Tumgik
poetdreams16 29 days
Text
Tumblr media
Lunar eclipse 馃寬
1 note View note
poetdreams16 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
a micro poem today
7 notes View notes
poetdreams16 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
15 notes View notes
poetdreams16 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I was recently in Ireland- it was so indescribably beautiful and it should have inspired me to write but instead I came home with no motivation/ ideas. The worst writers block I have had since I started writing. Feel free to share whatever helps you guys get the wheels going
23 notes View notes
poetdreams16 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
30 notes View notes
poetdreams16 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
9 notes View notes
poetdreams16 2 years
Text
Basorexia
The dark has its way of levying desperation,
pushing me into a state of emergency.
Sitting on my front porch, exhausted, cold,
the night comes crawling. The moon glares
with wishful remorse of an old lover,
exposing my hunger. The bare branches
of the silver birch tremble, we are both
shaken in this blustery night.
Every ounce of me whispers then shouts
your name in unison. I inhale every discarded
kiss and overdose on your lips under the moonlight.
~a.t.
30 notes View notes
poetdreams16 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
I鈥檓 excited to announce this amazing anthology which I have the honor to be a part of, is now open for pre orders. It鈥檚 a collection of poems written by women for women. It鈥檚 about what we have all been through and how we made it 馃挏馃挏 show some love and support- pre order now- only $2.99
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09PY5FHZG/ref=nodl_?tag=shanoconnor14-20
6 notes View notes
poetdreams16 2 years
Text
Trying to get to heaven before they close the fucking door
I鈥檝e been trying to be a good girl, sleeping
alone in my bed. I鈥檝e been trying to forget
the way you devoured my woes with each
thrust. So I lay here, slashing release
in a bloody bath, a secret so bad I can鈥檛
even tell myself.
I tried to tackle my demons but they鈥檙e just
mildly concussed, they鈥檒l be back soon enough.
Because every time I felt good I thought
it would last forever, but it never does.
47 notes View notes
poetdreams16 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
20 notes View notes
poetdreams16 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
10 notes View notes
poetdreams16 2 years
Text
John B
You鈥檇 have to be
brilliant to fix
antique clocks right?
But they said he was
just a queer
a southern gothic
a manic depressive
obsessed with global
catastrophe.
I just think no one
really saw him.
Not even when he
made that beautiful
hedge maze.
He was just sad,
never knew what love
was- how tragic.
I hope he went back
to rewrite his story.
#shittownpodcast
9 notes View notes
poetdreams16 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
18 notes View notes
poetdreams16 2 years
Text
the grand ballet
a tip toeing dance
around the obscure
veil of the other side
no one can give you
an answer, boy
but they鈥檝e dug up
the earth looking
for proof in the soil
afraid the old
will inherit our bones
delivering us into
our fates
we eat and drink
and buy and move
around, to pacify.
17 notes View notes
poetdreams16 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
The Photographer
a sense of foreboding creeps up
my chest.
did he hear my heart stop? (I think to myself)
i tried to keep a straight face
when he stood up to undo
his belt.
the lights were blinding me
as if I was staring into the sun
he looked like some kind of god
glowing before me.
I hear the clicking sound his
camera made
when he captured me in my
night gown.
i get down on my knees
i would鈥檝e let him
drag me around like
an animal
if it meant he would not leave
click (he takes another picture)
open your mouth (he whispers)
click, click
you鈥檙e so good at that (he says)
will you stay?
~a.t.
17 notes View notes
poetdreams16 2 years
Text
You are crumpled up like discarded pieces of paper.
Your musky smell reminds me of the woods.
Your face and your smile belong in a different era.
You could never reach me.
Not even with your peculiar laugh.
A heavy fog begins to surround us as I reach for your cold clenched hands.
We鈥檙e on snow covered mountaintops,
the blue sky synchronizes with your eyes.
There鈥檚 no where to turn, we can not lie down
and I spot your tribe, waiting in the distance.
Your eyes aim at the sky frozen and gray. I can no longer see you for the fog swallows you into a different realm and I鈥檝e been expelled. Forbidden to enter.
18 notes View notes
poetdreams16 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
11 notes View notes