Hello!! I Just Want To Say That I Love Your Poetry A Lot. It Feels True And There Is Such A Weird But

hello!! i just want to say that i love your poetry a lot. it feels true and there is such a weird but delightful feel to it. so much of love for you ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

secondly, can you please give me some writeblr blogs with good poetry? i have been craving tumblr poetry recently and i feel like you would have great recommendations.

i hope you have a great day ヽ(*⌒▽⌒*)ﾉ

ASKS LIKE THESE ALWAYS MAKE MY DAY A BAJILLION TIMES BETTER OH MY GOSH. YOU'RE AN ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART. AN ANGEL. THANK YOU. not only do you compliment my writing abilities but ON TOP OF THAT COMPLIMENT MY TASTE IN POETRY!? IM FLATTERED. OKAY SO I love so many but am terrible at keeping track of them so I promise you there are so many missing from this list but the ones that I can think of off the top of my head that often make my heart do that thing that happens when you read good poetry are:

@blueleutheromaniac

@heartofmuse

@bluecornersoftheworld

@enslavedmind

@teaspirationss

@insomniac-dot-ink

@inkskinned

@poemsforpersephone

@clutchgirl13

@itsokaytodreamincolor

@lilacstorms

@dreamybellatrixanvm

LMAO GUYS remember when julian blackthorn straight up turned off his emotions for a little bit in qoaad. what the fuck was that. man was just like okay i’ve had enough of this hell❤️ i do not want to feel anymore

Link to the full post here <3

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It has now been 13 months 19 days  9 hours 4 minutes and 3 seconds

Since I last held you

And 7 seconds

9 seconds

11 seconds

If I had known 

I wonder if I would have held you longer

I wonder if I would have been able to let you go

We were going to be stars

Tearing through the night sky 

Diamonds of light skating across eyelines

Dancing with ribbons of moonshine

Until our feet and souls ached 

But it would not matter because

We were going to be stars

We were going to slip

Into the depths of the galaxy

You

And

I

Let them make wishes on the diluted thought of us 

Trillions of miles too far to be touched

Or caught 

Or stopped 

We were going to be stars

Wrap ourselves around each other until we were our own constellation 

Let them make of us what they will

Stars do not care what they are named

We were going to be stars

And now that vision is a million miles away and so are you 

I stay up most nights fiddling with slips of moonlight that filter in through my open curtains

Sometimes in the quiet of the dark, I dance with the thought of you barefoot across my bedroom floor while the rest of the house slumbers

Afterall, stars do not sleep

I wonder if you feel the song echo through the chambers of your heart

Palms pressed against porch doors 

And birthday gifts sent in the mail

And impromptu deliveries of still warm baked goods

Made with the overflowing cups of time we try and make use of before they trickle through our fingers and down the drain 

Your smile is as radiant as ever 

And I find it in me to make wishes on the starlight glints that flicker when your eyes are caught in a beam of the sun or screen

You are

A star

I remind myself I am just lucky to still be alive 

But I miss you 

I grow more fearful of myself than the world unravelling around me 

As I become more sure I will come undone completely before it does

It becomes a race

Who will spiral away first

But time too wants to play

Suddenly a day passes in the blink of an eye 

Yet every second is eternity

The disorientating nature of a world turning so fast we often forgetting it is turning at all 

I close my eyes and try deep breathes to fend off the motion sickness

I sleep the day away and wake at sunset to a sky dripping mango sorbet orange

The summer heat never kisses my skin 

I forget the last time I went outside

I begin to memorize the constellations of my bedroom ceiling 

I rediscover the depths of myself and relearn to fear drowning amongst my sea of doubt

The TV drones in the background at 3 am

Talking about the unity overcoming us all wrong

It is not from something befalling us but rather by the thing we already had.

The vulnerability writhing in our veins.

We are all terrified

Of unbecoming 

More friendly smiles offered in the street lighting up eyes

All of us a little more willing to accept them

As though to say

I know you are scared

I am scared too 

But I am with you 

What I mean when I say "toxic monogamy culture"

the normalization of jealousy as an indicator of love

the idea that a sufficiently intense love is enough to overcome any practical incompatibilities

the idea that you should meet your partner’s every need, and if you don’t, you’re either inadequate or they’re too needy

the idea that a sufficiently intense love should cause you to cease to be attracted to anyone else

the idea that commitment is synonymous with exclusivity

the idea that marriage and children are the only valid teleological justifications for being committed to a relationship

the idea that your insecurities are always your partner’s responsibility to tip-toe around and never your responsibility to work on

the idea that your value to a partner is directly proportional to the amount of time and energy they spend on you, and it is in zero-sum competition with everything else they value in life

the idea that being of value to a partner should always make up a large chunk of how you value yourself

"Loneliness doesn't always look like sitting on a swing alone, not having anyone to push you. Loneliness doesn't always look like crying yourself to sleep and sad songs. Loneliness looks like that happy song you can't sing along with someone else. Loneliness looks like being the Belle of the ball but having them only admiring you from afar. Loneliness looks like not being included in a conversation that you could be a part of. Loneliness looks like a smile that no one returned you. Loneliness looks like dancing alone in your room, your hands aching to hold someone. Loneliness looks like a laughing crowd passing you by. Loneliness looks like the sun burning alone with no stars to accompany. Loneliness looks like happiness of other people. Loneliness kills you because you wish that they could be just as lonely and that's wrong. Loneliness kills you because you cannot see the rainbow they're taking pictures of; because you only see the dark clouds. Loneliness is wanting many things that could be yours but aren't."

-Meghana/ loneliness