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#sad boy poetry
wedrownlikeregulus · 2 months
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Jegulus headcannon
Regulus 'sad boy poet' Black
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James 'can't do creative writing to save his life' Potter
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maraudersoncrack1981 · 6 months
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Regulus wrote sad boy poetry about James and had multiple little notebooks filled with different ones, he would never write james name though, he would always just use the word "sun" instead, but the day before Regulus went into the cave he had found his most recent notebook of sad boy poetry and it had one page left, so he decided, for old times sake, to write on last peice of poetry about his sun, but this time instead of writing "sun" he wrote James name.
Fast forward to after Sirius and James find out Regulus past away, Sirius and James go to Grimauld Place to look through Regulus' stuff and as Sirius is looking around his old bedroom, James is looking through Regulus'. He looks at his desk to see an open notebook. He looks at the page it's open at and is immediately brought to tears as he sees that Regulus had wrote him a poem, dated December 30th, 1979. He started looking through the notebook to see that it was just filled with poems about him. He decides he's keeping it and puts it in his bag, he keeps looking through the desk to find more and more notebooks, dating all the way back to 1972,
That was the moment James potter found out that Regulus Black had loved him since the day they met on the train to hogwarts on the 1st of September, 1972.
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deadpoetsargas · 5 months
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"And what does love mean,
if one is the sun,
but the other one is
at the bottom of the sea?"
- a poem by me
This is a poem that I wrote while thinking about jegulus and I can't wait until my book comes out to see how many people get the reference
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jegulusposts · 7 months
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I wrote this and then realised it sounds like Regulus wrote it for James so here you go!
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dodgytransformer · 7 months
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i think i like the image of my own bloodied, split skin too much.
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arzrchives · 4 months
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my mom always told me
she believed
that we get to talk
to God when
we die
near him face to face,
kneel, and let our
words tumble
from our mouths
in praise
or worship
respite
anger
we are asked our sins
we respond true
MY CONVERSATION WITH GOD
i met a boy the summer of my 17th and he ate berries from my fingers and
i traced the freckled constellations
on his skin and iced his bruises on them with
my own freezing hands
and he had this thing where
he would hug my hands
in both of his
when they started shivering they were always cold
and i'd cried in my room
in secret when
i realized no one else
had ever cared that
they were
and he was my
four leafed clover and
my shooting star and
the soft secret i tucked into
bed next to me
gently at night and
the bird at my window
in the morning and
apollos lyre and
achilles' sword and
and i lovehimilovehimilove
himilovedhimilovehim
he's gone.
BUT YOU'RE CHANGED
AREN'T YOU?
iamchewedupandspatout
iamagapingblackhole
andafriendoncetoldme
ifyoutrytoshovestuffinside
itwillnotmakeyoufeel
wholeaugust
itwillswalloweverything
everythingeverything
everythingyouputinthere and
he's gone
BUT YOU'RE CHANGED
AREN'T YOU?
i see hands i do not
recognise and a face
foreign to me and
i am begging you
to make me forget
the way he'd looked
at me when he saw
something in me
worth wanting and
unfurled me slowly
in the quiet hours
of the night and
spread his hands
across my body
like an explorer with a map
and a treasure
and the treasure was me
me
me
our gasps of pleasure
and glory and
talks afterwards
and
looking back at him
from the kitchen and
he's already staring and
i adjust my glasses
and ask him if he wants
food and he
hugs me
make me forget
please
DO YOU WANT TO?
no
no
no
i will remember
in death
i will remember
i am carnal and
all teeth and
sinew
and snapping jaws
just like you
taught me,
and
you know
i hold a grudge like
nobody's business and
i will fucking remember
and
DO YOU WANT
HIM BACK?
no
not again
DO YOU WANT
HIM GONE?
good god you've
already killed me
and isn't one death
enough?
don'ttakethisaway
don'ttakeitawayit's
worsethandeath
it'skilling
meonetwothree
fourfivetimesover
it's
YOU LOVE HIM.
