#main blog poetry

[oozins]

x-files fridge poems

#had to make them cute for ig.. these r already on my main blog but having everything in one place=deep peace #my art #collage #journal #art journal #collage art #my writing #poetry #scrapbook #xfiles #x-files #the x files #fox mulder #dana scully #i want to believe #acid test

[pyaari-naari]

Tere paas apna dupatta bhul jaun,

Issi bahane tujhse phir ek baar milne aau.

#tum main aur mere dupatte ka pallu #aayee hayee mere cutie patootie #desi #being desi #desi blr #desi blog #desiblr #desi shit posting #just desi things #desi culture #desi love #desi light academia #desi dark academia #desi poetry #desi posts #desi pyaar #desi aesthetic #desi core #desi fantasy #desi girl #desi literature #pasandida mard aur main #indian aesthetic #indian tumblr #pyaari naari ki pyaari baatein

[melvolkman]

Instagram: @melvolkman

#autumn #fall #cozy #magical #nature #magic #moody #autumn blog #autumn aesthetic #cozy vibes #November #poetry #hygge #cozy morning #New England #Maine #haunting #dark edit #dark aesthetic #dark academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark art

[slag-of-all-trades]

Fortune Teller

I know this isn't what this blog is usually for, but I dont really have anywhere else to put this. I was really in a bad state today, got sent spiraling about the future because I made the mistake of reading anything about what's happening to trans people here, so I decided to get it out of my system. Thought I'd share in case it helps anyone else too.

Final lines are from this post.

Written out in plain text below the cut for screen readers and because of my handwriting:

I asked an oracle "help me understand. My siblings and I fight but the walls still close in." She placed some folded paper into my hand, and said "all you need to hear is written within." My question I posed, of how the fight would fare, as despair enclosed, and the scrap read: "Despair? If the fight goes well you won't have the cause; If the fight goes ill you won't have the luxury. Rage and riot or weep on your knees - and pause, yes, but never stop. You must continue to be." And at the back of my mind I felt it ring true, If you're transgender you have to live.

Please.

I love you.

#emotionally vulnerable on main #transgender #trans #my poems #my poetry #im tagging this like tumblr will ever let me find it again on my own blog #poem #poetry

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

All the talk about when you joined tumblr got me down memory line and I went through my old blogs

I joined in late 2016 or early 2017 because I saw supernatural tumblr posts and other on Pinterest and wanted the experience

Soke things on the old blogs didn't age well, but it still got me smiling looking back at it

Turns out 13 ear old me and 19 year old me are not so different but also completely different at the same time

i’m so very glad I was able to inspire you to go through the memories of old blogs.

I understand what you mean though, going through old thoughts is always an interesting and enlightening experience

reading through my old stuff makes me want to simultaneously hug my younger self…. and also tell myself to shut up and not post that angsty stuff for my Tumblr friends to have to see lmao

#I had a terribly cringy poetry blog lmao #every single one was about being lonely or sad lmao #it’s private now thankfully #I did go and private some particularly angsty and sad stuff from like 2020 on my main blog recently #that was definitely a dark year #oh Tumblr #ask #hellsite hall of fame curator’s bullshit

[feely-touchy]

Angelic white ice under gilded clouds

Blanketing the street like fresh linens

Catching the light like heaven itself

Soon to be hurtling at the back of my friend's head

#poetry #happy beginnings of spring #I'd boop you back but this is my side blog so I must boop from main

[wolftheghost]

this is part of me.

its still part of me

the lashing tail

the howling voice

the bared teeth

the barking snarl

its a part of me

you'll never take it away

sometimes its good

sometimes its bad

but its still part of me

you can never steal it from me

these scars are earned

you cant erase them

theyre not yours to wipe clean

the scars will never disappear

but fur will grow back

coarser, stronger

ill be better next time

i wont let them in

the wolves are at my door

they ask when ill be home

i say i am

they say im not

they remind me im inhuman

everyone seems to agree

there's something

just something

fundamentally different

about me

#main blog #therianthropy #poetry #therian #therian poetry #otherkin

[sour-suggestion]

I think that maybe one of the worst things is to continue living by being remembered, but devoid of context. Stripped of it and used to bolster another.

