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sleepy-academia · 2 months

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your bedroom light won't stop flickering the clouds will not lift their heads away from the world, the raindrops will not stop watching from the panes -- your friend walks in, you're sprawled out on your bed and cannot say hello, they don't need you to --

you can't trace what words leave you -- the rain pounds on the windows -- it smells the truth on you the way you'd smell its presence if you left this room where your worries steep and dry on the creaking radiator like rotten tea leaves -- their concoction found you this rainy thursday night.

but they leave you -- the words take your breath -- your lungs are cleansed, and your friend's too -- breathe, you say, they say, but not like you're giving cpr -- you are no saviors, you're just sharing driftwood now, held up by adrenaline and each other -- sigh, pitter-patter, blowing nose --

you leave after the clock ticked how-many-times, your skin ready for the rain -- but it's stopped now

and you wonder how it heard you over itself, the rain, and these clouds, bearing the weight of the world -- could earth have aligned herself for you today? you wonder --

the resting fog nods -- her strength, her strength and the water cycle got her here -- the watchful eyes of the clouds, the very lifting of the oceans and their silt, these feats and endless work in circles -- now is her rest, this moment she was permitted --

but for today, she can be your poetry if you will only wake up tomorrow, see the rain dried, fix that light, sweep those dust bunnies, those crumbs off your radiator. the world forgives you for being small.

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sadmages · 5 months

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Durge thoughts

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #gale dekarios #bg3 tav #bg3 durge #my art #ROGIER MY BELOVED BTW #gale talking about the weave for 30 minutes straight. rogier: i want you so bad. please #anyway the way gale creates magic from the weave with his hands with his voice it's music it's poetry to rogier #who feels like he only destroys (which is also why he is trying so hard to be a good bard but his lyrics fall kinda flat <3)#i think im gonna multiclass him into a wizard in a couple levels. for the role play. for the teaching of it all #rogier-posting

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pencap · 6 months

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GREEN

i am green green green down to my breath and blood and bones.

green with envy for all the beautiful things in the world that i cannot hold in my hands or press against my lips or swallow down whole.

green with sick all festering hurts i don't know how to heal and spreading poison i don't know the antidote for and hand-me-down aches i don't know the names of.

green with greed, the yawning void deep in my belly that wants and wants and wants and wants and wants from the day i was born screaming with want.

green with permission: yes please, come here, do as you please. i never did learn how to say no and mean it.

green like plants, like spring growth and summer leaves like basil and mint on kitchen counter tops like haworthia and pothos and monstera.

i am green green green down to my breath and blood and bones—

but maybe someday i will learn to hold the whole rainbow in my body.

- by sylvie (j.p.)

#spilled ink #poets on tumblr #original poem #poems on tumblr #poetry #writeblr #poetics #green #i am having complicated emotions about selfhood #and contradictory emotions and the parts of you that you chose to identify with #can you tell???#this felt like an outpouring to write #from idea to first draft was less than 30 minutes #honestly probably less than 15 #it's rough around the edges but i think it's meant to be that way #just a little bit

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butchniqabi · 1 year

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over mountains

over rocks and rivers and ravines

through it all i shall carry

you

you who shares my

father's blood

and the water of my mother's womb

who could gaze into the

eyes of death and

still move forward

you who

with blood upon your hands

were still a righteous man

who had killed

but never murdered

who had slain beasts

but never kin

you

my brother

(are you still my brother?)

who smiled instead of

weeping when you graced the earth

whose blood i cannot

wash from beneath my nails

whose serenity when

facing my wrath

haunts me

whose body upon my

back weighs heavy

rotting and foul

for you are the first careless

death

your bones will not

become tools

your dark hair shall not

be woven into cloth

it will not adorn our home

nor decorate

our bodies

i must commit you to the earth

as i would a seed

for a crow has shown me

what must be done to the wasted dead

as it tears through the

earth to create a space

for its own slain kin

and i can only hope, brother

(are you my brother?)

that something shall come

from what i have sown

that something

anything

graces this overturned earth

where you now lay

-Qabil Reflects Upon the Death of Habil by Amatullah Bourdon

#my writing #a cain and abel poem? at 11:30 at night? yes <3 #im feeling a lil crazy bc ive been wanting to get something out there abt them for a minute #i like the first half much better but anyways! woe! islamic poetry be upon thee!

