#like 'my poetry muse 🖤'

[amelee23]

Ok girlies (gender neutral) I am curious about something. Reblog and tell me in the tags if you had your favorite bias (or biases) in your contact list, what would be their contact name? (Bonus points if you tell me who that bias is)

#I'll start lol. i have two ult biases kihyun of monsta x and lee know of stray kids. for lee know I'd probably name him something sappy #like 'my poetry muse 🖤' #cuz i keep writing loads of poetry about him hehe #and for kihyun ... 😂 #'Kiki's delivery service' #kpop games #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop smau #stray kids #bts #nct #ateez #txt #enhypen #monsta x #seventeen #blackpink #kpop x reader #kpop #how do i tag this to reach a lot of people idk HELP

[yourwinchesterbros]

Kaellie Murphy & Opie Winston

A mood-board , requested by @alohomorasomnium (This is what I picture when I see you and Ope meeting for the first time, based off your self-description! Enjoy 🖤)

Head cannons

The first time you ran into the infamous, well known feared biker was in the local library, of all places. You froze in your tracks, a deer in headlights, cornered in the section of romance novels.

“I think I’m lost… would you mind directing me to the mechanics section?”

With relief, you softly smile as you nodded. You brushed past his towering figure which nearly blocked the entire aisle. He watched you carefully, gently following your footsteps as you led him to the “M” aisle. The silence was deafening, all that sounded were the clanking his rings rubbing against each other & the jingle of his chain link.

“Here you are, sir”

“It’s Ope, and thank you…”

“Kaellie”

“Nice to meet you Kaellie”

You could feel his eyes on you as you continued your search for the best love story. He wasn’t so scary after all, just a criminal that likes to read about mechanics.

He sat on his bike, buckling in his helmet when your appearance caught his attention yet again. He chuckled to himself as he watched you straddle your own Harley.

“God damn.. a girl after my own heart”

He followed you, his curiosity growing more and more as you rode a-ways, deeper into the town of charming. You turned off your engine once you arrived at the music store.

“Haven’t had a stalker in a while” you say as you approach him on his bike.

“Why are you following me?”

“I’m not sure.. I put my hand on the throttle and now here I am”

The two of you shared a smile. It was then you both knew that there was a deep longing to get to know each other, one that couldn’t be ignored.

Library dates became your constant with Opie. To your discovery, it turns out he actually has a liking for poetry. He was too ashamed to admit it, hence when he found you for the first time, he concealed that part of himself. But… he doesn’t have to worry about that anymore.

He thoroughly enjoys your endless passion for reading, he loves that you’re a hopeless romantic. He lingers around you, pretending to be interested in finding a novel when really he was just fascinated by you. He would watch you, reach to the top shelf for books for you, grabbing your hands in between aisles as he listened to your giggles from the other side. You brought him a sense of peace, calm, and a growing pain in his chest that squeezed him each time he saw you. He knew he was doomed from the get go.

Bike rides were his favourite dates, pulling off the highway to a patch of green. He would always pick wildflowers nearby, and always blue as its your favourite colour. He would then light his Marlboro, and rest on his back against the soft grass, grinning as you nuzzled in his side, nose deep in a novel. After some time, the two of you would look up into the sky, laughing at shapes of the clouds, absorbing the California sun.

“It doesn’t get much better than this babe, it’s been a long time since I’ve been this happy.. please don’t ever go” he would say softly before kissing you.

“Never Ope, you’re the best love story that I was looking for”

Kaellie and Opie are the picture of a beautiful love song. The bond that runs through them cut so deep, they’re able to communicate without words. Opie took his time before bringing Kaellie around the club, afraid she might run from the life when in all reality she embraced it. Behind her kindness, her sweet smile, there was a hidden outlaw dying to come out. She took the role of being his old lady and continued to effortlessly impress him and the rest of the club.

There was always chaos & madness within the club, but whenever there was a quiet moment, kaellie could be found on the rooftop, getting lost in another story. Opie then started to write his own poetry, since he had finally found his muse.