There’s something about being turned into someone else’s monster, someone else’s mystery, as you get further from home with no way back.

#I can make art and write again yayyy #this is from a couple months ago it was just hiding in my main blog drafts #suggestion #suggestion blog #poetry

[animalsandskyyy]

my cousin just posted about her 5 year wedding anniversary

which is weird

because I was there

and legitimately cannot believe that was 5 years ago

time is weird

because I was 15 then

and I started remembering how I was going through an entire gay/ace identity crisis at the time

and I went and looked at my photos from that time

and I was a baby

who was at this wedding with her family

and writing sad and longing poetry

about how she wanted to dance with a girl there

but didn’t

and I just feel so bad for her

because I want better for her

and like mentally and life-experience wise, I’m in a better place than her

but not really

i’m still not out in any way shape or form anywhere, except for the internet

and I can’t even talk about my feelings or identity without feeling uncomfortable and shutting down

i’m still desperately longing for love and devotion

and although I wouldn’t actually start doing so until i was 16, i’m still shitposting on tumblr about these things

i’m still longingly hoping for some kind of love and connection in the future, with no way to actually attain it

and it’s weird

poor baby grace

i, young adult grace, need to do better for her sake

but how

idk

posting this sure as hell doesn’t help

but it cleared my mind

and is reminiscent of how my mother writes posts on facebook

…fuck

….

the end

#my main probably isn’t the right blog for this but idc #should I revive ‘shitty poetry by grace’? lmao #no the answer is no #but still #grace is dramatic #thoughts #rambles #ramble ramble ramble #4am thoughts #at 3pm lol #memories #do better #shitty writing #my shitty writing #thoughts and feelings #txt #txt post #text #text post #sapphic #asexual #ace #pride month #wlw #wlw ace #not poetry #but poetry vibes #words

[hopelessromanticme]

Uffff the moments when she calls me "Janaab" or "Jaaneman" in the middle of conversation...

वो आए घर में हमारे ख़ुदा की क़ुदरत है

कभी हम उन को कभी अपने घर को देखते हैं |

- Mirza Ghalib

#bas main aur meri ardhangini #us core #she said me that yesterday 🙈 #desi tumblr #desiblr #desi shit posting #desi tag #just desi things #hindi #aesthetic #desi academia #desi thoughts #desi blog #urdu stuff #urdu shayari #urdu lines #urdu poetry #mirza ghalib #cherry cherry lady 🌼

[emily-mooon]

Just a heads up that I’m going to be taking a break from making fandom content.

I’m at a point now where I want to express myself and fanart just doesn’t seem to cut it. At one point I’ll come back to doing it but as of right now, I can’t give a time frame for when that will be.

Be patient cause I know when ST5 comes out the Jancy brainrot will return, Trust me on this.

Idk about Scott Pilgrim stuff cause I’m very invested in two characters only and they aren’t very popular (ok Neil’s kinda in the middle tbh, Stacey though no). Also I feel kinda alone in my rarepair. I know there are others but even then I still feel lonely in it. It’s difficult making rarepair stuff and atm I don’t have the energy to continue doing it. Very sorry about that!

I will sometimes make text posts about random headcanons in relation to my ships if I have any cause it’s bound to happen. So fandom stuff won’t be completely gone.

Anyways expect to see some poetry and more original illustrations coming from me. Heck my ocs may end up becoming a big part of my art who knows!

I hope you all can understand. I must let my creative voice scream and give me a chance to figure out who I am more. This is something extremely important to me as a soon to be art major.

I do hope you will all support me in this new era of my blog. Original content isn’t as big as say fandom stuff I know but I do hope you’ll enjoy whatever I make :]

Ok bye! Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

Sending hugs if you need one <333333

#btw I’m #also I’m tired of the fandom environment I just wanna vibe in peace with the moots #i know my main reason for coming here originally was to express my love for my many interests #but now I wanna use this blog to express myself in a more personal way #an example being illustrations relating to my intense interest in ocean aesthetics #and writing poetry about nature and things that make me happy (I will not be sharing vent poetry at all as it’s far more personal) #also my ocs story I want to develop it more #i might also start doing art studies on posing cause it’s something in struggle with a lot (alongside anatomy) #and also style studies on my favourite artists from history #anyways I’m going to stop talking in the tags now #the explanation is kinda messy and I apologize if it’s hard to understand #emily has a very important message to share!

