#poetryishealing

[emthewordenthusiast]

but i did/ and it did/ and we did . . . #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #writing #blogger #blog #bloggersofinstagram #christian #jesuslovesyou #christianwriterscommunity #christianblogger #writersofig #blogger #blogpost #readersofinstagram #truelovewaits #readbelievedo #newwriter #authorsofinstagram #poetryishealing #authorssupportingauthors #poetryishealing #poetrylovers #happyvalentinesday #younglove #explorepage #younglovequotes #bemine #romanticcouples #lovephotography #lovephoto (at Ｙｏｕｎｇ　ｌｏｖｅ) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ-gvG8P__T/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[vervainium]

i’m not a violent dog, i don’t know why i bite (even after sharing my inner child with you, you hurt me so deep that even she was hurt. even she felt judged. and for that i’ll bite every time.)

#i cant tell if it’s my teeth or hers that draws blood first #or maybe i’m the teeth that draw blood and she is the tongue that licks it clean with tears #vervainium #vervains tad bits #poetry #web weaving #webweaving #poetryish i think #i’m not a violent dog #dog imagery #text post #tiktok trend #lol

[iryght]

When you finally found another artist in your school, you could only wonder.

Do you feel this too?

It's always there, until it isn't.

it can be after that blissful moment, when you finally, finally finished that piece. Your masterpiece. You look at it and for a moment, all is well.

Beautiful. Perfectly imperfect. Not what you originally planned, maybe, but great on its own way. Yours.

You blink. You breath.

Then, in flash of black, the feeling is gone. Gone with the wind and air, with that little voice that says wrong wrong wrong-

It can last longer than that. Sometimes it's a minute, sometimes a whole day. But eventually, inevitably, that bliss will fade. That little scrap of happiness will fade and fly with the pages of your sketches.

Maybe, you thought, this wasn't so bad. Maybe, he feels that too.

Perhaps he looks at your drawings, at your vastly different styles and also thinks, i am not enough, can I even call myself an artist?

You heard about it once. It was shocking back then, to hear someone else talk about the void in your soul. You could remember perfectly, how you thought that maybe you are not the only one feeling like an imposter.

They said it was part of existing. That this was what made so many people great. Trying and trying and always seeing the wrong parts of it and always trying to fix it. This circle of self criticism. It was what made people improve.

It felt like freedom, knowing you aren't the only one trapped in this cage we call humanity. Knowing you aren't alone in this. That this feeling is normal.

But then, the little voice whispers.

Don't you see? That just means you will always feel like this.

No matter how far you reach, how good you get.

You will always feel this hole in your soul, this earning.

You will look at the sun and the moon, will look at your dreams and yourself and think i can do better than this.

You will forever be unsatisfied.

Reaching, grasping, coiling around that scrap of hope like a snake to its prey.

Aiming for the sky, the moon, the stars.

Forever aiming for more, despite knowing you will never get it. Not truly, not completely.

Until finally, you are free from this flesh cage, free in a burst of ashes. Falling in the gentle and wild hold of the ocean.

For those who dream are forever cursed to fall.

Once more, unblinking at what was always there, you shut that voice away. You look at your drawing and wonder what is missing.

Icarus knew he would fall and tried anyway. Only a fool would follow his example.

But humanity was always foolish, wasn't it?

So you ignore the fact that this hole would always be there, you do your best to ignore the soulless beings pretending to join your journey, you even ignore the fact no one around you really believes in you.

You shut that all away and, like a broken record, wonders what is missing.

Maybe some color would help. Maybe some yellow would fix this.

Nothing would really fix it. But that doesn't stop you from trying.

After all, you are just another fool, one who thinks they will learn to swim at some point.