BUT YOU ARE
CHANGED.
i am i am i am
i am i am i am
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dunalany77 · 3 months
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Go listen to Astronomy by Conan Gray and tell me that it's not about the Black brothers. You can't.
Just to mention a few lines from the song:
"The only mistake that we didn't make was run, now look what we've done"
"Stop tryna keep us alive, you can't force the stars to aline when they've already died"
"From far away, I wish I've stayed with you. But here face to face, a starnger that I once knew"
You can't tell me that Regulus wouldn't say these about Sirius.
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solxs · 1 year
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Te recordé en las manos de otro.
Te extraño tanto.
Sir. Samuel
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ifonlyicouldbeastar · 8 months
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in my head i am screaming. in my head i am yelling and hitting and crying. in my head i am slowly dying.
but i am laughing and smiling. i look clam. i look happy. i look fine.
if only you knew.
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aludraslytherin · 3 months
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If
If you were the quill, I would be the parchment for you to use,
If you were the wand, I would be the charms,
If you were the time, I would be the clock, so people can see you,
If you were the Moon, I would be the tides,
If you were the sun, I would be the stars.
If you were a shirt, I would wear you every day,
If you were a tree, I would be the breeze to caress you kindly,
If you were a cat, I would be your fire place, always keeping you warm,
If you were a star, I would be the scientist admiring you every night,
If you were a fire, I would be a candle to hold you, even if it means you melt me.
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kiwi2229 · 10 months
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Sad boy poetry
(James Potter / Regulus Black | 307 words)
For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Memories
James sees Regulus sitting in the alcove in the abandoned part of the castle. He has his legs bent and he’s focused on the notebook in his lap, writing in a hurry, like his hand can’t keep with the words inside his head. He smiles to himself.
“Writing your sad boy poetry?” He smirks and Regulus’ head snaps up.
“Oh, fuck of Potter.”
James laughs “Only you can be pretentious enough to write poetry in the middle of this sunny day.” And he pushes Regulus off the wall he is leaning against. Regulus lets him and James settles in behind him so Regulus will lean against him instead.
“It’s not my fault that you are this cultural barbarian who can’t appreciate art.” Regulus rolls his eyes but closes his notebook.
“So, educate me.” James places a quick kiss on his curls. Sometimes he is lucky, and Regulus reads some of his poems to him. Sometimes he is not. But the way Regulus hesitated and didn't immediately reject him, he assumes that today might be his lucky day. “Read something for me, Reg.” He whispers and Regulus slowly opens his notebook again. He's been flipping through the pages for a while until he settles on one page with a short poem with the title Memories.
Regulus clears his throat and starts reading:
The waves of echoes of the past Rocking the ship of my mind The ones that looked peaceful Now drowning me Stealing the breath from my lungs Even though I'm still on my boat holding tight Fight them, leave them, admire them They never go away You are me and I am you Oh, the waves of echoes of the past Curel and always changing forms The sea is full of them And one day I will become one of you Only a wave in someone else sea
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hoffelstar · 1 year
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Just... this:
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(ART BELONGS TO ME, DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION)
Fic: Dear Reader by calamitoustide
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startledstoat · 8 months
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If you could not love me for living, could you love me for dying?
Regulus' last thoughts as he died were of his brother. After a wedge was driven between them as they grew up and they came to resent each other for everything they each did to stay alive, Reg still cried out for his big brother, wondering if Sirius would be proud of him for doing the right thing.
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notsurebutqueer · 10 months
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My biggest flex is that Regulus and I share birthday
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ziggystrdust · 11 months
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i feel the harsh sunlight beating down on my face and i feel your soul. i see the red marks the rays left, and i am reminded of your filthy kisses. i touch the water in a great big fountain and i feel your long blonde hair. i look up into the stars and see your eyes staring into mine, daring me to get closer, to get a taste. i stand near the crashing waves of the ocean and i hear your giggle and your teasings. i sit in front of the fire and i feel your warmth.
finally i feel the satisfying twitch of pain from getting too close to the flames, and i am reminded of why you left.
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iveneverhadanickname · 2 months
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and in the quiet moments, where my thoughts drown me, the silence whispers your name.
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