Tumgik
#alt lit
yvetteblanks · 1 day
Text
408 notes · View notes
getcareless · 2 days
Text
Triolet Poem #62
Some will still bite the hand that feeds, yet they will still beg you for more. More flames are all a fire needs. Some will still bite the hand that feeds. Follow the light, see where it leads, we don't need reasons to lie for. Some will still bite the hand that feeds, yet they will still beg you for more.
"The Hand That Feeds", JEP
31 notes · View notes
Text
I don't cave in but there's avalanches of skull dust in the mountainous corners of the spider's favorite library
24 notes · View notes
meanwhilepoetry · 8 months
Text
I'm just trying to become someone who the child inside me will not hate. I'm trying to be everything she needed and did not receive. She is so lonely still. It's not fair that she is so lonely still.
Nikita Gill
7K notes · View notes
longreads · 6 months
Link
In this new Longreads essay, Megan Marz asks: why does the literary world still hold online writing at arm’s length? 
While it’s become banal to observe that online life is fully enmeshed with the rest of the world, an imaginary curtain separates online writing from the rest of U.S. literature. It’s time to take that curtain down.
People like to say the internet speeds reading up, but a personal blog, read in real time, can slow a story’s pace down to the timescale of life; the thickest book in existence can be read in less calendar time. Not even the author knew when a blog would end, which is what made it feel so alive.
Read Megan Marz’s “Poets in the Machine” on Longreads.
829 notes · View notes
tellherium · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media
It was Never about You //
3 of 3: Poems From the First Evening I've Spent Alone in Over a Month
772 notes · View notes
remnant-thoughts · 1 year
Quote
Maybe, time does not heal all wounds. I have been stuck in this cycle too long. Hoping that the years might change  the memory of what reality remains. Acceptance comes in waves, and I have always been short of the shoreline.
“S.O.S” remnant-thoughts
822 notes · View notes
definegodliness · 5 months
Text
Blindfold
"I lust you", I don't say the words, but suddenly I find it incredibly boring How I crave The heat of her mouth, And the softness of her skin; Her taste, And to feel her nipples stiffen By my kiss. I am bored, By how I long To make her all Shudder under my tongue, Just for fun; I get my kicks When she cums. Don't get me wrong, It isn't dull, or disappointing When she has Her way, nor in every way She grants me Physical ecstasy, But sometimes when she gawks With her mouth full, And her head Empty, Something in her gaze changes
And I realize I haven't felt love in ages.
Then, I don't care How good my body feels When my heart isn't in it; When I want it to be real And can't even get myself to change That one word of the three:
"I lust you."
It is then, suddenly, Profound truths wash over me, And it all seems so incredibly boring To be only this flesh That is So weak, When I used to be a god Shaping golden suns Past the last expansion of space, Chasing the constellations in forever-eyes Wherein resided love's timeless sanctuary; Suddenly, 'want' seems so pale In comparison to 'Need'. I look in her eyes; I look at her eyes; I close my eyes, and just Release.
--- 21-11-2023, M.A. Tempels ©
175 notes · View notes
itsmegallene · 1 month
Text
“I think love is when I put myself to bed even when I'm tired, and I carry myself up the stairs even though my knees ache;
I think love is when I buy coffee when I'm broke, and I know that I'll get myself back later;
I think love is letting myself love someone, even though I am so scared.
Love is a heavy thing that carries you as much as you carry it.”
Source: Anonymous from a Tumblr screenshot
73 notes · View notes
fantodsdhrit · 21 days
Text
fell asleep your cigarette insomnia charred pillows stannic room flames
to rākshasas shiva granted then deprived
your psychedelic hatred for everything vivid woke up and met itself
an official visualizer song natraja dashboard 
i realised i needed you more than hungry ghost realm
i needed you more than needs' need
the third eye was treacherously unappetizing don't stare at cement dust
they voyage on positive cruelty vibes
you said whatever was to come would now be i waited for you to lie still
so i could be intimately hallway alone
my head as antithesis of shiva's matted hair
my head without strength you assay
if you refuse to perish as a human become a rākshasa
there's a futility to life that only life assumes
like gulmohars spewing leaves icterine
or a kite carrying away furryball squirrel
after that silver fire your room spoke to you but you were half in wyoming
84 notes · View notes
stevenluce · 8 months
Text
Hey! If you write poetry and want to be on my online poetry magazine please send me a message, submit your work to me, or hashtag your work with, ‘#newwavepoetry’
I’ve been doing poetry on this site for thirteen years and am trying to do what the people did for me when I started.
Please don’t be a stranger and get your work out there! I’m trying to do what poetryriot once did. The tumblr poetry community thanks you! “#newwavepoetry”
173 notes · View notes
meanwhilepoetry · 8 months
Text
Sometimes I think about how beautiful it is that humans sing despite it all. That through suffering, we still sing. How even on the worst of days in the world, there were still people singing. The way a mother sings a lullaby to her crying baby to soothe her. Or the way sailors sang sea shanties out even on choppy oceans to build a sense of familiarity and camaraderie as they worked. Or how even in the depths of the earth, coal miners sing. Isn’t that the most beautiful thing about the human spirit? That we found a way to reach each other in the darkness. To let each other know through song, that do not worry, I am here. Let us sing together and ease each others fears.
- Nikita Gill
2K notes · View notes
lipikkawrites · 2 months
Text
Life is like music, some high notes, some low notes but always a good song.
-@lipikkawrites
62 notes · View notes
matthew-pasquarello · 1 month
Text
a dungeon for kisses a deterioration of fairy tales and fairy tale accessories next to the leak in the ceiling i'm quite sane and ready for ha ha ha holidays in the caress of a rabid sun
42 notes · View notes
tellherium · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media
my angel numbers have moved from 111 to 222 and I am doing my best to think more than ever
267 notes · View notes
remnant-thoughts · 1 year
Quote
The greatest loss is the kind that you never had in the first place. I am reeling from the  missing out on something that was never mine to begin with. This tragedy cuts me deep.
remnant-thoughts
654 notes · View notes