#ametuer poetry

[zol0ftaddict]

Scars cover the sacred flesh that wraps my bones  

my forehead

just under my hairline 

often covered by hair 

depicts a run in with a branch

that left a nasty gash for weeks 

my chest 

two 

almost touching

drawn right under my pectorals 

reminding me of where I started 

and where I am going

my torso 

multiple neat surgical markings 

fill my belly with 

reminders of a childhood filled with sickness and pain

thighs 

the right more littered than its sibling 

marked so subtly now with short straight cuts 

“Self Mutilation” says my therapist  

but 

they are still apart of me 

and I fear that they will disappear soon. 

Each of these pieces of raised flesh have a story 

that I will carry until my flesh melts off my bones 

and I become dust

Reminders of the Flesh, C.E. 

#trans #transmasc #poetry #ametuer poetry #ametuer #trans poetry #scar #trans writing #ametuer writer #be nice #transgender #ftm #trans ftm #trans writer #trans poet #art #writing #poem #new #poems on life #poems #my poem #mine #my writing

[papr-boat]

What I Wish

I do not wish to rule the world,

I do not wish for fame,

Or for fortune,

I do not wish to be an executive,

Or a celebrity.

I do not wish because I have no need of it,

I have no need to long,

I have no need to want,

I have no need to gain,

I only have a need to make.

I am an amateur of the archaic definition,

I am a dabbler in the arts,

I am one who pursues what I want because I must,

I am one who disregards what is expected of me,

I am one who disregards what is wished of me.

Please do not hold it against me,

For I do not wish to tear down those around me,

Through my delighted taps on the keys.

I do not wish to destroy what you hold so dear,

By the creation of that which I love.

I merely wish to obey that which my body and brain demand of me,

I wish to tell stories,

I wish to turn the pixels on your screen,

Or the sounds in your head,

Into a world you can not hope to leave.

I wish to live in one such world.

I wish to disregard the green paper.

I wish to disregard the greedy suits.

I wish to disregard the gray skies.

I wish to disregard the world.

I long to live in a world without the killers of creativity.

My desire is to take hold of my desire.

My wish is to have the wish of every amateur become true.

What I truly wish for is the destruction of all that is real

So that all that we think may replace it.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #ametuer poetry #writing #vent poetry

[rinaswritings]

On a journey of revenge one must dig two graves For to take someone else's life you must throw away your own

It sounds lonely But you will not die alone

They say love and hate are two sides of the same coin And who are you to deny such a fact as the knife sinks into your heart

Two graves sounds like a hassle I would only dig one

Laid down beside my enemy So that those that come after cannot tell what strong emotions possessed us so

#poetry #ametuer poetry #original poem #my writing #yes I prosed the meme #also semi-inspired by jonmartin somewhere else but dead #i'll have to see if i can find that story again

[waffle-butter]

Missing Autumn (10.27.22)

A crisp, comforting breeze

Rests its palm upon a lonely cheek,

The leaves, love letters

To the memories of summers

past,

A rosy patch of skin

Stings at the gentle touch of autumn,

Eased by its promise of a crackling hearth,

The hope of a cozy candle lit kiss,

But seasons come and go,

Autumns rarely last,

Sun kissed skin begins to crack and

Lonely lips begin to chap,

Autumnal thoughts are soon

forgotten,

Replaced

By the cruel reality of

A cold

Lonely

Winter

#ametuer poetry #poetry #autumn #poemsbyme #fall aesthetic

[engiley]

að ljóðast

Í niði aldanna

fann ég orðróm um ljósið

#ametuer poetry

[bigbootybanditx]

Wishes, whispers, whimpers.

I wish I was in a better place, when I first got told I’d see your face. Advised one day I’d have to hold you and I simply couldn’t believe it was true.

I wish I was in a better state, the day I learned what should’ve been a beautiful fate. I was taught to prepare for this but it was something that I thought I’d miss.

I wish I was healthy & happy when I found out I’d be a mother, with people around me who’d cure any bother. But I was broken and beaten and dry, but I was stranded and lost and could only cry.

