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yoursecho · 5 months

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all i want is to talk to someone in the way they talk in the Aristotle and Dante books. is that too much to ask?

all i want is not to hear 'you are seventeen stop talking like you are seventy' is that too much to ask?

all i want is not to hear "stop thinking so much its not that hard" very time i share my doubts. is that too much to ask?

all i want is to hear 'i love your brain and the way it thinks'. is that too much to ask?

#this sounds like poetry #im sad and angry #wanna be friends?#lol #i love books #aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe #Aristotle and Dante dive into the waters of the world #aristotle mendoza #dante quintana #i love them so muuuuuch

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the-meme-monarch · 1 year

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deltarune as posts i’ve seen around tumblr PART THREE

part one

part two

part three you are here

part four

part five

part six

#the art gallery #deltarune #scc #dont tag scc as ship #capn is playing bongos in that one bc i read the post to my brother and he said it sounded like slam poetry

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teddybeartoji · 2 months

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it's not often you get to see a sleepy suguru.

it's not like he's not tired – he's fucking exhausted; the dreams just don't seem to like him all that much. but he's usually toughing it out, trying to seem as composed and put-together as possible. the dark skin underneath his eyes betray him, though.

so you don't really know why today is different. is he just more tired? have all of the sleepless hours caught up with him? or is it just you; could it be that your body is the most comfortable place to rest his heavy head? or is it your perfume that's soothing him to sleep?

or is it the fingers in his hair?

he doesn't really let others play with his hair too ofter either. satoru and shoko had been the only exceptions but that was before you came along. satoru uses his hair as a stim, something to play with when he's bored. suguru has taught him manners though – a few slaps against satoru's fingers and chest to remind him to be more careful. and shoko is just more likely to brush a strand from his eyes or help him tie them up in a half-assed bun whenever his own hands are full with whatever.

you like playing with hair, always have and always will. it's relaxing and it's fun and it's calming and you love it. when you first met suguru, his hair was the second thing you noticed about him (his keen purple eyes being the first). an irresistible itch burned in your fingertips everytime you saw him, everytime he wore his hair down. it just looked so pretty and soft.

he takes very good care of his hair, you know that much. specific shampoos and conditioners, masks and all – he's all in. and nobody bats an eye. not that they should but satoru definitely gets made fun of because of his stupidly expensive collection of figurines and shoko gets teased for her silly mug shelf – and yet, neither of them ever comment on the bottles and tubs of fancy products that lay on his bathroom counter.

his hair also smells good. the compliment always hangs on the tip of your tongue but stays hidden in fear of coming off too weird. too creepy. but he doesn smell good. even with closed eyes and ears and you'd find him in a crowd. you wonder whether he knows that.

as you grew closer and closer, the now scorching itch only doubled in need. you never did gather the strenght to outwardly ask him – if you could play with his hair? if you could caress it? comb through it? it was an accident.

a simple gloomy friday afternoon: you're both lazing on your couch, staring at the screen. it's funny – you find yourself muffling your already quiet bursts of laughter, suguru alongside you. he's sitting close by, closer than usual. you don't ask him about it.

he asked to come over; something-something about being sick of his own apartment. you understand that, so you tell him that your home is his home (you'd tell him that even if you didn't understand). you hear the faint smile when he thanks you over the phone.

even when he looks like he hasn't slept in months – he looks good. you can tell he's overexaggerating his smile a bit but don't say anything about it, rewarding him with a grin of your own. his eyes flick to your lips and how they curve and he thinks about how warm it feels to look at you. maybe he's not exaggerating anymore.

your arms open wide, inviting him into you and he obliges, as always. he smells good. as always.

his hands lock behind your back and your behind his neck. your hearts meet and they greet each other with a fastened beat, eager to be in sync – to feel each other again.

he pulls back and the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles. he's not doing it anymore and you're happy to relieve him even if it's for mere moments.

he's wearing a sweather and his hair is down. he has lip gloss on; you try to think whether he's more of a mint guy or more of a shea guy. it remains a mystery.

