost and scared. and tired and i ache. and i am just a little sad #...#i try to make the best of things nowadays but it's just a bit much today n that's okay. there's always tomorrow #m'gonna go make some tea #sap says #i've been thinking of making a separate blog for poems and thoughts but quite frankly i can't be bothered rn. skdjfhgf #maybe sometime though

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