“The outlaw that found love again”

#sons of anarchy #soa #soa imagine #samcro #fanfic #opie winston #moodboard #i ship these two so much #outlaw life #lovers

[roseverie]

Hi doll

Do you have goodreads? I would like to know the books you love that are rare to be known like a woman who appeared to me like Renee Vivien. I'm talking about novels poetry that are in the realm of style of your blog? Thanks Angel xx <3

hi 🖤 I don’t have goodreads, and I haven’t been reading much lately unfortunately, so I’m blanking on specific recs… But this is my current “to read list” that I hope to begin this year—

Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka, Henry and June by Anaïs Nin, The Red Book by Carl Jung, Sirens & Muses by Antonia Angress, Foul lady fortune / Last violent call / These violent delights / Our violent ends / Immortal longings (all books by Chloe Gong), Our wives under the sea by Julia Armfield, Attribution by Linda Moore, Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu, On sun swallowing by Dakota Warren, Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov, If we were villains by M.L. Rio, The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu Women of the Ancient Court of Japan, The Stranger by Albert Camus, The book of disquiet by Fernando Pessoa, Nightcrawling by Leila Mottley, East of eden by John Steinbeck, Don’t look now by Daphne Du Maurier, One hundred years of solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, Lote by Shola von Reinhold, If cats disappeared from the world by Genki Kawamura, The master and the margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

#replied #I’ve left out quite a lot since this will get far too long— but maybe you will find something in this list <3

[gallawitchxx]

Bamboo 🎋 abelia 🌱 sage!

omg emmet hi my precious! 🖤 i have missed you & i hope that you're surrounded by love & that work is very easy today & not at all stressful!

bamboo ⇢ do you change into a different outfit when you get home?

hehehehe sometimes 😏 naw, usually if i change it's just into comfier clothes! i like to sit around in soft things, ya know?

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

nowadays, i'm usually always wearing my wedding rings. unless i forget them by the sink, which i am want to do... but i also have a (s)watch that i love that looks like a glittery jelly sandal. remember those? so it's name is jelly, and it even has a little theme song with my ring... 🎶 jelly & ring, jelly & ring, jelly & ring, together forever... 🎶 AREN'T YOU GLAD YOU ASKED?

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

i answered this here for nosho & i'd also like to add that paintings/sculptures could be quite touching based on the amount on time that the creator would spend musing on their subject.... please! it's pining at its finest!

 ﹟random get-to-know-me ask game  !! 

#hi emmet! i love you emmet! #ask game #ask bee #answered

[cj-writes-things]

~Introduction Post~

Hi, I'm cj

My pseudonym/pen name is Chris Shades (cringe I know but it made sense at the time)

I identify as genderfluid and use any pronouns (including it/its and neos, I'm chill with pretty much whatever, not a huge fan of she/her but don't mind it all that much either)

🩷🤍💜🖤💙

At the time of this post, I'm 18 and in my freshman year of college as an english major

I hope to be a writer, whether it be books, poetry, songs, shows- you name it, I just love to tell a good story

I'm queer (somewhere under the bi umbrella, maybe on the a-spec, and as mentioned above, genderfluid) and neurodivergent (AuDHD and possibly some other things I haven't quite figured out yet), so homophobia, transphobia, ableism, etc. will not be tolerated here

Things I'll probably post about here:

*My writing (obviously)*

**Music**

Art of various forms

Personal stories/experiences/musings

Photography- if I ever get a good camera :')

Dreams/goals

Whatever my current hyperfixation/special interest is (usually fandom-related)

Mental health, psychology, neurodiversity, etc.

✨️Aesthetics✨️

And I'd totally love to discuss/answer questions about any of those topics!

I'm also very interested in history, mythology, space, animals, theatre, and travel

*For the most part, I intend to use this blog to post fanfics, poetry, songs, and pieces of the multiple book series I have in the works

I look forward to sharing my stories with you all, but I do ask that you engage with my work in a respectful and considerate manner. If you don't like something, obviously you don't have to read it; constructive criticism is welcome and even encouraged but don't just hate-comment bc I do tend to take things very personally, and please don't ever repost without credit or use my work without permission as I do hope to eventually publish some of this stuff

(Also, I absolutely love talking about my OCs and the worlds they inhabit, so please please please don't hesitate to ask me about them)*

