#poems about me

[tales-of-a-broken-mask]

Brief Immortality

A time-lost wanderer stuck on aspirations

Of knowing that this moment is brief.

A few familiar faces linger around,

As time remains constant for them

While my moments here are brief.

The curse of immortality makes the years into seconds,

A small blip of existence that gets forgotten.

They’ll be gone when time marches on,

And why should I get attached to someone so fleeting?

I’ll remain longer than them when the clock strikes midnight.

A body turns to ash then earth,

I stand near their graves in silence.

Unable to cherish something so impactful

When they disappear in a cosmic second

And getting attached means more pain when the bells toll. 

Wilted ambitions for cheerful banter,

Faded desire for small talk.

I can’t get the feeling of a connection,

Suppress the butterflies and keep the heart’s pace

So that when the dust settles I won’t grieve their memory.

#poem #poetry #poems and poetry #original poem #original poetry #sad poem #sad poetry #sadpoem #sadpoetry #poems about me #poetry about me #amateur poet #amateur poetry

[aridante]

what resembles the grave but isn’t, anne boyer // i didn’t apologize to the well, mahmoud darwish (trans. fady joudah).

#words #anne boyer #mahmoud darwish #comparatives #* #w* #this line from darwish’s poem just made me think about #boyer’s iconic grave-defying poem

[deanjohn]

Gleipnir, painting by Walton Ford | “Neurosis” from Grit, Silas Denver Melvin (insp)

#i can’t stop thinking about this poem it hooked into me …. #words #dog motif #edit #bug.txt

[sylvies-chen]

I think there’s something so deeply and intimately and morbidly true about The Last of Us’s primary thesis which is that humanity’s fatal flaw, in that very Shakespearian way, is that we are destined to care too much about one another so much so that we discard the collective entirely. like we have such a capacity to love the human race and humanity as a whole, to grow our communities and govern cities how we know best and foster such connection with the masses which we are part of, but it’s overtaken by our capacity to love even just a single other person. like one human can come into your life that creates such an intrinsic and passionate love in you— or maybe two people or a family’s worth or any small number— and you suddenly would burn entire villages down just to keep them safe.

joel doesn’t blink twice murdering to find ellie. he doesn’t look back when he decides to do what he does at the hospital later on. he has no remorse about any of it it, because this one girl has grown to mean more to him than any possible greater good could ever mean. and it’s reciprocal. ellie would— and does— do anything she can to help him, save him, protect him, and, eventually, to avenge him. because that’s what you do when you love someone. not when you love people. when you love someone.

and it’s selfish, in a way??? because we love these people and would do so much for them because they mean more to us than other strangers do. it’s exactly like an iteration of the trolley problem, actually. one track has your daughter on it and one track has fifty people. don’t even try telling me you wouldn’t go onto track B if it meant saving your daughter and her puppy dog eyes from the whimpering and pain and fear. The Last of Us says yes, you would. I would. we all would. and like yeah that is our greatest weakness, that we have such a unique ability to love a handful of people so deeply that our compassion towards community and strangers and the bigger collective starts to slip from view. but goddamn what a fucking great fatal flaw it is to have. we are all going to die and the world will burn because we loved another person too much.

#i wrote a poem about this #idk if i should post it bc i dont want to risk someone stealing it #but yeah… this concept has me really thinking #the last of us #the last of us hbo #hbo the last of us #tlou hbo #hbo tlou #tlou #the last of us spoilers #tlou spoilers #joel miller #ellie williams #joel and ellie

[qrowscant-art]

When a house is both hungry and awake, every room becomes a mouth. 

(poem is “ash”, by tracy k. smith)

#poem #writeblr #dithering #pixel art #illustration on tumblr #mal-art #cdw #ask me about my supercomputer oc with every disease and also flesh #tthw

[onawhimsicot]

i know not many people would want to read a 10,000 word article about the minecraft end poem and how the author, Julian Gough, was never fairly compensated for his work and has made it public domain.

But it's a very well-written and heartfelt read, and he makes it very clear that none of this is a cash-grab and despite the fact that he is essentially a starving artist in this capitalist society, he only mentions his financial struggles despite Minecraft's huge huge success at the bottom of this article and not in the tweets so as to not dilute his message.

Anyway, I just think it'd be cool if those who are able to could support him in some way whether it be subscribing to his substack or donating to his paypal (that's linked in the article, you can ctrl + F to find it easier), that's all.

