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#midnight poetry writing
words-at-night · 17 days
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thespilledink · 4 months
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Words whispered
in bedsheets
made me believe
we were in love
-h.h.
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lonelytalkinggg · 1 year
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I am mentally tired. Really.
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autumnsunshine10 · 3 months
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Dear diary
How do I love myself again
When I'm not sure I ever really did
Maybe a time I claimed what was mine
Dropped denial and steeled my spine
When someone I loved wasn't put first
And I still carried out self-care
I cried and supplied needed comfort
I didn't get enough of growing up
And instead of dismissing what I felt
I acknowledged its validity then moved on
Before I let anyone else dictate my worth
Winter too far to freezingly squeeze
All vitality and assurance from my heart
I didn't need an excuse to love
Just the beat of my heart was enough
Every reason was reasonable
Back before I dissolved under the weight
Of expectations--taking credit for wrongs
That were never mine to right
How do I love myself again?
Tear out this page and start afresh
Forging forward on a blank new one
Writing to please me first and foremost
While sharing with those I care
Only that which I can actually spare
Prompts: rip the page out; all gone; excuse the reason
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randomgirl005 · 3 months
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So, yesterday I finished reading the midnight library by Matt Haig, and even though I have not written a review yet, I wanted to share this quote from the book. Hope you like it! 📚💫
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withastorytotell · 3 months
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Something in me dies when I look back at 15, 16 17 years and more of the little time that I have lived and passed and I realize the weight of all the unmade decisions abandoned. I could have picked up that book. I could have taken that one last photograph, I should have told that her smile was pretty. I could have given him that letter when his mom died. I could have adopted that stray kitten. I could have said sorry and baked grandma that cake and been silent before I cut with my unfathomed anger. I should have breathed better before that one fight and told my sisters that I loved them. I should have taken a step back and I could have kept that one foot forward. I get to revel in the could've, should've and would've now. The after-taste is left far more bitter with regret than sweet.
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angelboybreakdowns · 8 months
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ok everyone look at my poem
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the first one is the like original blackout poem (but rearranged for readability) and the second one is after i typed it up and tweaked it somewhat 👍 (thanks @wingl3ssthing for helping me w that)
@noahthefunkpoet bc you said wanted to be tagged :)
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sanddollarpoems · 2 months
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Reading the cliff notes
Right on the edge
Of the mountain
In your eyes
I'd buy every study guide
If it would tell
The story
Of your life
Can I write myself into
The margins
Of your heart
Can I just try?
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valiantstarlights · 11 months
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Please don't fall in love
with me. I am an asshole
and a sad wet cat.
- a haiku by Dream of the Endless
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wlw-library · 7 months
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"contemporary texts aren't ever as meaningful/artistic/etc as classics." WRONG! Here are a few prime examples of beautiful modern writing:
"All I can do is stand on the curb and say 'Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.'" - Richard Siken, Crush
“They both know the looping shape of pain—it changes and quiets but never ends. There is a strange comfort in its constancy. Memories of what was lost are also reminders of what was held.” - Lily Brooks-Dalton, The Light Pirate
"Cold came over me, but I was warm inside with guilt. The feeling nuzzled against me. It pressed against my heart like a soft animal and slept in my life." - Marie Rutkoski, The Midnight Lie
"Surviving's ugly work, and here I am, so hideously alive." - Trista Mateer, Girl, Isolated
“I've taken what they've given me and turned it into a mockery of them. I will turn it into what destroys them. If they want me to be a monster one step closer to God, that's fine. In what world was their God ever a benevolent one?” - Andrew Joseph White, Hell Followed With Us
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ragewrites · 4 months
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last poems of 2023, both holiday gifts meant for the same friend.
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words-at-night · 18 days
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pinehutch · 8 months
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The Silt Verses my absolute beloved: I'm relistening and was so excited to get back to Chapter 17, and the way that most of the episode just sweeps over you with an unexpected degree of kindness. Important to be reminded that kindness — or something like it — is possible, even in this brutal world.
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tenaciouspoetworks · 1 month
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Sometimes, LIFE moves so fast for you to catch the moments..
One moment, you are having a happy conversation in the cafeteria with your batch and the very next moment you find your batch moving in different directions according to their life choices...
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achlyx · 6 days
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I always try to keep myself from connecting to my mind, not wanting to let the thoughts consume me with confusion, sadness, disappointment, self-pity, and many more emotions I'm trying to run away from.
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ramblebramblepoetry · 3 months
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Paint a portrait of midnight from rescued dreams
And sound off each heartache at dawn;
A roll call of regrets for the new sun to burn
Down to nothing.
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