#ranty poem

[taotaoirl]

ashes

ashes were once flames - how i miss dancing in the blaze.

standing in the pile of ash, the warm sand during those hot summer days.

you told me i was different, but do all differences get replaced?  

perhaps all i wanted was your praise but you just wanted me for the chase.

you played me like a game but i chose to come back anyways.

but now why do i mourn in pain?  

the fire has been put out - and all that’s left is but your pitiful gaze. 

#guess who overthinked and got their heart broken idk couldn't be me! #prose #poem #rant #ranty poem #rant poem #literature #poetic prose #dump #literature quotes #dumps #poem dump #poetry #sad poem #original poem #hopelessly in love #hopeless romantic

[mysterypigeon]

unlocked a secret emotion today when i cried in the bathroom for five minutes trying not to be heard and when i finally got up and opened the door my cat was looking up at me with his big round eyes and my eyes immediately welled up again. he was waiting for me

#not supposed to be a ranty post but when i have Experiences i feel the need to share #like shit i have to write a poem now #he always waits at the bathroom door for me but fuck dude. i didn't expect him at all and it was like he was worried about me #important addition: when i saw him i dropped to my knees and held him #yknow what im gonna cry a little in the tags actually. not looking for a response but this is my blog and i'm allowed to be sad #wish when you cried you could go somewhere with no people and no sound so you could actually scream #tag twaddle #÷

[cornsobsessions]

the idea that coming out needs to be an explicit declaration of labels to someone who means a lot to us, to people who don’t, to the public is a concept i’ve never understood

the idea that in order to “live authentically” to “live my truth” i need to take my experiences my feelings, wrap them up in a neat little box, and then run around showing that box to anyone and everyone feels so disingenuous so performative

i know the internal battle can be difficult and declaring publicly a victory over it can be rewarding

but is it not exhausting to fit yourself into a neat little box

is it not exhausting to run around showing that box to anyone and everyone

is it not enough to live each day as true to yourself as you can, as you want

is it not enough to be happy and queer and joyous and sad and queer and true and honest and queer and angry and frustrated and queer

is it not enough to just be

to just be queer

#please enjoy this ranty poem about queerness and coming out #idk why my brain decided these were the thoughts it needed rn but someone said to me that they #‘forgot i’m not out to my parents’ the other day which while explicitly i guess is true i would argue is an ultimately false statement #guess this has just been marinating since then but also just for a while #also you can pry the word queer from my cold dead hands #anyways #you can rb if you want ig just don’t be weird #corn rambles

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

Rmemeber you saying you like Taylor swift … did you go to the Aussie eras tour

Hi, nonnie! I listen to her music, but I don't really feel comfortable endorsing her anymore.

I'll listen via YouTube lyric videos from now on I think. As a fan of hers, I wasn't fully aware of how problematic she is. Her feminism is too performative to ignore; she weaponises it as a shield to excuse her behaviour and fails show up for anything meaningful / that doesn't affect her. She avoids speaking on anything that really matters; and sure, there’s plenty of validity to the argument that it isn’t her responsibility to make political statements as an entertainer, but that’s just not what I believe. When she told her fanbase to vote, didn’t millions turn out just because she said? When you have that kind of power at your fingertips, it definitely feels insensitive at best to reject using that platform for good. Also, entertainment has never been divorced from political activism; songs, poems, writing, art, film—there’s countless examples of activism through creativity, and they serve as rallying points as well as reflections of major political change. By being an artist, Taylor IS engaging in the political sphere by simple virtue of the space she’s chosen to occupy.

Her lack of regard for the environment, for that poor college kid she’s suing over public information that EXPOSES her shitty jet-setting habits, her performative white liberalism—it’s just leaving a really horrid taste in my mouth. I think the final straw for me is her refusal to use her voice on Palestine. It is so obviously morally wrong what is happening to Palestinian civilians, and she’s shown she’d rather protect her reputation and her sales than speak up for the oppressed. I fully believe that if she is convinced that supporting genocide will earn her the most money, then that is the choice she’d make and make willingly.

