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orpheuslament · 4 months

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Little International Waltz, after Federico García Lorca, Dante Émile

#dante émile #words #poetry #federico garcía lorca #lorca #poets on tumblr #trans poets on tumblr #is this anything. hello #i was on the phone w my darling & he asked me to read pequeño vals vienés cus its like our poem & then this happened

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haunted-xander · 2 months

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Shadowbringers is about learning how to live.

Your enemy is stasis- everything and everyone is stagnant, they wait and wait for something to happen, but don't do anything to make it so (because the ones who tried before failed, because they don't know what to do/how to do it). People don't change, they don't try, not really. The crystarium is doing well, it's independent and sustainable, but it doesn't have the reach or power to do much outside of Lakeland. The Exarch is more-or-less confined to the city (because of the tower, because he's waiting for you), so even if he had power elsewhere, he'd be limited with how much he, personally, can do.

Eulemore is filled with mindless indulgence, there's no hardships or labour or anything but luxury for the free citizens, and the bonded only have to worry about fulfilling the task(s) they were brought for. The outside world doesn't matter, hard work doesn't matter, personal fulfillment beyond indulgence doesn't matter, everything exist solely in the moment. The people out in Kholusia have pretty much given up, they stay close to the city in the hopes that this time they will be picked, this time they will be saved. They wait and wait and do nothing but wait. The ones who try to live on are dying out or eventually give up and join the rest in waiting.

Ahm Areang, Rak'tika, even Il Mheg are all just waiting for something, anything to happen. They go day to day, surviving simply because it's all they can. Nothing changes.

Until, of course, you should up. You, who causes a ripple of change simply by existing, who can move the immovable by sheer will. You showed them that things can change, that things can, and will happen, if they just try. You show them that they can make things better, that there is an option besides waiting for a slow death, if they'd just grab fate by the neck and tell it "No. We are doing this my way".

And they do. They rally up together and do what they thought impossible. Not all their efforts succeed(not immediately), but they tried. They tried, they failed, and they got up and tried again and again until it did work. They take the chances, not knowing how it'll turn out (because it's not about whether it fails or succeeds, it's about having tried).

They learn how to try, little by little, and every step they learn what it means to really live.

Endwalker is about learning how to love life.

Your enemy is nihilism- the idea that nothing matters, that there is no real joy to be found that isn't snuffed out by misery. A concept that denounces greys in favor of a black-and-white view where black is all encompassing. Everywhere you go, people are doing what they can to survive, but refuses (or maybe are afraid to, or maybe never knew they could) try to actually save themselves. The Forum plans for escape, to leave their homeworld behind and take whatever they can afford. They will live on, but they won't be saved, no one is saved(and even with escape they aren't safe, Despair is everywhere and She will not stop until all has become Nothing).

The Loporrits love Etheirys, but in the way Winter loves Spring. They know about it, they are so close to it, but they are distant. They're strangers, they've never met. It's love, and it's pure and true, but it's also just love. It's surface-level(because the surface is all they had). Their love is pure but it's instinctual. Programmed. They love because they don't know how to not love. They want to save it's people, save us, but they don't know what it really means to save, so they create refuge instead(because that's what She told them to, because this is how love works for them).

The people of Garlemald are terrified, they are victims of extreme indoctrination, the (deserved) push-back their army got proved them "right"(that we are savage beasts to fear, that they are but prey in the maws of rabid dogs). They want to be build-up again, but what's left for them now? The world hates them(and it's all their fault, the ones who see past the propaganda know this, but who will listen to them?) and they are dying. It's so cold and the fuel is running out. They won't accept help, because they've been filled with the idea that there is no such thing as pure kindness from "savages"(and they are too prideful to question it, to break apart from the illusion that they are surperior, because they're terrified to face the truth).

The sky screams, the earth wheeps and the foundation of existence is overtaken by Despair, misery is around every corner and who knows what will happen now? Where do we go? What do we do? We live and live but for what?

What's the point of it all?

That's the question, and the answer is everything. We live because there is joy to be found. Because there is beauty in the world. Because there are stars in the sky. Because flowers bloom in spring. Because cats purr. Because waves crash against the shore. Because of every single little thing we can see, hear or feel. Because we love and are loved. Because there are things to do and discover. Because why not?