and now you're on the couch with two cups of warm tea waiting for you on the small table. he smells good. he's so close. he snickers at the screen and you can't take your eyes off of him. it's the same small crinkle of the eyes and the faintest pink tint on his cheeks.

you know he knows that you're looking at him. you've been told to have a staring problem and he's just an observant guy. it's a terrible match. or a perfect one.

he doesn't say anything though; instead he leans his head back and little to the side against the headrest (he's even closer now) and you find yourself shifting an inch aswell. perhaps magnets are involved? the iron in your blood pulling you together?

no, that can't be. you'd have to be polar opposites for that to work. warm-blooded and cold-blooded? would that work? you're getting too poetic and he's looking at you now.

it's an accident. it slips out on its own. you smell good. caught off guard by your own comment, you're about to apologize when a hand on your thigh almost makes you suffocate on the words stuck in your throat.

he laughs and it feels so good. he thanks you. he means it, you see it in his tired eyes. he likes the way you blush.

turning his focus back to the tv, you try to collect yourself. a deep breath in and a deep one out and a deep one in and a de—

a weight on your shoulder. he smells so good. he's so close. you peek down, curious as to whether this is a dream or not. but suguru's head is in fact laid on your body, sinking a bit more into you by the second. a deep breath in and a deep one out.

seeking for a more comfortable position, you snuggle closer to him. it's hard to focus but you're making it your sole mission to make him feel safe. your arm curls around his body, his shoulder, and rests right by a flock of his hair.

his cheek is now smushed against the top of your chest and the weight of love doesn't seem as bad as everyone keeps telling you. his hand finds a place around your waist; loosely – as if he's the one who's afraid to scare you off. silly.

his breath against you feels right and the butterflies in your stomach refuse to calm down. so you do what you always do when you get nervous – completely on their own, your fingers caress his hair. just smoothing over it at first but before you know it, they're combing through a strand and twirling the ends between themselves.

you wanna apologize, again, but the soft little grunt that emits from the man keeps you from doing so.

don't stop.

+ this is for @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat just bc it feels right

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taikanyohou · 7 months

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"Go ahead and draw. I came all the way here for you. Take a good look and draw."

MY PERSONAL WEATHERMAN (2023). Episode 7.

#my personal weatherman #asianlgbtqdramas #asiandramasource #asiandramanet #dailyasiandramas #mlmsource #jdramasource #*#faiza gifs #literally this sounds like POETRY. segasaki CAME BACK to yoh. sat in front of him. told him to draw HIM. and smiled for him.#GOD. IM CRYING.

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apoemaday · 7 months

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"Like Rain it sounded till it curved"

by Emily Dickinson

Like Rain it sounded till it curved And then I knew ‘twas Wind— It walked as wet as any Wave But swept as dry as sand— When it had pushed itself away To some remotest Plain A coming as of Hosts was heard That was indeed the Rain— It filled the Wells, it pleased the Pools It warbled in the Road— It pulled the spigot from the Hills And let the Floods abroad— It loosened acres, lifted seas The sites of Centres stirred Then like Elijah rode away Upon a Wheel of Cloud.

#poetry #emily dickinson #like rain it sounded till it curved

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fictionadventurer · 20 days

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I'd have been much less intimidated by the idea of writing poetry if I'd known that all you have to do is:

Have a thought

Write it down

Find a cooler way to say it

#plus there are pre-made (yet totally optional) cool formats that make writing feel like solving a puzzle!#it also helps that i don't expect any of these to be good #so i can just throw words down and be pleasantly surprised if any of them sound good #this is also a good exercise for my easily-distracted brain #instead of thinking up an image or idea or vibe and saying 'i should create a story that can use that'#the image/vibe/idea can be the whole project!#nice change of pace #adventures in writing #poetry

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krasytoonz · 8 months

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Look it’s de husbandz

#I love healthy dynamics so much #the type of romance that sounds like poetry and feels like hot cocoa on a winter night #especially if they love each other and will grow old tgt and will say ‘u are as beautiful as the sunset’#OR even better ‘no matter what universe we will always be together because if I found you here I’ll find u anywhere’#DO YOU GET IT!!#Frank x Eddie #Eddie x frank #welcome home eddie #welcome home frank #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #krasytoonz #welcome home arg #welcome home fanart #welcome home project #fanart #welcome h #welcomeh #frankly dear

