#i wrote this poem this morning

[psykopaths]

Take my hand like you mean it because I'm not here playing games,

And let's go somewhere far away where no one knows our names.

It matters not of where we are as long as you're infront of my eyes,

Because even in hell you can give me the experience of a paradise.

#i wrote this poem this morning #a e s t h e t i c #intimate #body art #desire #couple aesthetic #intimacy #lovers #love #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #poetry #love poem #spilled ink #spilled words #desi tumblr #desiblr #nagpur #romantic couple #relationship goals #sky aesthetic #art #artists on tumblr #aesthetics #couple cuddling #couple goals #couple #passion #cute aesthetic

[lovetunneldown]

#pdf. #poem i wrote at like three am this morning

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

btw

CHANGING STATES

Lately, something has taken hold / of me—not hunger, not shame. It is like a flower / blooming in the injury. —Richie Hofmann

On the evening Jeremiah decides he’ll drive thirty hours to Maryland, the other half of his mattress is cold and Madonna’s on the radio. In his bedroom, he taps his cigarette on the windowsill, the ash scattering into rainy blue hour, and listens. Time goes by so slowly, she goes, her voice singed through his boombox’s broken speakers. He’s meant to replace it, though he’s meant to do a lot of things: check the mail, make a quiche, buy lightbulbs, call his sister, take up cross-stitch, recycle an olive jar, move his bed to the opposite side of his room. But time goes by so slowly, and Jeremiah would know—he’s twenty-one, yet feels he’s been alive for much, much longer.

#i already shared this BUT I WAS TINKERING WITH THIS PROJECT TONIGHT #(this morning I had revelations to make this autofiction-y about going to a place and before getting there someone dies) #which is loosely based off 2022 me in maryland and this is 2005 jeremiah in maryland!!!! #ANYWAY TONIGHT I WROTE A PARAGRAPH ABOUT JEREMIAH IN LOVE WITH THE WEATHERMAN #but i was sick of not having a title (the document is legit 'jeremiah book' lol) #SO I THINK THIS IS FINE???? #also it's not going to be a book it's probably going to be a short story!!! and it's like my apology to this poor man for inflicting #harrison upon him #my bad babe #i still need to fix this paragraph the phrasing is a little off!!! BUT he talked about madonna's new album in BB #AND HE'S LISTENING TO IT NOW!!!! #I'M A LIL UNWELL OVER THE CONTINUITY #also pls read that hofmann poem (linked!!!!!) I LOVE THAT COLLECTION SM I CAN'T BELIEVE I GOT IT FOR FREEEEE #changingstates

[krash-8]

i swear if the art teacher doesn't fucking turn off radiohead

#tumblrs great bc my last original post before this was a crack l&co hc #krash poems #radiohead isnt why i wrote this btw #i just think its funny that while i am uploading this #videotape blasts in my ears like i didnt already consume depressing media making me think about myself this morning

[nothinggold13]

Sometimes depression is a beast, but sometimes 5-year-olds sing you songs they learned at VBS, and sometimes you get to eat fresh raspberries from the garden, so actually everything is going to be okay.

#adventures in babysitting #stuff #I just teared up this evening #remembering how funny and bubbly and bright these kids are #and how much I smiled with them this morning #it sure is dumb to have a broken brain when moments like these exist in the world #this is actually. like. the plot of two poems I wrote. #I just love these kids so much #even when I’m just. tired. of everything. #this has been a mental health update with Mackenzie. thank you for joining us.

[aidenwaites]

In her memoir, Blanche said Bonnie was terrified of thunderstorms

#poetry #my stuff #i havent posted poetry in a while but this was something i wrote this morning ❤️ #on missing my fiancé and the associations i carry with thunderstorms #and the fact that i havent stopped thinking about Bonnie parker and her fear of rain and her own poetry #some notes: the three hour walk is reference to how far her gravesite is to clyde's #the almonds and cherries are both a reference to a perfume my fiancé's worn and the way mortuaries apparently smell #'a girl on the street' bonnie's got a poem called The Street Girl

[chaoticdesertdweller]

From hurt, from anguish, from suffering, there comes that burst of creativity. That fiery pen waving like a magic wand over the paper...and the words, they just flow...