I wish I didn’t wish for these things, that I was blessed with gorgeous memories.

But oh, I wouldn’t wish for my life to change even slightly.

#writing #ametuer poetry #new writer #mine #original #sadgaltings

[words-by-elliott]

Personal_Doom_better_reccording.m4a

here's something new, wrote a song. there might be more of those in the future.

#tw depressing stuff #sad songs #poetry #music #songwriting #yearning #ill let you manipulate me if you hold me at night #/j but also /srs #acoustic #new song #ametuer artist

[tales-of-a-broken-mask]

Tango Through the Grass

Resting on grass stained with black grief,

Around treetops shining crying anger.

Now we dance through mists

On a moon-stricken night

Knowing of the pain we had.

To tango around fallen leaves of spring,

Driving new seeds to rough soils.

Strike the heart deep and clean,

Cleanse the love it beared

Until everything spills out.

Tangoing through open fields of dusk,

Relive the past in drunken lights.

Flow through rivers dried by blue,

Sing to the moon as he would have,

Revel at what we had.

A dance lost in collapse,

Shattered by cruel blades.

To relive the memory as a lone dancer

With the hollowness of desecration,

Find the pieces and create the prophecy anew.

To a hill to ponder in the grass,

Losing to the wonders of peace.

Dance in place through the grass,

Feel the beat that has been lost,

Mend the broken heart to find the grace.

#poetry #poem #ametuerpoet #ametuer poet #sad poem #sad poetry #sadpoetry #sadpoem #abstract poetry #abstract poem #abstractpoem #abstractpoetry #original poetry #original poem #poems and poetry #poems about me #poems about him

[theuglysweater]

The Ugly Sweater

I am an ugly sweater...

The one who everyone owns,

But doesn’t admit it

Unless it’s that time of the year, 

And they decides you’re finally good enough

The one that sits in the closet

The yarn slowly unravelling, 

Fraying at all edges,

But begging to be worn

I pray for someone to fix me up,

To stitch me back together

Then maybe

I can come out of the cupboard

They say stitch yourself back up,

Here are the tools,

But when you open the sewing kit

All they’ve given you is fabric dye

To cover up the problem

They say,

Because there is no cure 

For an ugly sweater

But when you use the dye,

you don’t remember 

what you looked like, before

but you know,

it’s definitely not this

blank space, plain yarn.

Not an ugly sweater,

but not a nice one, either

A sweater that’s lost its brightness,

That is stagnant and empty

But is this really better 

Than being ugly and unwanted?

You have so much potential, they say

There are so many ugly sweaters, Like you

Who are beautiful and successful

and are worn all over the world

But instead

I sit in darkness 

In a drawer,

In purgatory

Not daring to show my true face

For if they see the real me, 

The half that’s unrestrained and bright,

They might decide to throw me out

Or maybe they’ll see the other me,

The darkness

And decide that it's too much

Not that I blame them

It’s too much for me too, sometimes

I can’t see where one pattern starts,

And the other begins,

Its too much and not enough, all at once

...And I want it to stop...

But the only way to stop

This irrational ugly mess

Is permanent

And as much as I want to

I’ve not got the courage.

I’m scared to die,

But I’m scared to live, too

And I wish more than anything,

That I was born normal

Not an ugly sweater.

#poetry #poem #poems and quotes #poems on tumblr #original poems #poetscommunity #poet #poetic #ametuer poetry #ameteur #ametuer artist #bipolar #bipolar depression #bipolar disorder #mental illness #mental health #mental health awareness #manic depression #manic depressive #depression things #depression blogging #amatureartist #amature poet

[romantichopelessly-aesthetic]

Uncomfortable amongst the Comfort

uncomfortable

amongst the comfort

lain on luxurious pillows

A Pea

ten layers below

a thought hovering at the edge

a squeak silent to most

a relentless hum through the haze

a cacophony

A CACOPHANY

the imprecise feeling of a nonexistent deadline

hanging above

like the

blunt

blade of a guillotine

no relaxation under the scrutiny encapsulated within your mind

a cacophany

a whimper

discomfort amongst the comfort

more revered than its twin

#poetry #poems #ametuer poetry

[starbunii]

A hand to hold

your hands take me back to what once was but you can’t give me what I needed back then It hurts. It hurts how much I needed you. And it hurts to see that you didn’t need me. But that was way back when.

