#spilled poems | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

wedarkacademia · 6 months

Text

#quotes #dark academia #spilled thoughts #dark acadamia aesthetic #spilled ink #spilled words #classic literature #dark aesthetic #spilled poems #ocean vuong #on earth we're briefly gorgeous #book aesthetic #booksofinstagram #book quotes #booklr #books & libraries #books and literature #dark acamedia

2K notes · View notes

lamentofspring · 2 months

Text

— haley nichole green, excerpt from hope & a cup of tea

374 notes · View notes

harmony · 5 months

Text

and suddenly it’s another november of another year

of another year

and so on and so it goes and every september you think the next october will be better, perhaps the next november will be more healing than the last and and you can never live in the present because you’re so focused on the you of the future figuring it out

#poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #my poems #spilled thoughts #poems on tumblr #spilled poetry #my poetry #my writing #poems #female poets #original poetry #spilled words #poetry on tumblr #writing tag #daily poem #poet #spilled poems

129 notes · View notes

dobaara · 2 years

Text

I am brave in ways my mother could never be. And so was my mother, in ways hers couldn't be. They give birth to their freedom and pain instead of children. I think she looks at me and sees herself. Her pain is doused like electricity on a live wire. She asks for more morsels during dinner and to satiate her I cut myself into tiny pieces and give them to her. So that she can call me her daughter again without her jaws beginning to hurt. The same way I call her mine each day and taste copper on my tongue.

— when mothers and daughters are reflections of each other, S.R.

#hii i'm posting this in between class #pray this doesn't flop 🙏🏻#my writings #my poems #on mothers #on mothers and daughters #poems on tumblr #poets on tumblr #spilled poems #spilled thoughts #spilled poetry #spilled ink #poetsandwriters #poetscommunity #writerscommunity #poetblr #writeblr #litblr #studyblr

724 notes · View notes

zelphafrost · 6 months

Text

Soul's Home

I birthed vinyl floors and Shiplap accent wall You said “Brilliant!” But I felt my soul fading.

Bleached out And compartmentalized In this industrial structure Metal and too much glass

Intense craving For old wooden floors That have seen years Of anguish and tears

Ancient turret rooms Where hours were Spent reading Long novels

Wrought iron fences Topped with spikes Designed solely To keep out Malevolent entities

Yellowing wallpaper Stained by Pipe smoking Beside an ancient hearth

Bright Butler’s Pantry With cabinets for Laughing children To hide in

I shall lie In the attic dust Whilst the essence of Such a place Fills my being To completion

~Zelpha Frost 2023

#zelphafrost #poets on tumblr #poetry #poets corner #my poetry #my poems #poems #spilled poetry #spilled poems #spilled writing #poems on tumblr #spilled ink

72 notes · View notes

abrighterspark · 2 months

Text

you, latte lover

gold iris, copper flecks

glowing bright with siren song,

take me, punch-bowl satire

beach babe hair, soul-reader,

to bed; belong; lifelong.

#vows #spilled thought #spilled poems #writerscreed #poetic stories #short poems #rhyme #romantic poem #romance #love poem #perfect match #soulmates #life mates #heartsong #hearts #two hearts #lover

29 notes · View notes

jrambles · 2 years

Photo

You’re a great person, except for when you’re not. It’s possible I’ve lost perspective.

-my poem

#poetry #poems #original poetry #sad poems #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #spilled poetry #spilled poems #original poems #poem #sad poetry #mine #my poetry #jrambles #repost bc there was a typo in the og

711 notes · View notes

fluffyydumplings · 5 months

Text

You Are Love

You have brought upon me a sense of warmth that is akin to that of a boiling cup of tea

So many layers to your love and the words that you carry along with that beautiful crease of your lips

You don’t need a dash of cream or sugar for your grandeur to wash me away with awe

For only the sweet traces of the dried lavender leaves that is you has caved its way into the trapdoors of my intricate heart

And not the bitter lies and whispers people have deluded themselves into believing

My darling

A boiling cup of tea when waited for patiently

Eases me into a state of pure solace

The waft of the delicate layers that constitute who you are seeping into my very soul