So no; sorry, nonnie, I didn’t go to the Eras tour. And sorry if this came off as ranty or judgemental—I actually didn’t mean to write all this in fairness, and nor do I have a problem with people who like Taylor. My issue is with the artist, not her supporters! I promise I don’t intend this to be critical in any way of you or anyone else who loves her. It’s just such a shame, because I do still really enjoy her music. I just can’t ignore the harm she’s doing anymore, and that’s why I don’t feel like I can keep giving her my endorsement, financial or otherwise.

#personal asks

[yoonyia]

I love that my brain chooses a different format or manner of speech to share my ideas day by day, yea today is a quoting day, sometimes I write bullshit poems and get all philosophical or ranty

sometimes I could kill people, who knows? not me, I don't know anything at all. Why don't you interpret my words however you want, I come in 40 different formats 7 of which are different types of silence and I have a heart that nearly openly wept in class because some titanic survivor was describing the screams of the people dying and the silence that followed cause I was so sorry that she had to experience that but also because I could never have such abysmal grief and because she was so kind.

So yea my life is great

[a-ramblinrose]

A Weekly Reading Journal 3.4.24

This bookworm is once again late but at least the journaling continues...

Currently Reading:

Fiction:

The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin [RR]

Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao

Noisy Outlaws Anthology

Poetry:

The Book of Songs translated by Arthur Waley

The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale

Rilke: Poems by Rainer Maria Rilke

Nonfiction:

Unlikeable Female Characters by Anna Bogutskaya

Eros The Bittersweet by Anne Carson

Graphic Novels:

One Piece Vol. 77 by Eiichiro Oda

Weirdos from Another Planet! by Bill Watterson

Just Finished:

Marriage Poems edited by John Hollander ★★

One Piece Vol. 71-76 by Eiichiro Oda ★★★★

DNFs/Try Again Later:

Complete Shorter Fiction by Oscar Wilde (I just wasn't picking this up so back on the TBR it goes)

Hauled:

A couple of little free library finds

General Reading Thoughts:

It's a One Piece reading marathon!!!!! Honestly I'm barely touching my other in progress books at the moment. Whoops.

Happy Reading!!!

Current Reading Tag || General Original Content || 2024 Reading Page

One More Thought:

Rambling Not Quite Review under the cut. I was feeling ranty and annoyed so...

Wow, Marriage Poems edited by John Hollander sucked as a poetry collection. Absolutely unbalanced and dominated by male poets/pov. And what was the editors obsession with Thomas Hardy?!?! He had like 10+ poems in the collection when most had one or two. How about less Hardy and more woman's voices hmmmm??? It also felt like most of the poems had a negative review on marriage or on women in general which was weird. The first everyman pocket poet book I don't plan on keeping.

#Reading Journal #2024 Reading #current reading #booklr #reading #books #not out of void but out of chaos

[nootdraws]

Frantically scrambling to complete my bad kids redraws now that junior year has been announced

The hands and poses are so fucking annoying to draw,,, but I’m doing a drawing challenge thing in October (it’s all OC stuff so I probably won’t post it, Srry, aiming to get a qsmp fanart done before September is over tho, and I’m hoping that I’ll be able to complete some fanart during October alongside my oc stuff) which shld help me get better w poses and anatomy and the like so fingers crossed this will help me finally complete this dumbass redraw I started in fuckimg JUNE

Anyways this was basically just a rambly ranty thing. Might try and do a badkids poem comic before January ? Idk I have a bunch of poems I wanna do drawings for but they don’t rlly fit any of my current fandoms and they’re Fucking Long so that’s also an issue bc either I have to do a bunch of pages or actually learn how to lay larger amounts of text out on a page in a way that is legible. I’d just post the poems but it feels a little too Cringefail and Personal to post them without the fanart.

#not art #text

[diaalagii]