#art #wonderings #midnight thoughts #i don't know what this is #philosophy #??? #poetry? #but not really #art blocks a bitch #anti ai #inspirational #but opposite #:D #when your brain doesn't shut up so you force it to make content #feeling insecure #and making poetryish out of it #might as well post my identity crisis #said crisis is mostly about #self worth #ambition #fear of failure #certain failure #i am are never gonna achieve my dreams and that's fine #it's painful but it's fine #life is pain #l am figuring it out

[papertowness]

when you have a sweet interaction with a complete stranger and they somehow managed to make everything in the world beautiful again

#I LOVE HUMANITY CAN YOU HEAR ME SOBBING #poetry #poems #poetryish #new poets society #poetblr #text post #humanity #love #lgbt #lgbtq

[midnightspineapplesblog]

hallways

i think whoever drew out the plans for my school was in a trio friend group

why?

well the hallways here are only really wide enough for 3 people to walk next to one another, so maybe they wanted to have room to walk around in their trio

i’m glad there is enough room for three people, i used to be the odd one out in a trio so i know how it would feel for the odd one out if there was only room for 2

i kind of wish there was room for 4 though

it’s fine i understand why there isn’t, i mean having huge hallways probably isn’t the priority

but it kind of hurts when the other three are walking in a trio and you’re trailing behind,

trying to be part of the conversation,

trying not to think about the fact that it’s always you that’s behind, never anyone else

but it’s fine, it’s not like you’re the odd one out in this friendship group, you can’t have an odd one out of an group of 4 can you?

…

…can you?

#trio friend groups suck but this sucks more lmao #written in my notes app at 2am #tumblr girlies pls accept me #fun fact abt me i kept sneezing while tagging this #poetryish poetryesque i think i hope i pray #ok i’m out

[poeticor]

I used to be someone who could run. Who could jump without worries. I was someone who would do sports. Too many to keep track of. Now I am someone who is unable to stand for 10 minutes without being in enough pain to sit down. For now I am unable to walk for 3 without searching for a spot to stop, to lean against, for anything to relieve some semblance of pain.

I would be the one who they would go to when they couldn’t open a bottle or glass. Somedays I cannot even open a plastic water bottle to drink. I was the kid who could throw a ten pound ball 10 feet at the age of nine. Now carrying two pounds in each hand makes my shoulders feel as though they may fall down because of the weight. The worst a doctors office could have been was strep, now they are still not entirely sure as to what it is.

It is not as though I am wishing I could revert back to who I was then. I may mourn the life I could have had, of one without the worry of how much pain getting out of bed might bring me. But one thing I do have to accept is that this is me. It is who I am, and there is no changing that. I am allowed to feel however I wish about it, sad, angry, bitter, confused, but the thing is, none of that matters to anyone other than me. My emotions are mine, not something that has the capacity to be wrong, for they are feelings. How one person feels on the matter, for it is my life, and I have the ability to feel however I wish to be.

#someone told me I shouldn’t be bitter #so now this exists #chronic illness #chronic pain #poetryish #physically disabled #cripple punk #also does anyone know any good inexpensive knee braces

[astrangelittledonut]

I am trying to function but my brain won't comply.

It's ridiculous, really, how the artist of Lout of Count's Family can create such absolute perfection. It's unfair. A blessing and a curse at the same time, because you can recieve, but it always leaves you wanting more.

He's just delectable, a being above my own humble mortality. If only I could touch him, just once, but that is unthinkable. He is much too high, so, so far away from sin and corruption and me.

All I can do is yearn for him.

#poetryish #spilled thoughts #flowery nonsense #cale henituse #the Lout of Count's Family #fuck my life #he's perfect #but not mine #also not real #i have issues #seriously

[iamjamchinita]

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J//05122022

I.

LOVE. What is love?

      My friend asked me before, do you know what love is? Romantic love.

      To be honest, I didn't know what to say. I mean, how can you describe something that you haven't felt yet?

      That's before I knew about the love story of my parents.

II.

Huh... Love...

If you ask me before, what love is...

I'll tell you a story about my parents.

III.

This is the story of a young couple...

      They met at the age of 13. Ha! Young love. Pure. Innocent. Passionate?

      The school rooftop is their place; they'll stay and talk for hours, play, cuddle and even dance.

      Walked hand in hand; never concerned about the look of the people around them.

      Promised to stay with each other until the end of time.

IV.

Huh... Promises.

    Promise is always associated with love.

    Love is keeping the promise.

    Promise to stay, the promise of forever - infinite love.

    Pss, such young, innocent promise.

V.

But I guess their parents never told them about the saying;

    Promises are meant to be broken... Words mean nothing.

    Don't make promises you don't intend to keep.

VI.

You see, they aren't faultless. They thought what they had was real.

    They became unhappy.

    You know what they say about formula of love?

    Timing + Communication x Mutual Attraction - Emotional Baggage = Intimacy.