**I cannot for the life of me recognize or comprehend the genres and I may not be familiar with every single song or artist but I live and breathe music, I love to sing, I'm listening to music in my earbuds almost 24/7, I really want to learn an instrument (planning to start working on guitar this summer) and maybe even be in a band someday, and I'm always happy to give or receive song/artist recommendations or share specially curated playlists (including OC/series based playlists) if anyone's interested**

Fun facts:

I have a little sister and three dogs

I love the rain

I want to learn sign language

I was in a horrendous production of Alice in my senior year of high school (I played the caterpillar)

I absolutely cannot settle on an aesthetic; I love so many of them so much, so my style is kind of all over the place

I have an awful, stupid sense of humor (think dad jokes, corny puns, etc.)

Contact options:

"Ask" button under the blog title

Messages here on tumblr

Email: [email protected]

Phone number: [REDACTED]

You can also find me on...

My main tumblr blog: @duck-in-a-thrift-store

Instagram: mx.harris05

Among Us: MxHarris (username), tiemint#1852 (friend code)

YouTube Music: you can check out some of my playlists here

That's it for now I guess, I might eventually be on ao3 and/or webtoon and if that happens I'll update this with the relevant info

~Tagging~

(subject to frequent changes/updates, still in the works)

Music:

#cj's music recs

#song of the day

#cj's playlists

Warrior cats fanfic:

#love over law

#LoL Secrets (arc 1)

#LoL Truth (arc 2)

#LoL character

#LoL song

Side note: since I can only have one pinned post at a time, the love over law master post can be found here

Other writing:

#miscellaneous short stories

#common tale with a twist

#the prince × the pauper

#new blog #intro post #blog intro #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #artists on tumblr

[missacidburn928]

Before I started writing fan-fiction, I was a poet first. I still am. It was my first love and provided me with the outlet my broken soul needed to get through the hardest parts of my life.

For the past however many years (I honestly have no idea exactly how long) I haven't written a single poem. And I've been through some serious shit in the last 2 years. I thought my muse moved on to cultivating stories, of what ifs and happy endings to help me out.

I was wrong.

I was still left feeling unbalanced inside. Until today. Today she reminded me what she is here for....me.

And so I sat in front of my little Chromebook, opened a new google doc and began typing the first piece of poetry I've written in ages. It just flowed right out of me.

I usually keep my poetry pretty private. Shared among those closest to me or the few I've spoken up on a stage.

Today I felt compelled to share this new piece. Regardless if anyone is receptive to it or not. So if you want to see what my soul felt like speaking today, click and continue on. 🖤

Muse

I’m sorry

I'm so sorry that I haven't clung to you like I used to when times have gotten rough

I’m sorry

I'm so sorry that I couldn't bring myself to latch on to you to shelter me through the chaos

I’m sorry

I'm so sorry that what was once second nature to me has now become something I have to actively think to participate in

I’m sorry

I'm so sorry that my recent use of you is not what you originally leant me your guidance for

I’m sorry

I'm so sorry that my connection to my words and my soul took a detour into new lands

I’m sorry

I'm so sorry that I can string together words, turning them into worlds for others to lose themselves in but I forget to do it for myself

I’m sorry

I'm so sorry that I've allowed your true purpose to stay locked away for so long

I’m sorry

I'm so sorry that I take care of everyone else’s emotional stability but without you I can't take control of mine

I’m sorry

I’m so sorry that without you there is no “self care” for me

I’m sorry

I’m so sorry for what I've put us both through these past few years

I’m sorry

I’m so sorry that I didn't right this wrong before now

I’m sorry

Please Forgive Me

#poetry #original poem #poetfirst #fanfiction second #why am i like this #no one cares anyway

[thepoet-ry]

-ceremony-

I know the place where the ceremony begins,

where we are together again in tides

of laughter breathing and breaking

on the shore. The stars and satellites

revolve around us the starry dome

of heaven encases us, holds us in its hands.

Danye comes up from behind us

through beach grass and we laugh

and wave as he tells us he wants to spin

his poi, glowing colored balls from strings

and he is now the universe and the stars,

glowing and burning in flow for our eyes.