And you tell them this, by letting them see that there is more to life than the little they have seen. The Forum has closed it's eyes to anything but it's own kith and kin, everything outside of Old Sharlayan is irrelevant(non-intervention, always non-intervention) and it takes the entire world coming and telling them "We are here. We are alive, and we will make tomorrow happen." for them to realize they have slowly been killing themselves and what they stand for(you pride yourself on knowledge, but where is your wisdom? What do you truly know of things outside your own bubble? You do not know that which is lived because you refuse to aknowledge anything but the written word).

The Loporrits see Etheirys itself, they experience it's corners and valleys and learn what love can really be. They want to save it, truly save it, because they love and this time it's informed, it's personal(I love you, I love you, and I want you to know I love your loves too).

In Garlemald everything is slow, unsteady and complicated, but it's changing. They're changing. With every person who accepts help the illusion of supremacy and "purity" melts away just a bit, and the wall standing between them and us breaks a little(it will never vanish completely, years upon years of oppression and subjugation and conquest don't disappear like that, but it's a start).

Shadobringers is about learning how to live, but Endwalker is about learning how to love life.

#FINALLY I FOUND A WAY TO PUT IT TO WORDS #its like. shb is about trying and trying again and again regardless of how it turns out-#because life is a game of dice were any and all sides are possible #but you have to throw it. because if you dont you wont get anything- be it good or bad #and thats not living #and ew is like. doing things not because you have to but because you *want* to #you throw the dice because you want *that* side(s). because you want something (to happen/to exist/to love)#living is trying and loving is wanting. you cant love without life and you cant live without love. not really #i think moreso than any other expacs that shb & ew enhance each other when viewed together (in a broad sense- in a collective)#this turned halfway into poetry at the end but its the only way i could put it that made like. sense to me. its about Feeling and loving and #living and everything all at once #tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow #final fantasy #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #ffxiv #shadowbringers #endwalker #xander rambles #going insane. my brain is melting and being build up again and again and again

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stellarsightz · 6 months

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you devote yourself to Him / live, breathe, sleep, exist for Him and yet, / He stays silent.

i am so so so normal about him i promise 👍

ft. lines from a poem i wrote; alt versions under the cut

clouds are from Jacob van Ruisadel's paintings -> A view of Amsterdam (c. 1665 - 1670), Road through Fields of Corn near the Zuider Zee (c. 1660 - 1662) and A Haarlempje: View of Haarlem with Bleaching Fields

and my silly poem <3 i dont write poems very often, so forgive me if it's a bit rough around the edges

#this was supposed to be another sexy cicero what the hell happened here #i struggled so much with this piece argh. im so glad its finally finished #my art #stellar.artz #artists on tumblr #digital art #tesblr #skyrim #cicero skyrim #cw: partial nudity #(he has socks on dw guys hes fine)#tumblr if you flag this as mature i will kill you #nudity is not inherently immoral or sexual!! sorry for baring his shoulders like that ig #poetry #original poetry #i guess??

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oatbugs · 29 days

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pls i need to provide updates

#basically yesterday night was chaharshanbe suri . which is a solar new yr tradition where we let go of the past suffering in our year #and like...start the new yr w fresh vigour . anyway so my friend was at the event and we were abt to leap over the fire #and she was like bro im im glad u blocked her (situationship) etc etc . and then. my phone started vibrating. and i look at it. and my f #friend looks at it. and its her. and were both like what the fuck?? i blocked her things r Over and anyway so i pick up the phone and shesl #acting like nothing happened (bc nothing DID happen for her) and she was like ohh ur doing chaharshanbe suri im not doing anything etc what #are ur new yr plans so i jusr .IDK WHY I DID THIS . but ig i didnt wanna come off as like lonely i said probably hanging out w family and #friends maybe reading poetry together . et cetera and she was like wait that sounds so fun why didnt u invite me!#LIKE WDYM YOUVE BEEN CONSISTENTLY MAKING IT CLEAR U DONT WANT TO BE IN MY PRESENCE . and i told her that after #everything i thought she didnt want to see me again and she was like you always think that 😐 . like. ?? ok anyway so she expects me to #invite her . and like. there is an above 0% but sub-5% chance she will actually show up . but the panic that gripped me #i started making calls to my friends asking them if they can come on the 23rd bc there must be an event and also i asked my mother #and she said actually yeah i am doing a thing on the 23rd :D it involves over 16 ppl (we live in a v small flat) of which like...7 are kids #so you wont have space to be in ur own room let alone invite others. which tbh like ...being around a bunch of loud kids doesnt seem fun fo #any of my friends or me etc so i thought maybe i should arrange things so that we all go out together and if she shows up she shows up 🤷‍♀️#but . im so. WHY DID I SAY THAT . i had to panic-call my research partner and ask him to get from oxf to where i live on the 23rd #and when he heard the explanation he like. the light in his voice disappeared 💀 but he potentially agreed so idk #THE ISSUE IS. 23rd im supposed to also have . a date #w this girl that i had a huge crush on when i was 15-16 (posted abt this b4 but id get shitty black coffee in the mornings just to spend a #few more minuted w her each day and she was the cleverest girl in school and she cared abt nothing but her academics but now shes very gay #scraggly homosexual etc etc shes cute) and YEAH IDK #like id have to go there on the date come back fast meet ppl POTENTIALLY (again under 5%) meet situationship girl #like is that even doable #but the thing is it would be so so so funny bc all of my friends dislike her sooo much #.........what if i invited the girl im supposed to have a date w over to hang out w us #god that would be so hilarious and chaotic . i wont do it tho im a mature person x #but it would be soooo funny #I HAVE AN ASSIGNMENT DUE TMRW 12:30PM IT IS 10:49PM RN I HAVENT STARTED IT bc i was rotting sadly in bed #popped a ritalin pill tho so here we go x #i have found myself in a state of such sheer agony and rage and sorrow and grief over this girl that atp i feel like #its just so entertaining . like i feel vaguely over it? ik nothing will come of it so its like just . have fun . vibe