    All of those are forgotten.

VII.

Their love became frustrating, elusive, intangible.

    Well, they fell out of love.

    Falling out of love is like losing a part of ourselves that was once illuminated.

    It is scary, it's heartbreaking, it's toxic.

VIII.

But sometimes, the person we thought we couldn't leave without;

    is the same person that we're better off without.

    Sometimes, good things fall apart;

    and it's okay.

IX.

They forgive without asking for forgiveness;

    It's not because they're weak, but because they want to set each other free.

    They want to let go of the heavy feeling;

    To accept, that everything must come to an end.

X.

Because if you remove someone you never dreamed of losing;

    you'll meet someone you never dreamt of having.

XI.

Let me tell you the story of my parents...

XII.

Even if life sometimes knocks you down,

    you're going to get right back up again.

    Because flowers grow back,

    even after the harshest winters.

XIII.

My parents met soon after...

    My father realized why it never worked out before.

    That everything he went through, lead him exactly where he should be.

    And it's all worth it.

XIV.

So if you ask me now, what love is?

    Love is patience. You are worth with stable, peaceful but big, great love.

    Love that lifts you up when you're in pain.

    Love that challenges you to be the better version of yourself.

    Love that doesn't give up.

XV.

Because one day, you'll realize.

    Someone will walk into your life;

    And everything will feel right.

#poemst #too much bad poetry #bad poetry #narrative poetryish #supposed to be angst #but i changed my mind lmao #kbye

[unfurling-heart]

letter to someone i won’t see again:

i'm a little mad about it, but i do miss you. life is getting better. i'm the one responsible for my own success—and it feels,,, good. it feels so good to be so close to being free. even if you can't be here. even if you’ll never be anywhere again. i'd really like for you to be anywhere—but i also,,, don't. your presence in my life complicated things to the point of immense damage on my end. i had to give things up to get better. part of that was a part of you. i can't hold you so close to my heart, no matter how much a past version of me wanted to do so. i know you're gone, not coming back. why else would we be severed like this? i wish i could,,, i wish i could walk through memory to be with you. like i've dreamt of doing. swimming with you in Miami. finding small animals with you in the dark. just breathing you in and being close to you, reminding myself of every sense with which i can love you. anything and everything that can be experienced in tandem, that we will never experience now that it's all over. i hate that i had to call it and cut my losses. but i'm cared for, i am loved. even if it's not completely satisfactory. i don't know if it ever is, when you're like either of us. when you experience what we’ve experienced.

you know—i miss when we understood each other. i miss being known utterly and completely. you didn’t have to know every detail to get me. i loved that we fit perfectly, in those ways. belonging is a hell of a drug, right?

these messages will disappear when i refresh. and i'm glad for it. i'm done trying to communicate with someone that can't spare time for me anymore. this is just to communicate with myself. with my own grief. i don't need you in my life to be someone, and i hope one day your suffering eases, if it hasn't already. i want you to be happy. when i was someone else i would've said i wanted you to be happy with me. now? you’ve hurt me more than anyone has ever hurt me. and every version of me comes out loving you. no matter what i try or how long i live without you. i know it will get better, the feelings will fade. but i don’t think we can be happy together, as you exist now. love isn’t enough. maybe i’ll see you in the future, like our mutual abhorrence suggested. always and forever i believe in you.

bye love,

(i’ll write again someday <3)

every single one of yours

#musings #botanytxt. #poetryish #personal vent #grief #letters #to the person that will never write back #love is a hell of a thing to happen to someone #can’t say i regret him #but #it was rough there for a long time #hope he’ll be well one day #and if i had one wish #it would be #let my bones rest easy with his bones #ala my beloved #the locked tomb <3

[canaryalpaca]

From the shoreline, you can hear the waves.

They rock, back and forth, a repeated rhythm.

They care not for the fish that linger underneath,

Nay they tarry not for the boats made of wood or metal.

The sun has no affect, for the sun they dare not pause

Oh! But the moon-!

The moon is the most beautiful thing in the water's eyes.

And the waves reach for the moon night after night, day after day.

But what does the moon care? Does it care for the waves in the creak? The river? The lake? The ocean? 

Does it admire how relentlessly the water reaches?

Does it notice how it is loved?

I can not say.