Branching its way to my fragile mind and entangling a flower wreath into the twines of my unsightly thoughts

A water droplet of condensation ushering me into a pathway littered with bottled messages of ardency

So utterly compelling, I dissociate into puddles of love

My darling

A boiling cup of tea when consumed right away

Burns the width of my very tongue and leaves me in a state of bewilderment

The convoluted and concentrated love that you bring upon everyone that knows of you

So dauntingly illustrated in the presence of your burning gaze that it leaves me speechless like a gasping grey robin perching on the branch of a eucalyptus tree

My darling

A boiling cup of tea once rendered cold

Thaws its way to the burning heat of my apprehension and mistrust in mortals

The chilling truth of your very perspective and interpretation of life that I will never find anywhere else but in that of flowers that die for the sake of another to bloom in its beloved patch of dirt

So hauntingly incomprehensible that I can’t help but drip cerulean tears into the unapproachable cup of tea in my dust-cluttered hands

My darling

There will never be a being like you ever again

My darling

You have brewed and instilled all of the humanity and ideologies that make up all I am now

My darling

No words are enough to describe you

My darling

You are love

A/N: This poem is written for Kim Namjoon, and only Kim Namjoon

35 notes · View notes

lhzthepoet · 2 years

Text

You don't know how many ways the world has collapsed to create my small tenderness. I am not gentle by nature, but occasionally it comes through.

- Excerpt from This Anatomy of Melancholy || L.H.Z

#poetry #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #spilled poems #this anatomy of melancholy #my writing

457 notes · View notes

sahlyereads · 2 years

Text

321 notes · View notes

writingthethoughtsaway · 2 years

Text

“I’ve always loved stories. Maybe I already knew escaping reality was my only chance to smile.”

- S. C. C.

485 notes · View notes

wedarkacademia · 1 year

Text

“No matter how dreamlike a love I have found myself in, no matter how delightfully drunk I have been, in my heart I was always aware that my family consisted of only one other person. The space that cannot be filled, no matter how cheerfully a child and an old person are living together—the deathly silence that, panting in a corner of the room, pushes its way in like a shudder. I felt it very early, although no one told me about it.” ― Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen

180 notes · View notes

lamentofspring · 2 months

Text

‘I am the one who tears open your ribs for the sake of becoming less of me & more of you / I am the one who cradles the heart inside / tell me to close you up again / I will close you up from the inside’

— haley nichole green, excerpt of the unwell will be fed

#mine #poetry #sentiments #poem #poetic #poetess #poet #poets of tumblr #poems of tumblr #writings #poetry on tumblr #collected poems #poems #writers and poets #spilled poems #typography #soul of a poet #writers

122 notes · View notes

she-wears-glasses · 6 months

Text

I Need a Sign…

I need a sign

to let me know

your heart.

Whether I’m having too much hope,

or that my heart is right.

Sometimes I’ve caught you looking at me,

when you think I don’t notice.

When we’re not distracted from this mess,

you smile at me.

In moments when it’s just you and I,

it feels like I’m stepping into

your world.

I need a sign

that there’s something

more

in between the words

we speak.

#writerscreed #poeticstories #twcpoetry #writblr #writerscafe #inkstay #poetry #poem #my poems #my writing #writing #my poetry #poems #poems on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #writing on tumblr #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled poems

48 notes · View notes

dobaara · 2 years

Text

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

I

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

390 notes · View notes

zelphafrost · 4 months

Text

Nightmares, can’t sleep.

wrap my arms around you

You don’t even touch my arm

how amazing

to be the little spoon again

to be enveloped in comfort

When I need it most

What an amazing memory

Arms around my waist because

He can’t help but touch me

What a wonderful feeling that was

But never with you

You resist

You don’t see me that way

You don’t burn for me

You never have

~Zelpha Frost 2023

#zelphafrost #poetry #poets on tumblr #poets corner #my poems #my poetry #my poetic life #spilled poetry #spilled poems #spilled writing #writing

42 notes · View notes