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antlerpunk · 2 years

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FRAUD /// FIRST

#ultrakill gameplay is largely about spectacle but it's never really been treated as such in-world.#i like the idea of a layer that actively frames yr violence as a performance being put on for an audience #we know v1 isn't the main character of its story. if we're going to find out at some point what exactly its role is #i think this is the layer it has to happen #one centered around the themes of narrative and poetry and performance #ultrakill #antlerspawn

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suffering-is-cute · 4 months

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I don't understand or remember you sometimes, and your soul is unfamiliar to mine, but we've shared the soup. Minestrone stains. Crumbs from that time I broke bread in bed. Tomato under a corner. We've shared the soup. Imprints of you in me.

why else would I write poems?

I forgive myself for wanting to love you so badly i lied about it. I forgive you for pretending to believe it. Distance will blur everything. You can fly now. Still, come back to see me sometime. I think you'll still miss me, so I'll meet you by the gate where the cornflowers, long grass, and thistles grow.

You can pick some of the miniature violets. You planted them, afterall.

I'll play you couplets and you'll read me cello. Maybe one day we can write a beautifully messy, entirely distracted script together and the notations will be written in soft black ink the colour of berries. I'll hum the tune under my breath when I'm alone at home and you'll play it on guitar on a bench at a bar on your holiday and when pressed for more information we'll tell the birds and the drunkards who hear that this is a song we wrote together to sing as a duet,

as a couple,

to an audience.

and when we meet again, when you come home, we'll turn our faces away from each other and pretend to have forgotten ever writing such a song whilst making pointed references to it and refusing to look at each other while trying not to mutter and whisper the lyrics under our breath.

And we'll get drunk on cooking alcohol in the kitchen while our German potato pancakes burn and curse out the local politicians with no lock on our door, the car engine revving outdoors, and the birds chirping at a twilight that seems entirely too rowdy for just the two of us in a house more like a barn with gaps in the wooden steel-banded door. You'll sit on the step and give me a long look and I'll stand in the doorway and fall over immediately, wobbly as a horrid

drunk, and you'll let me fall in the mud without catching me.

the mud will splash on you too and then, then you'll pull me up with one hand and drunk, you'll whine a soft growl into my ear and we'll giggle like kids, again - again, when the sun starts to set and we get inside to shower and sober. Sober, we might do something inexplicable. We might watch TV together with the fuzzy static on the channel and one of your hands on mine, the other holding up the remote as you surf focused through the channels, tilting your chin in concentration. I'll have my leg linked over yours and the other foot on the coffee table and we'll lean over each other to savour the only warmth we've had in a long time and sabotage our relationship.

whatever I have with you, I cherish it, even when I can't name it. Especially because I can't name it. I feel like what I have with you defies naming. And that makes me happy.

happier than I've been in a long time. Being with you helps.

inspired by @viverid 's poetry

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acaciapines · 9 months

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rereading 20020 bc of course i am and. i just love nine okay.