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fagdykepearlescentmoon · 3 months

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there is something so terrifying about wanting to be held, a years deep ache in my bones, like a child sobbing pleading for someone to notice, to care.

come here darling, I swear I will not bite, come here please, smooth away the cracks in my skin, piece me back together with the gold of your love, like the japanese would repair their pottery.

there is something so vulnerable about wanting to be touched, undoing me with a mere brush of the fingers, peeling back my layers like the skin of an orange, and each golden segment of my soul, is an offering (i love you).

oh, do you think you could hold me? just this once? kiss the backs of my knees when they ache? trace the divots of my spine like exploring a foreign land? memorize the shape of my nose, my jaw, my eyes, turning the terrain of my body into something familiar.

Perhaps it is selfish of me to ask for such a thing, I have always been a rather demanding creature, a dog, scratching at the door, begging to be let in.

I will be gentle I swear, curl up in your chest, your ribcage can be a temple, your heart the god I bow before, praying you might hold me, if only for a little while.

#this can be interpreted as platonic or romantic #it probably sounds more romantic #but i didnt really intend for it to come across any specific way #i am kinda proud of this one tho #considering i wrote it in my notebook in like 20 minutes #and then rewrote it here with only a little editing #it doesnt have much of a flow but i still like it #poetry #poems #physical touch #touch starved #skin hunger #physical affection #physical love #having a normal one tonight boys #shitty poetry hours/pos

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kingthunder · 3 months

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When I say The Amazing Devil is my favorite band I don't mean it's my top band among many I mean it's the only band I listen to at all. They ruined me for other music. I want everything I listen to to be just as dramatic and vocally emotive and narratively focused and lyrically intricate, but I can't find anything else that scratches the itch and believe me I've tried. 😩Want to know what comes the closest for me, weirdly enough? Tenacious D.

#joey batey how did you manage to create your own genre of music #explain yourself #look i don't like listening to only one band but i can't control what gives me dopamine #what i wouldn't give for another TAD album #or another band following in their footsteps #they call themselves folk but is it really?#no other folk bands sound like that #i don't even know how to describe it #it's like if a musical wasn't a musical #it's like if poetry was being acted out on stage #it's characters and stories and rhymes and harmonies and it's heartwrenching and beautiful and angsty and sweet #it's everything my melodrama-loving ass ever wanted #i want more :(#the amazing devil #TAD #joey batey #madeleine hyland

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leomssis · 6 months

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on the haunting of fc barcelona

#something something a legacy becoming a ghost #something something you’ll never get away from the sound of the (wo)man that loves you #the idea of messi haunting barcelona/laporta is utterly fascinating #they can’t ever escape him no matter how hard they try #we’re in a new era we’re a new team we’re not messi’s team anymore #and yet he is still there. maybe not physically #but spiritually #and he’ll remain there for as long as he lived #Interesting how the 3 that really have changed barca as an institution (pep messi johan)#have all been forced out #and yet they all remain there. just like ghosts. haunting them #wonder if that’s why barca is so self destructive as an institution #anyway this is insane people posting don’t mind me!!!!#leo #lionel messi #web weaving #lyrics #poetry #fc barcelona

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yoursecho · 2 months

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#motivation #exams #potential #this sounds like poetry #poetry #inspiration #motivational quotes #chatgpt #ai generated #wow #students

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etapereine · 28 days

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"On Loving" by Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. Sholeh Wolpé

#listen. LISTEN.#tadej just. he just never stops talking about jonas and how much he enjoys that rivalry and how much he wants it to continue #and it makes me a bit emotional every. single. time.#not pictured: tadej saying that he and jonas have “a bright future” and how that makes them “sound like a couple”#cycling poetry #tadej pogacar #jonas vingegaard #tadejonas

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cyberr-v0id · 5 months

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Too many people relate the ocean to sunshine and summer and relaxation and… that’s just not it.

