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#a poem by yours truly
kebriones · 7 months
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Achilles dragging Hector's corpse behind his
motorcycle
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selene-19 · 1 year
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Victory and Peace
Written by: Selene
Our battle and you are not around
Our war and I can't hear a sound
This body is now giving it all
This heart I can't barely control
Can't feel I am now a mess
Can't breathe I want to rest
Please, I am now out of time
Please, I need a bit more time
Your hand I yearn to hold
Your hand is now long cold
Hey, can I still keep up?
Hey, will you ever wake up?
Your grief when I suddenly left
Your death I could never accept
The shattered heart inside I can't feel
The rage and pain inside I can't seal
All Might will you sign my card?
All Might why is this so hard?
God please hear me, he is in agony
God can't stop me, I'll change destiny
You are the win, when I lose
You are the save, when I lost
My hero whom I badly need
My hero wait and we will succeed
The hero who I aspire to be
The hero who inspires me
Izuku, you are my peace and harmony
Kacchan, you will always be victory
My contribution to the bkdk community. It's been a long time since I've written a poem. So I apologize for any errors. Rhyming words are challenging. Also I wish I could think of a better title but my head hurts 😅😂 It just these two inspire me so much to write again so I wrote a poem dedicated to them and there you have it 🧡💚
Bonus: I really want to add these two lines but it just not sit right to add it to the poem. But they are both the ☀️ and 🌙 to each other.
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Like the sun that gives warm and light. Like the moon that gives tranquility at night.
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awkwardartsy · 4 months
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Beware of the moon beautiful and bright. beware of the trees they can become empty houses. Beware of the home for it holds family but they would rather grow thorns and weeds then an empowering a seed.
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rieleyedenelkins · 1 year
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my friend, the stars
it's the stars,
its always been the stars
they’ve been there in our worst of times, in our best
they've been here long before we were born
and they'll be here long after.
they see us, day in, day out
they watch over us from the day we're born,
to the day we die.
they have the knowledge of the whole universe
in the palm of their hands.
they make the universe,
my friend, the stars.
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0dotexe · 1 year
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Disabled in an Abled World
A freestyle poem about my experiences.
Every time I'm given a fork to eat ice cream, I'm reminded of my reality of being disabled Everyone else gets a spoon, some silver, some plastic Yet they get the chance to scoop the most out of life
Then there's me, with a fork, looking at my peers and wondering why I'm struggling I was born with this fork in my hand, and everyone knows about it, yet they still tell me to try a little harder Then maybe the ice cream won't fall through the prongs
They have no idea how hard it is because they never tried to use a fork themselves The spoon came naturally, and they will never experience the change in silverware until much later in life
Oh, how I envy them..
⬖.Exe
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kish-go-squish · 2 years
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I want to be like the pretty people in the movies
Flawless skin and perfect bodies
I wish I could be like her
But now I’m alone with my sparkling water
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i-am-deeply-poem · 2 years
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“No Closure For A Broken Heart, Shit’s F*cked Fam”
Oh, when will you learn?
Blood can be bought with money that can’t be earned.
Damned if you do and damned if you don’t
Couldn’t so you wouldn’t, cant so you won’t
I reminisce, that sour bliss, that bittersweet
You split your soul, you can’t be whole, broken record stuck on repeat
And so as it is, as it stands
The mind is dying and the flesh is bleak
The world is burning, tragedy every week
The sky might as well be falling
In a few years to hear the air raid sirens calling.
There is no remedy for the atrophy of the soul
There is no cure that can ever make it whole
You bear the mark of tragedy, the neon beacon
The stain of crimson on the outside where it was broken
So as it stands, as all that ever is that ever was
Insomniac eradicate as the sandman does
Give me sweet relief for another night
Until another day is done again
And then again
After all
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kiingsroar · 1 year
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It’s one of those nights 😂
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katerinaaqu · 1 month
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Epic the Musical:
Circe: Oh my! He cannot be transformed by my powers! What do I do?! What do I do?! Think think I need to protect my nymphs! Oh I know! He's a man after all! I'll seduce the hell out of him to get my power over him back! He clearly can defeat my entourage of wolves and lions all by himself! I mean he's damn immune to my magic! I am sure he can do anything with his sword!
Circe: *aggressive flirting*
Odysseus: Oh my gods oh my gods she is hot...what the hell?! Oh I am just a man! Forgive me... No! Wait! J can't! I love My wife way too much! Please let us go home! I miss my wife!
Circe: Awww that is so sweet! Of course darling. I was always a sucker for a good soap opera. Of course I'll help you free of charge and here's some useful tips for your trip! Drive home safely!
The Odyssey:
Circe: Oh my! This man actually had the AUDACITY to come in my home and threaten me! And he took all precautions (a God helped him no doubt). Finally a man I can consider worthy of standing by my side and not bad looking either!