#17776 #20020 #nine 17776 #ten 17776 #chatter #ITS JUST SO GOOD OKAY this story means EVERYTHING to me #like the story. the themes. the characters #the way it is TOLD if i can ever make something even half as good #just. god. i love all of jon bois stuff i watch all his documentaries on secret base #and like i know NOTHING about sports i did not come from a sports family none of this was passed down to me #and yet every single time his stuff gets me okay. and im like. yeah. yeah i get it.#its just. the stories. the land. the way its all happened before and will again #like idk which chapter it is but when nick and manny do the throw with the train #and how its like a train that ran that EXACT same route and its like #these are! football fields! arbitrarily stretched out to the us borders!#there should not be such poetry in it AND YET #literally i think juice has a line about it somewhere idk what it is just #its art without an artist. and it IS it really is #god. i tear up every time at that video. the way nick uses his obt so manny doesnt have to #the way the camera follows the train #the way every other team takes the bate and im like #nobody else is doing it like 17776 and 20020! nobody!!!!#and im like. this is it. this is what its about #these are the stories we can tell. the stories that are possible to tell #this is such a fundamental part of me AS IM SURE IS OBVIOUS #GOT A WHOLE ESSAY IN THE TAGS HERE #sometimes i think about how i was there when these were both posting #and im like. no matter what else has happened in my life #it was worth it bc i get to live in a world where stories like this exist #and will continue to be worth it bc they will continue to exist. and one day im gonna read the next part

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kisaraslover · 3 months

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Kisara being shy and Seto being cold-natured is a good thing because if they walk the earth together as lovers its atomic levels of dangerous like these twos souls are caught in an endless loop of submission and dominance and forever fated to long for each other with 5 millennia of built up longing when they start getting sweet THEYRE GETTING SWEET like theres no way theyre living like this?? everyday?? you cant feel that much its not possible?? CHILL. No??? well witnessing them side effects include nausea, fainting, headache, heartache, ears ringing, hands shaking, disorientation, all stroke symptoms etc.

they need to be contained by their own reserved natures for everyone elses sake is what im saying

#not art #seto kaiba #kisara #blueshipping #mokuba kaiba is our strongest soldier. able to survive and block out their flirty voices. doesnt even register w him anymore #he adapted for survival. ears stop working when he hears them speaking softly to each other #if kisara is sitting on setos lap but theyre chillin doing seperate work or talking about whatever? safe👍 its cool theyre normal #if kisara is sitting on setos lap and theyre speaking gently: RUN RUN RUN SURVIVE MISSION: SURVIVE MESSAGE TO ALL BITCHES: SURVIVE #theyre making declarations of love with poetry you couldnt even imagine.#seto kaiba is speaking into existence the most gut wrenching line of words ever spoken. with a voice that will haunt you for your life #just casually inventing new levels of love any day of the week. mokuba is 100% convinced its unhealthy to some level👍#but whatever makes yall happiest idk im not reading all that good for you or sorry that happened i guess👍👍#mokuba not bothering to untangle whatever weird ass thing they got going on just happy theyre pretty normal and well adjusted like #a good half of the day. good enough for him #really good for seto kaiba standards!! and he doesnt need to be genius to know its really good for kisara standards too #kisaras fuckin weird 👍👍 much love tho

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pechikka · 2 years

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i really enjoy the understated trend in The Owl House that almost everytime we get a character's flashback to something we saw in a previous episode, the lines are slightly off

it always irks me when in media everyone seems to have photographic memory and latches onto the specific phrasing of whatever was said. TOH sometimes has flashbacks quote the original scene directly, but other times it has them be Just Close Enough that if you yourself probably wouldn't spot the difference unless you were paying close attention; they get the gist of it and maybe some specific turns of phrase that stuck with them, but not necessarily the exact literal wording

i especially like how understated it is. often when showing How The Character Remembers Something as different from how it actually happened, stories have the flashback go very overboard in framing things in ways that are blatantly colored by the character's perception, and while that is in itself usually a fascinating glimpse into how they percieve the world, i really like how realistically Just Subtly Different recollections are in The Owl House

#the owl house #sushi speaks #the ones that stick out most are luzs recollection of the promise to her mom and the collectors rhymes #the former is remembered as being harsher than it actually was because it was those unintentional implications that weighed on her most #and the latter because come on who the hell would remember the specific adlib poetry that a spooky shadow child said.#she remembered the vibes as more overtly sinister because i mean the whole experience was sinister #and she did remember the specific wording of 'nine bright hues' because shes smart and gets the implication that it means the covens #but i enjoy the implication that this extends to other memories we have seen #like. raine and edas meeting probably wasnt EXACTLY like she tells it down to the exact words but it was probably largely accurate #its just that its unreasonable for someone to actually remember Literally Every Word of conversations that happened an hour ago #let alone 30 years ago #and ofc amitys dad sounding far more authoritative in her memories of her parents ordering her to cut off contact with willow #we have no indication alador was ever THAT proactive in curating amitys friendgroup #but he was probably present and he probably did back odalia up on the issue #and because amity looks up to her father she internalized it as it being a decision that came from both of them #and as such in her memories theyre both firmly and decidedly ordering her to stop seeing her