Seeing social links in the elected work of Denny Ja 64: Because of Angora Cats



In the era of the development of technology and information as it is today, humans are increasingly connected to each other through various social media. However, it cannot be denied that the actual social relationship is often neglected. In the chosen work of Denny JA 64: Because of the Angora cat, we can see more clearly how this social relationship is described through the story spoken. In essay poetry due to Angora cat, Denny JA includes social elements as one of the backgrounds of the story. This story raises the theme of social linkages in modern society which is often ignored by many people. Through the characters that are built intelligently, Denny JA is able to describe how humans are connected and interact in everyday life. One of the main characters in this essay poem is Dinda, a young woman who has an obsession with Angora cats. Dinda is a good example to describe social linkages, because she has a strong relationship with her cats. In this essay poem, Denny Ja shows that social linkages are not only limited to relations between humans, but can also be established between humans and pets. Social relationship in this essay poem is also shown through a conflict between Dinda and her neighbor, Ms. Ranti. Mrs. Ranti did not like Dinda's cats who often roam around her house. This conflict reflects the social reality in our society, where differences in views and interests often cause friction between individuals who live side by side. In essay poetry because the Angora cat, Denny Ja also highlights how social linkages can affect human life as a whole. Dinda's character represents individuals who live in a strong social environment, where he feels connected to the people around him. However, when he experienced a difficult situation, he realized that social relations that have been established can be a source of support and strength. In addition, Denny Ja also uses various narrative techniques to describe social linkages in this essay poem. Through the use of dialogue between characters, the author is able to highlight social interaction between individuals in the story. The use of a straightforward and clear language style also makes the reader easily understand the message to be conveyed. In conclusion, essay poetry because the Angora cat by Denny Ja is a good example to see social linkages in literary works. Through interesting stories and strong characters, Denny Ja is able to illustrate how important social relations are in everyday life. Social linkages not only occur between humans, but can also exist between humans and pets. In an increasingly connected society, it is important for us not to forget the actual social relationship. We need to understand that relations between people and relations with the surrounding environment have a big impact on our lives. Through literary works such as Angora cats, we can see how this social relationship can affect human life as a whole. In facing challenges and changes in this life, strong social linkages can be a source of support and strength. We need to appreciate and care for social relations that have been established, both with humans and with pets. Only by understanding and appreciating this social relationship, we can live in a society that supports each other and sustainable. 

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[carcinized]

hello beloved i hope you are asleep right now but i wrote a poem (/ranty thing) about nature mostly about space :D

The stars above are in all of us, we are starstuff. we can see it in the eyes of every being we look at, if you don't believe me, look at yourself. we are the culmination of thousands of years of humans loving each other and helping each other to flourish. we arent perfect, we are real and walking and laughing and breathing and how hecking cool is that? everything ends eventually but look around right now. we have stars, our siblings, our parents, and everyone before, looking down at us and smiling because look at those funky monkeys go! look at what they've accomplished! if we just take a minute to look around, we'll see all the beauty our planet and our siblings of space and beyond have to offer.

i am not, in fact, but its ok cus im in a really good mood and i slept a lot last night so :]

NO BECAUSE THIS IS SO TRUE!!!!!! and. that is really pretty oh my goodness. youre so right adam though. i am feeling in a full of love mood and just.. yeah <333 thank u for that <33

#ask #adam ! #lovely asks #comfort tag

[kiddepool]

i want to be crumpled like a sheet of paper

fold me into myself randomly, then press down with your hands and compress me into a ball

it’s what i want

throw me into the bin as you pass by

my journey will be long from the moment i leave you but i will persevere, and i will be happy for this because i wanted to be crumpled

it’s what i want

#ranty poem #oh how bizarre of you #i’m going thru a lot rn i should seek help #/j #???

[taotaoirl]

answer

why choose me? why pick me? why love me? 

was it love? or was it pity? 

you’ve forgotten our secret. what’s next on the list? 

my hobbies? my favourite song? my face? my name? me? 

i don’t want to fade away and be another memory. 

five minutes have never felt this long - yet three hours have never felt this short. 

i have ignored them and pretended you were perfect. because perhaps, to me, you truly were. 

i choose to believe in this fantasy. 

but weren’t you the one who called first? so now i wait patiently by the phone as time ticks by, waiting for the call that will never come. 

sky full of clouds yet it never rains.

will it finally be worth the pain? 