#spilled thoughts #feeling creative #spilled ink #spilled words #poetry #journaling #writers block #life #mental health #words #my words #i wrote an entire poem this morning #it seems trivial #but this is a major breakthrough #chronic writers block #toxic mother #leave it to her to spark my anger and creativity #family matters

[zukkaoru]

🍊 i love you. i'm glad i exist. 🍊

The pain comes in waves, and it’s eased a bit at the moment, though she knows it’s still too sharp for her to stand. She focuses on her breath, inhaling and exhaling, until the scent of something citrusy floats into the room. She opens her eyes, maneuvering herself into a sitting position before looking over to the kitchen. Lin is standing at the counter, a fiery bright orange in her hands. It suddenly seems to be the only color in the entire apartment - the fruit in Lin’s hands and the peels discarded on the counter next to her. It’s something like watching her partner hold the sun.

kya has a chronic pain flare up and lin peels her an orange

kyalin 🍊 1.4k words late entry for @atlasapphicweek day 2: disability

#I FINISHED IN TIME #by which i mean: i wrote this in one sitting this morning. thank you corey for the unintentional inspiration #atla sapphic week #kyalin #kya ii #lin beifong #tlok #the legend of korra #lin beifong x kya #avatar: the legend of korra #tlok fanfic #kyalin fanfic #grace's writing tag #my secret confession about this fic is that i actually don't even like oranges lol #but man. the poems i read while looking for a title sure make me wish i did :(

[kohakhearts]

cons of going to a “good schoolTM”: insane workload, unbearable classmates, next to no support when you have any kind of extenuating circumstances Including literal hospitalization, etc

pros of going to a “good schoolTM”: the 9-5 lifestyle is genuinely a major improvement

#taylor.txt #the extenuating circumstances point was not me btw. i know someone who had his degree delayed an entire year because of two weeks in psych #we’re in a co-op program or else maybe it wouldve just been one semester but. lol #i hate it here…i hate it #but hey…at least i have the world’s shittiest health insurance! #some of my classmates say they dont feel like working full-time is easier than going to school full-time but it so is #for me. anyway. even when i fumbled my time management bad on the field and make no mistake i was incredibly busy plus i chose a field #notorious for Unpaid Overtime and Taking Your Work Home. even then. it was still easier than this #i would never do undergrad again. i loved everything i learned. i took interesting and awesome classes #but i would never ever do it again. miserable overworked spent most of it friendless until i got on the field #i have a friend who keeps being like idk how you did 4 physics classes this sem and im like girl we are education students…thats an average #semester for a physics major. how must THEY feel #also i have to say just you know. generally. ive worked full-time while living with my parents #AND while living alone. and 50 hours a week was incredibly manageable in the former arrangement. i even wrote and edited an entire novel #in the beginning stages of a pandemic while working 50 hours a week of retail and fast food hell. 40 hours full-time with weekends off #while living alone though? thats hard. i still managed to go to the gym almost every day #currently? i cant get out of bed in the morning. i am putting in 12 hour days and then goinng to bed unable to sleep because im so stressed #i have dreams about school. tangentially theres a really good marxist poem i read last year about this phenomenon in workers #ANYWAY. i have just 8 more days 4 exams 1 research paper and video project #i think i can pass and then thats it. my next semester is hell but just because scheduling the actual classes will be easy #and then i get to go back on the field and actually want to wake up every day. lol #and 8 days from now i will have my christmas shopping done and my apartment will be clean and i will be a fanfic writing machine #also my friends and i booked a demolition room so im sure that will be beneficial kfldjfldndks

[atombombicarus]

#poems on tumblr #some of my poetry #poetry #so this poem is called a love letter to nicotine and I wrote it last time I quit smoking #and I’m trying to quit again even tho I made that decision this morning and already fucked it up #my depression is really bad the past couple days and this is just #I am very melancholy lately

[ithoughtilovedtheocean]

my levity

I hope you feel my love for you.

I hope it wraps itself around you when you need a hug, when you need comfort.

I hope it warms you when the world makes you cold, makes you ache in your bones.

I hope it fills you when you’re empty, when you feel like you’ve been drained by life.