Two figures from the known right emerge

and ask to share our fire. They are from

the past and cast no shadows. They sit

and watch the movement from Danye,

him with the pins in his hat flashing

reflecting firelight, a reminder of the flame.

A woman with cat ears emerged from aether

do you know who she was? I feel like

she once told me I was a wizard

we had shared nights of wine in comfy beds

but she had fallen asleep as i told her

I loved her.

A silhouette came from the darkened left

beyond the bluffs then disappeared,

with stories of mad meth dances

in his wake, his sound swept away

by the waves and the smell of his memory

washed away by the wind.

We sat sipping booze from the bottle

and felt like new incarnation of uncles

Allen and Jack, of grandfathers Li Po

and Tu Fu and we heard the waves

call our names, tasted the buzz and cellular

singing of nicotine.

I reachedfor my water without looking

and found it like that. We talked

with the sharers of our fire about epic poetry,

Homer, and the Greeks. "Sing in me, O Muse,

of that traveler who strayed so far from home."

Those things we need, always at hand.

-march 12 2020-

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[zachrykdouglas]

🌹💀🖤 "Like a dream caught in-between your teeth, some things you'll fight your whole life to keep. Wandering amongst the wicked and forsaken, my breaking will never be defined by what broke me. I've spent a lot of years in search for something more than what I already had. Some days I cannot get enough of my own suffering. It's where the magic lives. It's where I was born. It's where victory feels like marching towards an untouched wilderness. Most of my secrets are kept in a heart no longer willing to play a villainous part. Baptized by the outlaw's way, scars cover what good is left of me. I've thrown stones at my own glass house for the sake of running out what took over when I left. My hands shake with gratitude. If you didn't know me, you'd think it was out of fear or agony, enriched with mahogany tones. Enlightenment found me in a lukewarm bath I passed out in, waiting for the end to come. It took another six months for it to collapse into nothing more than an orphaned epiphany, handed out by what I couldn't kill that night. I don't know where love goes when it leaves. I just hope I can find it again when this part of my hurting surrenders to the angels keeping everything safe from my own company. A million more miles are left to go down a highway that barely shows me its hand. Spades and diamonds make up the interstate. I'll bide my time until I have something I can bet on, something I can play. I've layed down on motel beds, thinking I had made it, thinking about what a good life really is. I remain starving for more sunsets to eat, more sunrises to burn with. I had to kill the coward in me to make room for the warrior I needed to be. With fangs still dripping blood from a moon, I'm considering turning into a werewolf to keep up with this hunger for poetry about a new muse. I look to my left and right, knowing I'm all alone most of the time, it feels as though I'll make it right this fortnight. I gave my crown away at birth. It didn't fit who I was, nor did I want to elope with a conceited point of view. My millions are worth nothing. I take pride in barely getting by. I'll go forward, bravely, into this battle, upon a saddle made for me." (at Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CaYtTxxsUoZ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[handslikehelios]

Be gay do infodump about your partners >=3 -♥💥

Oh, and I thought you’d never ask! <3

As mentioned by now I have three partners, all on sliding scales of only romantically involved to involved on all fronts. For example, I am only romantically involved with my little rabbit - our lovely little wife who I adore to no end. You don’t know how much I wish to scoop her up and treat her like the princess she is! She had pushed me a lot to be more open about myself and my emotions, rather than let them stew inside the me until it spills out in one horrible wave. Perhaps I spoil her too much, but I adore her reactions and her cute expressions when I gift her something new 🖤

And then!! Our little musician… oh, yes, how I’ve come to adore him. I will be honest, for some time I was… at odds with him, perhaps just jealous when he started to date our shared partner. But he has taken it upon himself to have taken care of me back when I had fallen ill, and fortunately I, too, cannot resist the allure of a hunky masked man. Plus! Now we can team up on our other loves together <3!

And of course… my darling huntsman. The man I traveled the Void for and would gladly do it again, if it meant to be together until the end of time with him. I never knew love could be so strong until him, and I never knew you could miss someone so strongly until him. I would do anything to make him happy. I need to write more poetry of him - he’s an excellent muse, and we used to write poems back and forth. I do think we should get back into that… I miss it.

#whispers.txt #answering machine #I’m a little sleepy still but! tl;dr. I have so much love within the me