#guess who overthinked and got their heart broken idk couldn't be me! #prose #poem #rant #ranty poem #rant poem #literature #poetic prose #dump #literature quotes #dumps #poem dump #poetry #sad poem #original poem #hopelessly in love #hopeless romantic

[hatosaur]

Mel headcanons?

hm! mel is interesting to me. it's a little hard to come up with hc's because we see much less of her than other characters but here goes.

big disclaimer: my memory of abby's portion of the game (sans the lev parts) is hazy soooo. correct me if i'm wrong anywhere bc i base these on game stuff.

she and abby were like. Best Friends when they were younger. they definitely saw a lot of each other since mel was jerry's student. which is why...it probably hurt a shitton more when a) owen started dating mel and b) abby slept with owen.

she had just as much doubts about having a kid as owen, probably MORE. not that having a kid would've taken them away from their jobs (since there seems to be tons of kids at the stadium whose parents can just leave them in daycare, much like jackson) but in any case, even in the post-apoc, that changes your life entirely! but we only ever see owen's perspective and him running away from things. what about mel?? she's having the kid but all we get is a little hesitation in abby day 1.

i can only assume owen dating mel caused a rift between her and abby, so i feel like nora would jump in. this is a dual nora hc btw lol; ignoring her part in the joel thing, she seems like the friend who keeps everything together or at least tries to. they're both medics (...right?? don't quote me on that) so it just makes sense.

and uh. that's all i could really think of. out of all the salt lakes sans abby, i like mel the most, mostly because she gets shafted and shit-talked by the fandom a lot, when she probably reacted the most rationally to the goings-on from my recollection. like...people hated her for calling abby a piece of shit when hello??? she slept with her scumbag boyfriend whilst mel was PREGNANT WITH HIS BABY and also trying to make the whole thing work. cmon guys.

side tangent: i REALLY wish they showed more of the salt lake crew together because they don't come off as a group of close-knit friends. for a group that was entirely complicit in joel's killing, you'd think they'd give us more of them as characters. the first guy tommy kills?? i don't even remember his name! leah?? she's dating jordan and sends him saucy nudes and that's about it.

#whenever i think of characters that we never get to know that well i think of that one poem about marge simpson #the REALLY melancholic one by the bojack horseman creator #weird side note but yea lol #this is very ranty #sorryyyyy #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us part 2 #mel j #tlou mel #headcanons #meta #talkies #asks

[a-person-who-likes-musicals]

I may not be who you want:

I'm not who you want,

I know this.

Please,

I don't even care anymore.

I can be independent,

I don't need a babysitter,

Someone who only is there out of obligation.

I've lived through life so far.

The difficulty can't go that much higher,

Right?

I come from two sides,

Illogical in the sense where you question,

Question yourself,

Things around you,

The universe,

Your own memories.

I also come from warmth,

Blankets and conversations,

3 am chats about life,

Drawing and learning,

The reality of the nature of the world,

Smoothed out,

Made easy to digest,

Easily seen,

Hard to gain for yourself.

I come from those before me,

And I take inspiration from those of old,

Adding my own twists,

The thorns and sweet scent of life,

Mixing to create me and who I am.

And there are the things I keep to myself,

My midnight thoughts,

My feelings,

What I write.

Why do I keep these discreet?

The first I don't understand,

let alone anyone else.

The second,

When I do speak them,

No one hears.

The third,

For a simpler reason.

Individuality.

I need something to keep to myself,

Something for me,

And me alone.

I need a outlet,

To express my thoughts and feelings,

A way to speak When no one listens,

A ignoramus will read but not listen,

If it's the only way a person can hear me,

I welcome the voice it gives me.

Why wouldn't I?

A form of empowerment for me.

Writing is a therapy,

A way to unwind,

To get away from what I don't want to face,

The things we cannot face.

Only then do I feel as if I'm living,

A feeling I relish,

Unburdoned by life,

Just living.

Not just surviving.

My head when I write is like a breath of fresh air when I've been swimming in the choppy seas I swim as I go on with life.

The air stinging my lungs as they inflate and deflate.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Judge me for who I am,

I don't mind,

I can tune it out.

Change my t.v's channel,

Maybe listen to some music.

You can't change me,

Trust me,

You tried.

Look where it got you.

Absolutely nowhere,

I exist and nothing can change it.

I know I'm not what you want,

But maybe someone will one day,

There's a reason people write about this,

Maybe there are more in my situation,

Oh I hope not.

Will anyone remember me?

A hundred years from now?

You know what,

It's not the time for questions like that right now.

Do I care what others think?

Yes but no.

It's complicated.

I've learned to not have too much faith in people.

But at the end of the day,

Who's going to listen to me?

Well I guess I will listen to myself,

Lecturing a empty room.