I am not the moon, bright, beautiful and wise. I am not the reflection of the suns light.

I am the wave upon the shore. The relentless driving force for ones I love. 

Do they love me back, you ask.

Does it matter? I answer.

They are the thing most precious to me. I will always chase them. Help them. Love them.

Swoosh-crash!

#poetry #poems on tumblr #poem #spilled thoughts #writblr #i tried to write how i felt instead of wrestling it into something poetryish #really its my thoughts on the people i lobe #*love #i love them and drawn back to them all the same. #does it matter they ignore me? the dont listen always? #no. love is an action #a driving force #it only matters thia way to me i guess #but its nice to grt these feelings out

[aropride]

on my poetryish poll post the one that ended with "i have chosen to live". someone tagged it with like "what if i dont want to choose any of these :/ kind of manipultive to not have a 'none of the above' option i'll just choose one i like ig..." like girl. 1) get off tiktkok 2) shed the weight of constant nihilism and let the sun shine on your face for once 3) embrace the beauty inherent to life or at least stop being a loser on my post i'll hit you with hammers

#text #people are like physically incapable of not being negative on positive posts its insaneeeee

[vervainium]

my mother prayed i’d be everything she wasn’t. maybe that’s why we will never know peace.

#vervainium #vervains tad bits #poetry #web weaving #webweaving #poetryish i think #love #childhood #motherhood #girlhood #she would tell me all the time about how she wanted my blond hair and green eyes growing up #and how she wanted my name #she was never destined to like herself #let alone love herself

[under-same-sky]

The reality is, you’ve never been given a chance to be soft. To relax.

To relinquish. From the very beginning, you were forced into a role that demanded you be in control.

And though you flourish as a leader,

you desire something other than sovereignty.

You’ve always been the one who was relied upon, yet rarely had anyone to rely on.

And oh, how sweet it would be to just float.

To just drift and flow and feel the freedom of getting lost in someone you trust.

To sink into the embracing arms of someone unwavering.

Someone so fiercely loyal that when you look in their eyes you see an unbreakable bond. You deserve an energy equal to your own. Someone whose ambition and drive rises to meet you exactly where you are.

Where you’ve always been.

For so long you’ve carried the weight of unmet promises that turned into burdens.

This is not your fault.

Look how far you’ve come.

It’s easier to walk these roads alone than it is to drag someone along.

All you ever ask for in return are the very same things you give away freely. Stop excusing your expectations.

You deserve reciprocation.

J. Raymond 🖤🖤

"Equal Energy"

#jraymond #lifequotes #foryou #poetryishealing #keepgrowing

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[dreamskill]

time flowed through us like it had touched our story before -words by lovers

#poetry #killianshaipoetry #love #poetryishealing #writingtoinspire #fallinginlove #infinite

[aimmyarrowshigh]

Hi there, gorgeous! ❤ Your WIP game post was one of the first things I saw after I had to wake up before the ass crack of dawn for my job (it's currently 4:22 am, actually), and I couldn't resist asking about TOG - POTC. docx and MCU - Bishlova MTH. docx because that big HELP is like a flashing red alarm light for my thirsty af beta reading self. :3

YIKES @ having to wake up that early! I hope it's not a daily thing for you!!

TOG - POTC.docx

This was actually the first TOG fanwork I started, the day that I saw the movie back in 2020 -- it's (obviously) a TOG/Pirates of the Caribbean crossover where Pirate King Elizabeth Swann's ship finds Quynh's coffin, and they spend ten years minus a day in love before Elizabeth goes to meet Will and Quynh starts her journey back to Andy. It's very much in the style of my old-school THG fics, where it's not really drabbles but it's very much in small, poetryish-but-not numbered chunks. I do like it, but I lost steam on it pretty quickly. It's only not a WIP Amnesty because honestly so little has HAPPENED in it that it's not worth Amnesty posting yet.