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thriftdyke · 7 months

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tagged by @grieving4theliving 9 favorite books! I suck at remembering books I loved in the past so these are just the books I’m used to telling people are my favorite books plus some I’ve read recently plus fav series. (for series I tried to choose my fav from each but the series as a whole can also be represented)

tagging:

@loveyouslay @jordanshenessy @friendofcars @eruditetyro @lesbianjudasiscariot and anybody else who wants to!

#kinda surprised I’m putting tomorrow(x3) on here cuz I honestly thought it was a 4 star book while reading but #after I finished I realized I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I actually loved it.#been happening to me a lot lately its weird #anyway its the best standalone I’ve read in years probably so its going on here #I NEED everyone to read the marty mcconnell book (top left).#its hard to find you have to order from like a specific publishing site #but its the best poetry I’ve ever read and it legitimately has healed my soul so many times #color purple and the poisonwood bible are the answers I usually give people when I want to sound sophisticated and smart #they did change my life though. even though I think I only read tcp once #and I just remembered edward tulane the other day…. god. most heartwrenching fucking childrens book you’ll ever read #books #tag game

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angry-roomba-army · 11 days

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what if the journals ranging from jealousy to near worship weren't that bad what if it was just william's gay ass theater kid poetry about his crush that looked really bad to a divorced police officer without context. i don't actually think that's what happened its just fun to think about. like what if

#angry roomba whirrs #five nights at freddys #fnaf #william afton #william afton fnaf #fnaf william afton #do you think hes a cannibalism as a metaphor for love kinda guy or does he go for a more catholic guilty ohh my love is corruption angle #like i dont really know much about catholic gulit or catholicism in general cause im not a catholic but like ive seen the tumblr posts #and the gay religious fanart #oh shoot i forgot to tag willry #willry #willry fnaf #fnaf willry #ok done PHEW #so anyway like what would a divorced police officer know about romance? firstly hes a cop secondly hes divorced so clearly not much #and we all know william hes theatrical hes a romantic or at least he seems like the romantic type im kinda jumping to conclusions here #so he would write gay ass theater kid poetry about his crush! he would!#and then when some normie ass unpoetic cop reads his DIARY of course hes not gonna understand the poetic passages dedicated to his love #like HELLO????? thats not ““““raving”””” its a SOLILOQUY come on man #and! he read his DIARY. like idc that he was investigating a murder you! dont! read! peoples! diaries!#if i were will and someone read my diary i would be so horrified like im surprised that HE wasnt the one who built a suicide bot after that #also! if you picked a random ass average target goer probably likes golf or something and showed them cannibalism as a metaphor for love #poetry they probably wouldn't see the poetic devotion part of it i think that they might think that you're crazy #or maybe. im just severely underestimating the poetic literacy of the average golf playing target goer that could be true #but anyways maybe thats what happened between clay and will like clay saw his poetry and was like yeah this is weird #oh shit i just realized a lot of the contents of williams diary are just public knowledge now like at least a mention of the raving passage #has to be somewhere in the case file just for anyone to access. oh god they live in a small town too word travels fast ohhh crap #well he kind of brought it upon himself like idk maybe don't kill children and your diary won't be read #by poetically illiterate and romantically stunted divorced cops #sorry im yapping. im yap deprived i needed to yap cough cough yeah that's me coughing from how yap deprived i am cough cough cough

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mrpicasso-face · 6 months

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The dark follows you.

The trees can surround you

At any moment.

Blink,

And you'll miss it.

They'll surround you,

They'll choke the sun.

It will die.

Right there in front of you.

I keep forgetting that.

I'll watch the tunnel collapse,

I'll see the light fade.

Lately I've been there.

Stay away,

For your own good,

Stay away.

#writing #my writing #poetry #poem #thoughts #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #rut #ugh #its happening again #why is it like this

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stagefoureddiediaz · 1 year

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‘Just be silent.’

One story ends in silence when there are no words left to say

The next starts with a few words of affirmation,

‘You can have my back any day.’

