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coffinkissed · 3 days
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lxvenderjewel · 1 month
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front row
sometimes i wake up itching to tell an audience somewhere about our little world
and all the new things that we’ve done since last they saw us, like a tv show from their past
and then i walk in to our living room, and look around for a moment, and realize
you left our world a long time ago and i’m the only one sitting in an empty front row.
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66cloying · 2 months
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do you believe in god ?
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troublegoblin · 1 year
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The Son of God Was Covered In Bruises by Bee Jameson (me)
idk i was thinking about my homosexuality and my religious trauma and this came out, have fun.
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fella-lovin-fella · 2 years
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when i was a kid i could never imagine what love looked like. now i know that it looks like him. it tastes like his lips and smells like his hair, sounds like his laugh and feels like his head against my chest.
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mothmanbelothed · 1 year
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i love boys
i love boys and the way their shirts lift up when they stretch
i love boys and the way their laugh roars through a room
i love boys and the way they smile
i love boys and their stupid jokes
i love boys and the way their hair falls perfectly
i love boys and their excitement
i love boys but most importantly i love him
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september-poetry · 3 months
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forest of stars
the way your skin looks in the light
the way it becomes a galaxy
a warm-toned sky of constellations
there's an invulnerability to your touch
the comfort of being held
so hold me my dear
and dont let me go
your eyes are a deciduous tree
a fallen hero of decaying leaves
achilles of the forest
let me lace your combat boots to keep you safe
the ephemeral nature of falling in love mimics the heat death of my heart
the river styx in my veins
unbreakable yet fragile
an experience of contradictions
an effervescent breath
ive fallen into a nebula
a creation of vulnerability and the death of being alone
a metamorphosis of being loved by someone
into being loved by the self
15 / 01 / 23
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ghostthevamp · 3 months
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NATURE-GHOST
Eyes like the dirt
In the summer
Playing with friends
Kicking up light dust
Eyes like the grass
I pick at
Nervously awaiting you
Tying the long strands
Eyes like the soil
For my garden
The prettiest bouquets for you
Soft blues I know you
Eyes like the moss
Near the river
My sanctuary
You bring me the same peace
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requiemhowling · 7 months
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I make sure to say your name
I make sure to engrain each soft rounded vowel into your memory
Each syllable carefully spoken holding the weight of affection
Oh, oh to hear you say mine
To hear your soft voice curl around each consonant
How i wish I could engrain the sound of my name on your lips into my mind
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What are friends for? // Boys will be boys, and so much more.
Kiss your blood off my knuckles and I’ll kiss mine from your lips. You have such a way to hate me so kindly, I feel and taste the love pour from your fingertips. Take your time, make sure to make it last. Please, carry it out as long as you can so onto it, we might truly grasp. Or at least a little while longer, because so soon after I miss,  the tender movement of our hips.
Fading into the gray, And I lie to myself and say, ‘It’s fine..’ That, ‘it’s okay’, Going on as we do in this way. Not a day can pass without me wishing for something more though. But you being you and all, I’m afraid to say, all that you don’t know. The feelings I feel written so clear to see, In every time you so much as look at me. But if that had been true, well, I’d hope by now, you would have said so. Part of me wishes I’d just ask, worst you could say is ‘no’. But if that were really the worst-case scenario, I would have done so, long ago. The very worst thing, the thought always inside my head, ringing, that keeps me up at night. It's that, in the end, my doubts which haunt me, might be right. Still, you grant me peace of murky secrets, whispered only ever here, in dead of night. places only we know. where in the dark we glow so hot and bright, like embers lighting our way to a place where everything feels alright. for a while anyways. the love we share only ever here, makes us pure, everclear. What a shame only that it lay here when we go back to lives out there. But oh, how beautiful, more than worth while. If i could never leave this land of death you bring me to, never to the land of living again i would gladly go... For you. Deny my condemned spirit entry back into my body once you’ve killed me tonight, So, this that time, my love.. To stay with you, here, forever, I just might. -- A.K.Rx
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(Wanted to just add some quotes too:)
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corners-of-the-skies · 7 months
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You deserved more than what I gave you
More than a broken man like me
You deserved so much better
So better is what I try to be
Forever is not a coincidence
I’m old enough to know what I want
If you must tell your family you fell for a man
Let him at least be worth a flaunt
So I glue back the places where my body had broken
I glue back my bones and my skin
I remember how good it had felt to be whole
Before I had cracked from within
I love you through healing
And learn to be free
I stand back and realise
What started for you
Continues for me
-All For You. (4/10/23)
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coffinkissed · 7 days
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I think this is the man I’m going to marry. Funny how it’s been such a short time. But it’s a longing I feel in my bones. It’s him, please let it be him.
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gay-poet-from-hell · 4 months
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A braver man than me would say
“I am in love with you
I am in love with you and i want you to stay
I hope you love me too.”
A braver man than me would say
“It’s okay if you don’t love me
I would never force you to stay
Your happiness is all I want to see.”
A braver man than me would say
“I am terrified of being hurt
I am terrified of the happiness along the way
Because I could be left desert.”
A braver man than me would say
“I am happy and i am sad
And I am scared and I am excited and… okay
I’m ready for the ride, even if it ends bad.”
A braver man than me would say
“Whatever happens, we’ll be okay.”
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66cloying · 2 months
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original work lol
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troublegoblin · 11 months
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The House of God by Bee Jameson (me)
Idk man I just like being queer and queer community. Also, heavy inspiration from one of my favorite poets @orpheuslament
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deputy-buck · 6 months
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I wonder if he ever overthinks about me too
I wonder if the first question on his mind when a gathering is brought up is "will he be there?"
I wonder if it's just as painful for him as it is for me to stop myself from asking that question aloud
I wonder if he looks at his body and thinks "will he like how I've grown?"
I wonder if it takes him just as long to pick out clothes that I would notice but no one else would the same I do for him
I wonder if he asks himself "should I shave? will he like that?"
I wonder if his hugs are so long for the same reason as mine when we embrace
I wonder if he thinks "will this be the last time I hold him? is it obvious I need him as something more than I should?"
I wonder if the memory of us still echoes in his mind when he can't sleep
I wonder if there's ever a time where he's half asleep and all he can think about is "he should be here. Why isn't he here?"
I wonder if he wants that part of ourselves alive again
I hope he does. I hope he does
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