Snippet:

002. She barely has time to register the new terror before her iron prison flips, swept up in a tentacle as long and thick as a building. Westerners' maps mark the unknowns of the ocean with a warning that <i>here there be monsters</i>, but Quynh and— Quynh used to laugh at the idea: neither of them had ever seen one in all of their thousands of years, thousands of lives. Animals, even the biggest and most bloodthirsty, were not monsters (humans were monsters, humans bolted Quynh in this torture chamber, humans burned and lashed and stabbed and suffocated and beat and bound and slit and hanged and disemboweled and warred). This arm belongs to a monster the likes of which Quynh could not fathom. Its mouth seethes with endless rows of teeth and even after it swallows her, Quynh cannot die and she cannot escape the iron maiden and the days it takes to see the outside of the monster again… Quynh has moments to note that she is relieved to be back in the blue crush of water, and that's something she never expected to be. 003. Wherever the monster left her cage, the sunlight slants differently across the top of the water. It haunts her, the idea that the world is still turning above her and there is sunlight to warm skin and air to breathe and she can't—she can't— She dies. The taunt of sunlight blinds her newborn eyes when she comes to with a gasp that is only more water (she was found once in the gobi, and she had died then praying for water; she's been betrayed even by her own last hope).

MCU - Bishlova MTH.docx

This is literally just a placeholder document to remind me that I have a 15k Bishlova fic due for Marvel Trumps Hate, and I have NO IDEAS. NONE. NADA. ZIP. The auction winner requested a QPR/platonic relationship and gave no other real requests, and the only idea that I've had and liked, I had to scrap because it doesn't work with the canon timeline. >:(

I WANTED to write Kate and Yelena having met at a like, '90s Girl Power summer camp just before the opening of Black Widow -- they learn archery, obviously, and gymnastics/tumbling and ballet and self-defense -- and then they find each other again a la canon in Hawkeye, after Yelena has had her childhood destroyed by the Red Room and Kate's mother has gone to the dark side. BUT IT DOESN'T WORK, because Yelena Blipped and Kate didn't, so unless I make Kate way older for the Battle of New York when her dad dies, and rewrite her as also having been born in '89 instead of '00, it just doesn't work. And I don't WIKE to mess with canon just to make plots work unless I'm going to do something INTERESTING with the messing-with-canon. ::grumble::

Have any ideas? The only other idea I have at all is vaguely following them on a road trip to Natasha's grave, but mehhhh.

#fandom #fanfiction #my fic #never shall we die #marvel trumps hate

[kounto-valentino]

Star Wars poetryish? idk AI did this, I am but the dream.

In the depths of a chamber shrouded in darkness, Where ancient evil lingers, unseen and heartless, A sinister figure rises, his power unbound, Emperor Palpatine, with darkness profound.

His eyes, glowing like coals in the abyss, Fixate upon Rey and Kylo Ren, his twisted bliss. Their destinies entwined, a force yet unspoken, As he draws near, the air grows heavy and broken.

Within the chamber, an eerie stillness falls, Whispering echoes bounce off the cold stone walls. As tendrils of malevolence encircle the air, Palpatine's presence engulfs the atmosphere.

With a wave of his withered, skeletal hand, The life force of Rey and Kylo he plans to command. An unseen current crackles, charged with wicked might, As their very essence becomes his dark delight.

Rey's vibrant spirit, a beacon of light, Meets Palpatine's grasp with a desperate fight. But as his power surges, relentless and grand, Her life force wavers, slipping from her hand.

Kylo, consumed by his conflicted fate, Feels the tendrils of darkness slowly dissipate. Drained of strength, he falls to his knees, As Palpatine revels in the essence he seizes.

A twisted smile curls upon the Emperor's face, His wicked laughter fills the desolate space. As Rey and Kylo's life forces intertwine, Their strength dwindles, like a flickering shrine.

In this macabre spectacle, their energies drain, The balance of power, tipped to Palpatine's gain. Their desperate struggle, a futile resistance, Against the malevolence of the Sith's persistence.

The room suffused with an eerie, spectral glow, As Palpatine absorbs their life force, a malevolent show. Their weakened bodies, mere vessels of despair, As their once-vibrant spirits, wither in his snare.

Darkness consumes the remnants of their might, As Palpatine revels in his cruel delight. In this twisted act, their essence fades away, A chilling reminder of his dominance, on display.

The chamber, now silent, enveloped in gloom, As Palpatine stands triumphant, sealing their doom. Rey and Kylo, drained of life's vibrant bloom, Left in the wake of the Emperor's consuming loom.

The scene depicts a macabre dance of power and despair, As Palpatine feeds on their essence, his malevolent snare. A chilling testament to the dark side's might, As the life force of Rey and Kylo fades into the night.