I already have a lesson plan!

It's one step and foolproof,

"Just live".

It works with everything,

Bad day,

Just live.

Failed test,

Just live,

Self loathing,

Just live.

See!

This works with the flow of this poem,

And is also mediocre advice!

I got to end this somehow,

Well...

From writing I came,

And to writing I will always revisit,

For its a part of me,

I may not be who you want,

But who someone will.

And of that I know.

#poetry #a poem #writblr #a old poem #a touch ranty #writing #creative writing #random

[spencerspecifics]

Spencer thought he knew himself.

He really did, after all he spent the most time with himself. So it only made sense he knew himself best.

And he was so sure of it, so confident in the fact he knew everything. Including himself.

His identity, his self, his worth, his existence. He thought he knew. Though, he never thought hard about it. And you only begin to know yourself if you do look into your existence, your place in this vast universe, and what you believe you’re here to do.

And that’s why Spencer got so mad, got so lost. Who was he? He wasn’t supposed to be this. He wasn’t supposed to be holding on by a thread, he was a doctor, he was a certifiable genius, he had so much success. And yet he couldn’t help but feel empty and broken, like the shell of the young man he used to be.

He used to look forward to his work in the BAU, he used to relish walking in the building with his badge. Now, he showed up because he was expected to. He made small talk with his coworkers because it was either that, or start thinking too much again. And after all the sleepless nights he’d had recently, thinking about the same thing over and over again, all he wanted to do was ignore his mind.

Spencer thought he knew himself. He thought he loved himself.

He thought he was worthwhile because he was smart. And if he wasn’t smart enough, he was expendable.

But he was now seeing he could be expendable, if for no other reason than just being too late to the figurative party.

Spencer was now realizing how much he mattered, and how much he didn’t.

He was starting to realize how much he had lost. His childhood, his father, his mother. He was a grown up orphan.

But the only stories you hear of orphans are the happy ones, where they get adopted by a new loving family, and they grow up semi-normally.

What about the other orphans, though? The unlucky ones. The ones who skirt by, end up aging out? The ones who’ve been on their own since the beginning, and will die on their own? Because Spencer knew he surely wasn’t the happy ending orphan.

Spencer was a lost orphan, lost inside his mind, and unsure if he even knew himself.

Spencer didn’t know himself. Not one bit.

#Spencer reid #a little sorta #poem??? ranty thing? #idk I’m not venting here #it’s just how I imagine Spencer’s internal struggle towards self identity #dr Spencer reid #cm #criminal minds #I guess #sad #angst #lol #og shit #Spencer Specific Fics #fanfic #oneshot

[thewhizzyhead]

fun fact: next saturday is my birthday which makes this week my birthday week aka the "Oh God No Please Stop" week aka me-panicking-over-the-scary-thought-of-growing-up week aka me going AAAAAAAAAAA-

#expect the Existential Crisis Series in the form of random poem shits #no but really i've been planning that one out for a while now fjdjd school shit got in the way #but i was supposed to make um a 3 part poem series on twitter about my fears of growing up and resentment over losing my childhood #because of school shit (more specifically an '8th Grade Fucking Ruined Everything' rant) bla bla blaaa #so basically me ranting about angsty sad bitter shit which isn't really a thing i talk about publicly (except on here because yay void) #i mean for the most part my twt account is for ranty school shit twts and ph gov rant twts #and lots of poems abour ranty gov shit #so yea i dont really write about personal worries and insecurities mainly cause it's a bit hard for me #so yea i wanted to try something new with this Crisis Poem series (also i was super burnt out from writing about ph gov shit) #i have a week long break again cause it's the lenten season here (yay for catholic schools woo) so i may just write them all this week #if i have the energy #anyways ramble over #personal shit

[one-true-houselight]

Hot Take

Every personality test I’ve seen/taken/interacted with inherently tries to define an extremely contextual thing through a method that tries to take out that context. 

Because of this, while they might have limited use/helpfulness, the idea that they should inform everything in ones life in irresponsible. 

This post sponsored by the video I made of me taking the Love Language Test where I talked about this a little, and how my therapist after watching it told me it made her rethink the scope of the test. 

#mine #I'm feeling ranty today #gonna go write a weird poem that's been percolating now