It races through the highs and lows

but the words are always there.

So many left unspoken, but yet still known.

In the depths of the soul where hope and love are formed

filling in the spaces

like kintsugi, making the broken more beautiful

climbing toward the light

until

‘talk to me’

#I haven't written poetry in literal years #but this happened #I don't know if I like it but its being put out into the world anyway!#yes I am all up in my feels #911 on fox #911 poetry #poetry #I don't know what this is #send help!!!!#911onfox #911 fox #Eddie got me writing poetry!!

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pinoruno · 1 year

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spn poetry month - day 6 - shadows: blood in the backseat

a tribute to anna for today's "shadows" prompt! wanted to explore the angels'-deaths-as-wing-shadows sort of idea, & this odd dissociative-grace thing sort of just. Sprung Forth.

@spnpoetryrenaissance

#played with the fire motif a little bit too bc of course inherent to a burned shadow is the flammable exigence. but tried to focus more on #the ash of it all. idk. i like the idea that anna was cognizant the whole time i feel like that was sort of. Touched On w the whole early #childhood psych evals thing but (as is the case with most things in spn) tragically under explored.#i also like the idea that when angels go out they can sort of See it happen? like they end up in the empty obviously but when their eyes do #the shooty grace thing its like Expelling them from their vessels so they are momentarily sort of Suspended above everything #before the metaphorical lights go out. i just think its all very compelling #i'm not really explaining all that very well but [meme voice] i just think she's neat. anyway.#spnpoetryrenaissance #spn poetry #day 6 #FUCKING HELL JUST REALIZED I QUEUED THIS TO THE WRONG BLOG. whatever its whatever i'll just self reblog in the other direction #i'm not writing all that again

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iregretdoing · 1 year

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"You belong to me."

"Those who die on the battlefield are not royalty, nobility, or commoners. They are the defeated, who die."

"I feel no responsibility to comrades who've lost lives under my command. Because they chose to fight in each battle.. Just as I chose this. But if there is something that... I can do for them. Something I can do for the dead... Then it is to win. I must keep winning to attain my dream. To realize my dream, I will perch on top of their corpses.. It is a blood-smeared dream, after all. I don't regret or feel guilty about it."

"Do I need to give you a reason each time I risk my life for your sake?"

"While many can pursue their dreams in solitude, other dreams are like great storms blowing hundreds, even thousands of dreams apart in their wake. Dreams breathe life into men and can cage them in suffering. Men live and die by their dreams. But long after they have been abandoned they still smolder deep in men's hearts. Some see nothing more than life and death. They are dead, for they have no dreams."

"In this world, some people born are like keys that move the world and exist having no connection to the social hierarchy established by man."

"It is my perception, that a true friend never relies on another's dream. A person with the potential to be my true friend, must be able to find his reason for life without my help. And, he would have to put his heart and soul into protecting his dream. He would never hesitate to fight for his dream, even against me. For me, a true friend is one who stands equal on those terms."

Among thousands of comrades and ten thousand enemies, only you... only you made me forget everything that I wanted.

"I'd dream, that on nights of the full moon, I'd become a small child and find myself embraced with a nostalgic warmth... But... When I wake from the dream... All that remains is a vague sense of longing...

And that, too, soon fades away - along with a single tear, like morning dew."

#griffith #berserk 1997 #berserk #kentaro miura #guts berserk #guts #there's such poetry to Griffith #he lived for nothing but his dream - taking actions that made him disgusted and hate himself #watching the corpses pile up he let it happen because they dedicated themselves to his dream just as he did #since his dream already cost their lives he knew he couldn’t let it go #and then... he met the one person that made him forget everything he had dedicated his life for #and they LEFT him without even saying why #the loss consumed him so much that he ruined all chance of ever achieving his goals #and then was like totured for two years straight because of it...#and then when hes finally saved from it.. its by the very person who betrayed him.#doesnt even have a tounge to speak with or a way to kill himself at that point #and its then hes offered a sacrifice.#damn everyone you ever loved to hell #let go of every last remnant of your humanity. and we'll make your a dream a reality #no humanity left - his dream was achieved. he loves nothing now - and when he sees his friend again... all he can feel is an echo #an echo of forgotten longing.

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t00thfull · 22 days

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silver, maybe bronze.

for if i am not yours, what am i? your trophy on a pedestal; number one plastered across my chest. your favorite is an honored position to hold, i'd hold it on my knees, devote. looking up at you with tears streaking my face. if i am not yours, who do i belong to? if not you, and not myself.

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