I mean no hate if that’s what it means to you, and maybe it’s the fact that I AM an ocean child, my family is from the sea and we came to this country across it, but I can just never relate the ocean to an ice cream and a pool floatie.

To me the ocean is wild. It is danger. It is freedom. It is tasting the edge and knowing that not everyone can come back from it. It is swimming as far out the bay as you can when you’re twelve because you’re just so enchanted by the water and what it promises, only to realise that you’ve drifted far from where your family was. It is promises and secrets and treasure. It is alluring, a siren in the back of my mind, calling to me. It is hooked deep into who I am and I know that I can never come back from that.

The ocean is restless and she cares for no one any more than she has to. She would willingly drag me down ti her depths and never let me go, and that just makes me love her more. The ocean is in my heart.

The ocean, the sea, the waves that crash on the rocks in the storm, that rush up up up over the sand banks and into the town. That isn’t a being that is intrinsically tied to sunlight and fruit and sun tans.

Have you never stood on the cliffs, or the end of the pier, and felt the waves crashing below and the salt spray fly onto your face? Have you never felt the tug of a current, or stayed on the shore even as the tide comes up to your legs, then up to the harbour wall? Have you never stepped into her fierce embrace and wished to never leave?

The ocean is restless, yes, and wild, and dangerous. She will be tamed by nobody.

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coccinelle-et-chaton · 5 months

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i've been listening to Can't Catch Me Now for days now.

it is my entire personality. it has consumed me. i-

the beauty, the rage, the sadness. i am BANGIng my head against the wall, do you understand me? 2023 is for the dystopic girlie reinassance and i feel so ALIVE.

#i need the hunger games like i need air #i need to be put down #i am rabid i am unwell i am not fit for organized society #tbosas #thg #the hunger games #the balad of songbirds and snakes #can't catch me now #olivia rodrigo #i mean do you remember the groundbreaking poetry of safe and sound? we were not worthy.#this is up there. i can't stop i'm so sorry i'm so obsessed with this song and like #how WELL it captures Lucy Gray's legacy.#the ability to make this fucking man hysteric enough that it would be his downfall #a girl like Katniss was always going to come along to deliver the final blow #a girl like Katniss was not just inevitable but like Lucy Gray only a matter of time #because even if it lands on top snow does fall in the end #coriolanus snow #coryo snow #lucy gray baird #katniss everdeen

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apoemadaykeepsthehoesaway · 2 months

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Storm

-Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)

His face was charged with beauty as a cloud

With glimmering lightning. When it shadowed me,

I shook, and was uneasy as a tree

That draws the brilliant danger, tremulous, bowed.

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So must I tempt that face to loose it’s lightning.

Great gods, whose beauty is death, will laugh above,

Who made his beauty lovelier than love.

I shall be bright with their unearthly brightening.

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And happier were it if my sap consume;

Glorious will shine the opening of my heart;

The land shall freshen that was under gloom;

What matter if all men cry out and start,

And women hide their faces in their shawl,

At those hilarious thunders of my fall?

#what’s this?? could it be a sonnet??#a queer sonnet???#a gay poem???#from Wilfred Owen???#well guys no one here is as surprised as I am #this pretty little thing was most likely written around october 1916 #nothing revolutionary style wise but it’s really fun to read with all the Zeus type semantic fields #very imposing but lovely #anyway #wilfred owen #poetry #ww1 #sonnet #queer literature #sounds like he has a very aggressive but saucy situationship going on #I’m not sure if their relationship here sounds like the healthiest #potential domestic violence tw

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pigeonwit · 2 months

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fandom has become a contest of egos rather than an act of love towards the source material and its miserable and i hate it

#hey my guy. my guy. i started writing fanfic by making shitty soul eater self insert oc fic #i make shitty fanart. i write bad poetry. thats how you fucking get better at it.#and yknow not to sound cheesy but its fun to look back and see where i improved and grew #i actually made a pretty decent drawing yesterday! im very proud of it! i wrote a little bit today! im proud of that too!#what do you have to be proud of through theft.#im not gonna act like im above seeking attention and validation. i do that shit all the time. but how is that validation worth anything-#if its based on something you STOLE

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