I hope it lights your path when the world’s gone dark, gone dangerous and insular.

I hope it settles into your skin and becomes as much a part of you as it is of me.

I hope you feel my love for you,

and, in time, your love for me.

#I actually wrote something sweet for once lol #my friends had me feeling mushy the other morning and inspired me to write cheesy love poems #own work #poetry #spilledink #love #friendship #poem

[llama-li]

I'm myself, as I am the things around me. What am I, if not the pink in the clouds? If not the bubbles overflowing the tub—the dripping wax of a candle?

I'm myself, as I am the things I create. I'm the boy in the art I make—the girl in the words I write. I am the person in the friendships I forge, as I am what they see in the stars.

I’m myself, as I am the things I feel. I am their hands in mine—the love I hold close. I am the rain on my skin, as I am enamoured with the petrichor.

I’m myself, as I am broken. I'm the tear tracks on my cheeks—the anger in my veins. I am the cracks in the mirror, as I am the reflection.

I’m myself, as I am loved. I'm the way people smile when I laugh—the way they match their breathing to mine. I am the way they hug me when I feel like a burden, as I am the jokes to lighten theirs.

I am myself—as I am a whole world, as I am the way I'd burn it for those I cherish.

I am myself, as I am still here.

#poetry? #poem? #I wrote this and went #’this is so something I’d find on tumblr’ #so here you go #I write..sometimes. #poem #gonna hate this in the morning

[purrfectlycontent]

you breathe into me,

sculpting a body of space dust.

complementary binary stars locked in a gravitational embrace.

we push and pull until both cease to exist,

two halves of a soul reunited.

you pull me closer, caress my cheek,

and claim you’re trying to keep us afloat;

i close my eyes and let your deceit wash away the decay.

but oh, darling, i can’t shake the feeling

that maybe we’re drowning.

#gon writes poems #i watched another melodysheep video and it got me thinking about space #do i know what’s going on here? definitely not #i wrote this in like… five minutes so. yeah #posting this right before i go to sleep so i can wake up tomorrow morning and forget about it

[erravon]

Burn.

The sun's heat was nothing more but candle-like; flickering, but it was there, waiting to fall over and turn into fire

Human-like creatures stomping on earth, the sun couldn't stand idly by

The sun's eyes widened at the destruction that laid beneath its feet, their expression beyond understanding

Humans, animals, plants, life—all will end because of them

And so the sun fell on earth, its gentle warmth turning into blazing heat

Scorching the lands, drying up the waters

And the earth only heard the sun's scream echoing as its blaze die on its own.

But little did the sun know, the sky fell with them

Its lonely arms enveloped the world like a blanket

Hugging its own grief over the sun's death, collapsing in itself

As the sun showed its brilliance for the last time, the sky couldn't stand it

So they looked away, their hands clasping each other, as if praying to someone out there, someone who could hear it.

"The sun is the only star I'll ever love, but if you'll take them for this world's sake, I'm not going to stop you. Not because I love this godforsaken land, but because the sun could never regret the life they have given it."

#levihan #sometimes i just write shit and it turns out to be something that makes me wanna claw out my jugulars and eat it #i hope this is good #attack on titan chapter 132 #short poem #it's almost 5 in the morning and i wrote this half assed shit beecause of skyfall by adele

[kezibun]

The struggles to wake. A story of mornings.

A soft lullaby of rain tempts you not to wake

Your warm heavy duvet like shackles you can not break.

Your kitten comes for cuddles begging you to stay

It's getting harder and harder to keep the dreams at bay.

Oh the stuggle to wake in the morning

This is a deep and dangerous warning.

Get up you must but sleep you wish.

If only you were a cat, dog or even fish.

Where for you rules of mornings and waking could not touch

And whether you slept the day a way would not matter much

If only you didn't have to get up in the morning

Your alarm chimes again like a deep and dangerous warning.

#original poem #a poem i wrote #while trying to get up this morning #poem #keziha rambles #random stuff #my life #i wish I didn't have to get up T_T

[devilmaytrans]

I KINDA WANNA POST POETRY HERE BUT IM SHY

#flower.txt #i wrote a poem this morning #it was um. gay #should i make a words/poetry blog