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fairydrowning · 2 years

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Me studying for five minutes after procrastinating for 1 week straight: "I studied so hard today. So, let's take some rest now."

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pastelorangeedits · 12 days

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(a quick little shourtey + invisible string web weave because it reminds me of them <3)

Invisible String by Taylor Swift / 2015 / 2017(?) / 2019 / Swift / 2022 / 2023 / 2023(?) / Swift / 2024

#courtney miller #shayne topp #smosh #smosh web weaving #smosh squad #smosh pit #smosh games #taylor swift #taylor swift web weaving #invisible string #web weaving #aesthetic #lyrics #quotes #poetry #by kat #i’m so very soft for them #i made this is in 30 minutes sorry if it sucks lol #shourtney

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arcturite · 2 years

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Quantifying a subjective experience

#poetry #artists on tumblr #I'll either be embarrassed in 30 minutes and take it down or have a nap. get it while it's hot

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mumintroll · 4 months

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im unsure on how to tackle my internet addiction bc thats like my biggest goal for 2024 is to get rid of it.... last year i went cold turkey on the 1st jan and i stayed offline for all of january but then i went back online just to see what was happening and then very quickly i was back to being on for hours a day.. but time limits are so hard for me bc once im on i dont know how to log off. i have browser extensions and stuff to set time limits but they dont help much since i know i can just press a button to make the time limit go away. neither seems like a good solution they both feel very easy to fail. idkkk

#and i genuinely enjoy being on tumblr i'd like to be able to do it on a limit of like 20-30 minutes a day bc i feel like being on here #enriches my life. i love talking to my mutuals & so much poetry literature film music etc that i love i would never have found if i wasnt #on here. its only bad bc im on here for hours and hours instead of doing actual constructive and necessary things

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jonaswpoetry · 1 year

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Decayed

A whole other life

was being lived out

ten years ago; who

will I be (at nearly

forty) one decade

from now?

@nosebleedclub January Prompts 1. decade

#nosebleedclub #poetry #writing #spilled ink #poetsontumblr #my poetry #decade #prompt #i shall be 30 in 365 days and 48 minutes

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humanmorph · 4 months

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i took the we in "before we come undone" as gur + figure at first and their bond (always at peril not only by whatever gur is talking about here, but also figures number of the beast thing.) but other possibilities: collective we (as in, everything and everyone. idk. just seems bad out there. whatever's happening.) or just gur (multiple of them) . He's losing grip & can feel it

#The first still makes the most sense to me but the last makes me the saddest #So who's to say.#it's poetry it's interpretation. It's me fucking around also.#Palisadeposting #I'm still not very far into the ep like 30 minutes... I'm only saying this bc I'm pretty sure there's perennial talk /in/ there #But I don't know about all that.#Palisade spoilers #Maybe I'll listen to more today but my moods just been so out of whack I fear I won't enjoy it. i do have to take a walk still though

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sleepy-academia · 3 months

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i’m turning nineteen in five days and i don’t know what to do. the thought that you won’t be there plagues me like coffee spilled on my class notes this morning, clashed with the perfume i wore for strength. the fallacies of your love and my deservingness keep score over a tennis table. point. en garde. i didn’t expect to turn nineteen inside an arena.

i tire of the strength in this number, the perceived far-offness of adulthood floating closer. it is a looming cloud, merciless, thunder-woven, a tempest so beautiful and essential and god does it burn. if this mute protest in my bones and the weight of this shield is adulthood, let me be the child i thought i could be with you. the hope of it in our proximity felt closer, at least, than this.

don’t get me wrong and try to ‘happy birthday’ your way back in. it is not ‘healing’ to decorate the cracks you pried in me with pretty words, all while nestled snug into the shelter i built with what was left. i dream sometimes of piercing my tongue so it would hurt you more. maybe this ordeal could make some transformation out of me, too. i hope it fucking hurts.

let me meet this year without you. let me mourn the mirage of floating untethered while nursing the scab ‘round my heart so you can’t make rubies of the coagulated blood. i hear your cries and tell you now for the second time to bandage yourself. take it or leave it. gently caress your own wounds, or find someone else who will. these hands of nineteen years will not waste one more holding any part of you.