#Edit: Please look at the article for his paypal and his substack!! most ppl are reblogging a version where i didnt mention it oh gosh #im not really. the kind of person to make posts like this and i dont have the spoons to make it look nice. #my tumblrs not that visible anyway so i guess it doesnt actually matter #i just think that understandably not many ppl would read through the entire article and it makes me so sad that even in the article #he talks about how badly he just wants to make art and not play the capitalism game and still he doesnt talk about needing support #on the platforms where it'd be most visible bc he doesnt WANT to play the capitalism game even if society dicates it and its meant to #be an act of LOVE and just. yeah. #minecraft #minecraft end poem #mineblr

[hrokkall]

Mama gave me music lessons,

now I play the saddest songs

#ULTRAKILL #Ultrakill spoilers #<- God I hope everyone who hasn't played the update has that blocked by now #Gutterman #Gutterman ultrakill #Mother mother mother of me. Save me mother mother mother of me. Save me. Mother mother mother of me save me #Also shoutout to ME for writing a snippet that predicted this in DECEMBER of last year. That I completely forgot about. #It was not NEARLY as emotionally devastating as what was in the game though. Holy Shit. So I HAD to draw something for the real 7-2 poem #Also if you scrolled through the tags this far; caption is from an unreleased Mother Mother song that I've loved dearly for many years. #Hrokkall art #1k

[trickstersaint]

an aromantic person is someone who (fill in the blank here) // april 10 2024

#dunno how the image quality is gonna turn out on this one i had to smallen the doc to fit it all in one screenshot #bear with me. haha #poetry #poems about aromanticism #aro poetry #aro poet #aromantic poet #aromantic poetry #aromanticism #aromantic #DELIGHTFUL tags i always forget i can use haha #poem #poems #poets on tumblr #napowrimo #poems and poetry #escapril #poetsandwriters #aromantic thoughts on love

[arthursfuckinghat]

The sun is your halo, for it is always above you.

Arthur and Weetabix 𑁦𐂂𑁦 Scarlett Meadows

#It's a line from a poem I wrote I love poetry fun fact #oh the poems I could write about arthur but I shall not #<- fears the cringe #but I also just love taking pictures of arthur and the sun #he's perfect #I'm like a sponge for all kinds of imagery I soak that shit up it keeps me going #I'm a real yapper #but alas #I have my silly little blog to yap on #and lovely followers <3 #mwah #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #mick squeaks #arthur morgan #weetabix my horse #red dead redemption community #liveblogging

[thoodleoo]

goodnight carbonized bread loaf

goodnight kitchen pan

goodnight plaster cast

of a terrified praying man

goodnight temple of isis

goodnight pots made of clay

goodnight graffiti of gladiators

and goodnight pompeii

#tagamemnon #wrote this little poem thinking about how important pompeii is to me. goodbye #queueusque tandem abutere catilina patientia nostra

[femmeconomics]

i think it’s important everyone knows about the little roman girl who died at only five years and seven months old, and her grave reads "dum vixi, lusi" or "while i lived, i played"

#her epitaph actually has a much longer poem which contains this line #and it’s not like. stylistically high quality poetry either #which indicates this was not a poem someone was hired to write for the grave (as was a relatively common practice) #but instead written out of love by one of her family members #it’s twenty three lines of mostly correct dactylic hexameter #and it makes me bawl when i read it #we translated it in a latin class i took a few years ago and then wrote our own latin poems about our friends

[tales-of-a-broken-mask]

Falling in Love With You

It’s so hard to not fall in love with you

When you know what I love about you.

No matter how bland or bleak everything is

You could always put a smile on my face.

Walking through the falling flowers,

Gleaming with energy and excitement.

A smile with love and joy

Stretching across his cute face.

Fitting to his body like puzzle pieces

And pondering life as lovers.

As a fortress built to protect me,

Towering over all of my troubles.

A palace for me to explore,

A bed to sleep comfortably.

Gracefully striking to cheer me up,

No matter what we go through together.

A bond formed stronger than the strongest metals,

Souls fused by fate to always remain together.

Knowing he’s with me gives me strength,

And I’m sure I give him strength.

Bending our fate to our desires

And following the path we pave.

How could I not fall in love with you?

You’re just too perfect.

It feels like I’m not enough

And that I’m the lucky one.

I feel I don’t deserve you,

Even if the fairytale is true.

But you always make me feel lucky,

And I try to make you feel like you won the lottery.

Dancing our tango on the dance floor,

Knowing we met under starlight.