#ehh edgy shit or whateva #poetry? #writing #shit i came up with randomly #defs not based off of trauma /s #ametuer poetry

[jswizzle18]

Damaged goods,

All things come to their end

One way or the other

This life was so cruel

I hope my death will bring me peace

But that’s not this worlds style.

See you in a little while

#photographers on tumblr #ametuer photography #photo #pics #picture #poem #ametuer poetry #life #death #art

[papr-boat]

Red Lilies

There was once a woman who I did know,

Whose face was always flush with the warm summer sun,

Whose hair always flowed in the streams of warm wind,

And whose deep brown eyes always looked to the soil below.

We would meet often,

Near the graves,

By the stream,

In the market,

And under the leaves.

She would talk,

And I would listen, 

And she would teach, 

And I would learn.

I would learn of the trees,

I would learn of the ferns,

I would learn of the flowers,

And I would learn of her.

I would learn of how she talked,

Of how she thought,

Of how she felt.

I learned of her love of nature,

Its loving embrace and its cruel beauty.

I learned of her love of the creatures,

And their freedom from one another.

And I learned especially of her love for the flowers.

She adored the flowers,

She understood the flowers,

She talked with the flowers.

Every flower meant something,

Every bleached white rose,

Every blood red lily,

Every petal,

Every leaf,

Every stem.

She spoke to the flowers in a way only she could understand.

By God how I wish I could understand!

How I wish I could know why she loved the flowers!

We had met by the graves that day,

As the leaves began to fall,

And the sky turned a sorrowful orange,

And the red lilies sprang up from the soil.

We spent the day like any other,

She talked and I listened,

She taught and I learned.

But it was not the same.

Something had changed,

Her face was pale,

Her hair remained still,

And her eyes looked up,

Her eyes remained to the sky,

As if waiting to join the clouds above.

We said our goodbyes,

We promised to meet one another again,

But I knew I would never see her again,

For wherever she stepped,

The red lilies bloomed.

#poetry #poem #ametuer poetry #writing #beginner poetry #original poem

[rinaswritings]

How much do you really know about me You admire my hobbies that are convenient to you And throw disdain on those you don't appreciate

Are interactions are all weighted towards your enjoyment You've never stepped out of your shell to meet me When I want to spend time with you it's on your terms I don't think you've ever even asked to spend time with me

And you take care of me In ways you know how But I wonder if sometimes you love me as a person Or just as something adjacent to you

I read a quote that said I love the way that men love And I read people's responses to that phrase And I wondered if you would ever do something like that for me

Because when I asked you to stop smoking when I was 12 years old When I begged you because I didn't want you to die When you drove 3 hours,right past my college, and not visit me, but only pick up cigarettes

And a month ago I learned that you were going to stop smoking

To get better insurance rates

I didn't even process my own heartbreak until today I want to love you But I don't want to get hurt

#poetry #ametuer poetry #original poem #My writing #if you couldn't tell this is about my dad #i was proccessing #i even broached the subject by kinda joking about it #like remember how I tried to get you to quit haha #very clearly remembering him getting upset at me for pushing #and he said he forgot that happened #i said i was happy for him while fighting back tears

[madz-given]

You watched

I spent all day working in the woods

I thought clearing the land for you to have a view, would please you

I kept my work a secret

When I would come home and you would ask for things

I smiled and loved on you

I gave you your needs and your wants

I hid the pain of my sore body

When I finally showed you my progress

My hard work in the woods

All for you

You were not surprised

You shared, you had known

You shared, that you weren't all that pleased

You knew

And yet you watched me work

You asked more of me at home

You never stopped me

You never thanked me

You watched me.

#writings #mine #hurt feelings #hurt #ametuer poetry

[whossadwhileeatingdonuts]

dizzy ditsy dull

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