Circe: Come on, darling. Remove your clothes and let's get down on it! Let's see what you've got!
Odysseus: (oh my! Forgive me Penelope that is the only way to save my men! Hermes told me not to refuse her a thing! She is a freaking goddess that commands all these wild beasts! Power over me or not she's a force to be reconed with!) F-Fine but I cannot do what you ask before I ensure my men are safe. Please release them first and then I will (gods gotta buy myself time! Ain't prepared!)
Circe: *does that*
Odysseus: *sighs* I guess we're doing this...
*A year later*
Odysseus: Okay men you had your fun but I can't keep entertaining her forever! We must go home!
Odysseus: Please Circe let me and my people go! We have to go back
Circe: Oh but can't you stay a bit more?
Odysseus: No...I miss my wife and son
Circe: Fine, my dear, if that's what you want... Your happiness is more important than my satisfaction and I love you so I shall let you go. You paid your price fully. Here are some useful tips for you, some provisions and good luck...
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trainingdummyrabbit · 6 months
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in conclusion the most poignant thing about ruina is its running theme of Imperfection. imperfection, focused not on its flaws, but on the miracle of it existing to begin with. imperfection not as a failing, but as a triumph. its cracked, broken, deeply in need of repair-- but it's real and its ours and it exists. despite everything it exists and that enough is a relief beyond words, beyond expression. to present a toppled structure not as a conclusion, but an opportunity.
its the choice-- and the joy-- of looking forward, unflinchingly, and facing it. one step at a time.
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swordheld · 8 months
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how did u choose your username?
oh, this is a fun one!! i think i considered being swordtold at first, for that very ancient myth vibe of the sword being this narrative tool for adventure and structure and physical time, the parable being passed down through the centuries until it meddles into modern day rhetoric and ideology – a kind of fantastical tool, a spark of magic, of possibility.
i like the arc of the story of a place being physical / having it be held by time and hand alike, wearing with the years and having it become something different to each holder, each reader, each experience fantastical and individual.
having that kind of physicality to it; swordheld is the action of taking up and holding the sword yourself, choosing your own narrative, leading your own story. self-identity has always been something i struggle with (a novel concept i know, i know), so it felt right for this blog, since most of my older blogs before this one have been just me silently reblogging and never really posting anything myself, and i wanted this to be the change to that.
i've always had trouble wranging my social anxiety, esp. on the internet, and previously thought that keeping my words to myself helped keep the timeline cleaner, in a way, no messy thoughts for others to sort through, especially ones i believed no one would want to read anyway? but it never felt right, keeping myself apart from it all, esp. not in the way i so avidly enjoyed reading others' posts and additions, keeping their words close to my heart.
i wanted it to reflect that this was a space i was holding for myself? and i'm a little slow on the uptake sometimes, but this - this i think i got right. i love being here, on this blog, and the joy that it brings me. everyone else enjoying it too has been a wild ride that i never expected, and still surprises me, one that brings a little extra thrill to my heart whenever i think about it.
i had other urls that i liked, but i didn't want this blog to be tied directly to any of my fandom/story interests, since i wanted it to really just be a sort of archive of artistic inspiration and resource, like a little library or museum. i use them now as lil sideblogs of more niche interests now, which is rather lovely.
it hasn't always felt like it fit perfectly, the way that i'd like, but for some reason i can't think of really wanting to change it anytime soon. it feels mythic yet modern in a way that feels like puzzle pieces finally slotting into their place, something my own and inspirational to me, like a lantern i'm holding to make my way by. my own kind of light, if that makes sense – a star i know by name.
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bulletsgirl · 1 year
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"hey cathy—the door's unlocked.," d.w.m.
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awkwardartsy · 1 year
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There are days I play with sin but remember it goes no where but why do I play? A sinner is an advocate but I do pray repent progress my recovery.
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"I don't know what we're about to see, Leela, but I love you. Now and forever. And that much is real, even if we're not."
A Love That Transcends All
In whatever reality we exsist
The most sure thing I know
Is that of this
My love for you
Is more infinate
Than any universal laws
Or any reaction
That a simulation could cause
Ever since I first met you
I knew it was for a reason
That for you, I would fall
Our love is infinate
Our love transcends all.
Fry and Leela, all the way down baby 🧡💜
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0dotexe · 1 year
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Arthritic
Heed the warning of my bones, They speak of a harsh winter. No one speaks it except for I, And of others with the condition.
You'd think by now I'd be used to it. I've felt the constant struggle. Yet every day is a constant battle Between body, bone, and brittle.
I sit in the doctors office patiently waiting For the only solution one can be given. Yet for how long will I be able to do this, Until I cannot take it anymore?
⬖.Exe
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transsongtaewon · 7 months
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He was just more meat in the water, decayed and rotten.
-Bertold Brecht, Vom Ertrunkenen Mädchen
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