#poetry #poem #amateur poet #amateur poetry #love poem #lovepoem #love poetry #lovepoetry #poetry about love #original poetry #original poem #poems and poetry #poems about me #poems about him #poems about love

[naturecalls111]

Attention

#one piece #lawlu #hs au #monkey d luffy #trafalgar d water law #please please please read laws poem as corny and stupid I tried so hard to make it unserious in a way that was obvious how unserious it was #the first version of the poem my friend told me sounded to serious #so I wrote the poem I ended up using in about a minute please enjoy #in my freshman year of college I used to do freestyle raps at my roommate until she told me to stop because I thought it was so funny #sometimes it would go on for a seriously long time and still I persisted #I digress #my point is the poem about is 100% the structure of my freestyles in my freshman year of college

[asoftepiloguemylove]

I AM NOT BEAUTIFUL BUT I COULD BE

Chen Chen Poplar Street // pinterest // 괴물 Beyond Evil (2021) dir. Shim Nayeon // Janet Fitch // Taylor Swift seven // @girltwinkabigail // 괴물 Beyond Evil (2021) dir. Shim Nayeon // Mitski Class of 2013 // Taylor Swift You're On Your Own, Kid // Margaret Atwood Selected Poems: 1965-1975 (via @freshberries) // 괴물 Beyond Evil (2021) dir. Shim Nayeon // Salman Rushdie East, West // Emily Palermo // 괴물 Beyond Evil (2021) dir. Shim Nayeon // Desireé Dallagiacomo Sink

#still on my beyond evil bullshit forgive me #feeling a lot of feelings about juwon and his mommy and daddy issues #beyond evil #han juwon #on self #on family #on mothers #on fathers #on love #on heartbreak #poetry compilation #web weave #web weaving #poetry parallels #beyond evil juwon #kdrama #poem #spilled poetry #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #dark academia #poetry #writing #words #dark academia poetry #dark academia quote #chen chen #janet fitch #taylor swift #margaret atwood

[ink-flavored]

i wear women’s deodorant and men’s cologne i mix pink and blue to match my birthstone amethyst, creating a synthesis a dialectic speaking my singleness womanly chivalry and masculine grace a twist of the wrist that turns on its face bending borders into a threshold equal parts silver and gold i lead and i follow a solo in parts it’s hard pill to swallow if you’re scared of the arts i’ve never been more one than my two perhaps this will give you a breakthrough— the illusion that arose of oil and of water proves that opposition serves those opposed to the other as for me, i’ll keep my duality it beats a boxed-in, binary, banality

                                       – bigender means

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#bigender #multigender #original poetry #original writing #original poem #writeblr #amwriting #spilled ink #queer poetry #poem #poetry #trans poets on tumblr #queer writers #trans writers #annika talks #my poetry #posting this in honor of me finally talking to my dr about HRT

[inkskinned]

oh, i love the way relationships develop their own personal language of love. when all that joy shows the way they love you. i love when it is a little icon to who they are, to how you get along with them.

my sister takes a picture of a dead bug and sends it to me - this is you. my friend asks me how the move is going; she put a reminder in her phone to check up on me. i put a piece of ice down my friend's back, he returns the favor by holding my phone over my head and making me jump to catch it. jason and i scream-sing green day while going all of 15 miles an hour down country roads. molly is who i go to for a quiet night in with 5 dollar wine.

i go out for dinner with them and have to step outside to take a phone call; when i come back they've ordered my favorite appetizer without needing to be asked. andrew and i have a long-standing tradition of him picking me up to spike me directly into the first soft-looking surface around. i don't even need to speak to my best friend - she and i will just look at each other and have an entire conversation. burst out laughing at 3 PM, high and cackling like we're evil witches. i just moved by myself into a new city - my brother keeps introducing me to his friends that now live close to me. he always says - oh yeah, this is sibling and then pretends to ignore me. for days now, my family has been in and out of my apartment, just tinkering with things; making sure i am settling in nicely.

i usually have watermelon instead of cake for my birthday; kim forces a full yankee candle into the rind so i can have something to blow out and wish on. for 20 minutes on a saturday, all us grown adults crawl into one bed to have a cuddle puddle like we're in high school again. every 20 seconds someone starts giggling, and then we're laughing again. nick calls me from california; we both groan about the price of tickets, agonizing. miranda and i meet up in the city for the first time in years - without discussing it beforehand, the minute we lay eyes on each other, we both strike gruesome little gremlin poses instead of waving. dean always goes for the hug. joe always does a single firm handshake. sometimes i think about my friends and get so happy i just start crying.

oh, how wonderful to live in a world where affection is biologically ingrained in us. how wonderful that affection helps us build our single greatest strength - community. how wonderful that affection is our body's way of saying - thing is good, let's keep. how wonderful, this language, this skein we weave! to show the other person - i might not always say it. but i love that you live in me.

#btw the ''this is sibling'' is legitimately what he says #which is actually very sweet of him bc it's gender affirming #he does not use my name #my family addresses each other as ''sibling'' ''mother'' ''father'' and it is actually kind of cute #in a serial killer way. #idk just very in love with the languages ppl develop which aren't usual #like im a poet #i might write a poem about you #but there's something special about like ''this is my person to be spiked into the ground by'' #you know? #btw i live in boston now #please hit me up i want more friends