[kenobihater]

i'm thinking about hauntings as manifestations of guilt. not "they haunt you because they deem you guilty" approach, but instead "they haunt you because you believe yourself guilty". there's the hallucination cause, of course, that the ghost stems from your own damaged psyche, but i've never seen anyone explore the concept of your own self blame disturbing the rest of the dead, dragging their specter along in your wake as a consequence of your inner turmoil. perhaps you're supernaturally attuned, perhaps there was some sort of magical bond, or perhaps your anguish is just that profound.

guilt loses its purpose when you lapse into inaction and fail to do better. guilt grows cruel when you weigh the living down with it. guilt becomes horrifying when you drag the very person you lost back from the other side just so they can witness you drive yourself to the edge and claim it's in their memory.

when do the dead get no say about what justice for them should entail? can't you see the heartlessness in that? no, because when you looked at their body, you never let yourself look away. you made them a martyr and styled yourself as damned, but this isn't justice - it's merely penance with collateral damage. you took the albatross corpse up and bound it to your own neck so tight it choked you.

won't you let it go? won't you let them rest?

#len speaks #yes this is about tom blake LEAVE ME ALONE!!! #i was thinking about blake haunting sco but i can't really see him blaming sco so i think viewing it as sco's fault is interesting #doubt i'll ever do anything with this and it's quite incoherent but it's fun to think about at least! #this morphed from analysis to lazy poem against my will. also i fell asleep writing this and have zero idea how lucid #this is due to being tired last night and also waking up 5 mins ago #analysis #poetry #len's poetry #<- new tag. never expect to post any of my poems on here again considering my main blog content lmao. still on the fence as to if this is #even a proper poem but whatever

[austenmarie]

I am a wild animal

Left alone too long I am feral

Starving for affection but staying far away

the hand that feeds will get bit

I cannot trust again 

But i am so hungry 

It gnaws at me 

Flesh will tear and bones will crunch between my teeth before you get close

What will I kill to have it all again

What will I lose

Let me go

Let me go 

Let me go

Put me out of my misery 

#posting my poetry project on main with little doodles is bold but here we are #rotten roots #scorpio moon shit lmao #posting and then quietly leaving alone #i didnt wanna do a full illustration but it needed something #they're not all bummers but a lot are #i may make a separate blog for these but im lazy #everybody be cool

[l-e-morgan-author]

Surprise post! Two poems. I don't know how to add alt text in Wordpress yet, though, sorry.

#Besides #the first poem I haven't even written down apart from in that image lol #poetry #my poetry #salt and light #<- i think they count? who knows #indie author #christianity #chrumblr #every so often I second guess my decision to separate my author profile from my main tumblr blog because I know it would get more traction #there but also No

[lauriemarch]

When do all the bad days begin to amount to something good

#sorry to be sad on main i’m just… sad on main #upset and angry with where i’m at right now no foreseeable way to fix any of it #dark academia #light academia #studyblr #booklr #studying #light acadamia aesthetic #study notes #book blog #little women #poetry #quotes

[8-bit-poemz]

What Is There To Say?

There is something I want to say, But it feels too childish, Too genuine, Almost obscene.  But I’ll say it anyway;  So,   Let’s just say that  I happen to notice things; You like pictures of bugs, For one— So here’s five that I got for you Happened to find. Along with  A video of that artist you really like. Let’s just say that I don’t mind you,  That I happened to stay, That I’m stuck with you.  We sat in silence On call last night.  You asked me to. I said yes even though It was 2am and I was tired. I wouldn’t want to Leave you alone. Besides,  I still owed you a favour from when You saved my life spent a whole night by my side. There is something I want to tell you, But it feels too big, Too selfish, Too loud. So I guess I’ll just  Keep noticing things For now.

#i've posted this on main before i just dont like that this blog is empty rn #and i actually kind of like this poem so. it goes on here #anyway hi silly poetry sideblog how we feeling boys #8-bit-poemz