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Reasons I Hate Writing Poetry
I when we look in a garden, we only admire the beauty of the flowers, we don’t think about the weeds the flowers had to fight to reach that stage in which their beauty is displayed. the beauty of my poetry is a reflection of how hard i fought but no one sees this.
II I hate writing poetry. Poetry of you and me. My pen still sets my demons free. I love you still, it’s plain to see. And will until eternity.
III It’s true, I hate poetry but Listen before you judge. I hate the swamp-like writers block Impossible to budge; I hate the words that won’t come out, The stuff that I can’t say; The half-formed thoughts swirled in my brain I can’t make go away; I hate when I don’t understand The feelings in my heart; I hate the times I want to write But just can’t make a start; But poetry is in my soul, And what I hate the most Is all I won’t have time to write- My own poetic ghost.
IV there came a time in mid-december when everything tasted like the mints of old september i saw your eyes i saw your smile and your visions bade me stay for just a while but all the pages i had typed were burning, burning in the night and they burned so bright and true they blinded me with hues of blue
V How terrible of me that sometimes My heart grows weary And its ink runs dry And I contemplate handing it over to defeat That sometimes I earnestly believe that writing is all for naught All these failures are my fault And I cannot help the anger that washes over me And I blame it all on poetry When really I got caught up in my vain search for fame And forgot the selflessness that is The true meaning of poetry
VI you ask me about my poetry, and usually, i am at a loss for words. how do i describe something that flows in my veins as easily as blood? but i also wanna tell you that sometimes this blood turns to poison, sometimes the way i look at the world is ‘too dark’, and sometimes i feel like i would never have the courage to face the words again, that i would never be able to revisit the feeling. sometimes i chastise myself for hating every word that i write. sometimes i have to punch the wall till it’s red and my knuckles are bruised so i don’t have to deal with my fingers not being able to hold still. sometimes it’s my voice pulling me down and sometimes its others’; the words hurt and they sting. but they also love and they heal. you ask me a lot about my poetry, and i always end up saying that the only way i’ll ever accept death is bit by bit, day by day, the words engulfing my soul, my very being.
VII Exsanguination exhale, compose in the language of judas—a kiss, rather, a war between thought and paper we call these words blood and ink, a weapon formed when silence becomes a drum, a thrumming pulse bleeding out—quietus
VII Words cut themselves too thin for feelings to house meaning past hello; I bleed in color for you, but all you feel is rain against your eyelids. Love is the catalyst for destruction & we’ve never held anything whole; darling, I said your name left gently, but I still caress the exit wound; it’s everyday of counting moons until I can write you out of the air
& become a part of your story
IX The empty purge of writer’s block dry tongue scraping teeth, teeth taming tongue, twitching fingers that lay at ready on the keyboard. Writing is an art, but writing poetry is an artful ache the confliction of catharsis and audience appeasement, of doubt and determination. It’s sitting in the corner of a panic room with two versions of yourself, arguing.
X I despise rhythm and rhyme, always chasing time, and emotions between meaning. Let’s see … what can I convey, what do I wish to show? And what will be misinterpreted between the sow and the reap, and what words will be forgotten, after I’ve pulled from the heap?
Amassing like bodies in trench warfare, phrases I could not find, words beyond my mind.
Poetry is not an enemy, but I see it as a challenger, and have come to despise, not the challenge, but my mind. it’s inability to free from the boundaries of language and leap to new heights to connect folks who will never respect one another enough to see just how similarly we all bleed.
This is my first collaboration piece with some of the tumblr writers I absolutely adore. The prompt was a bit hard but the following writers rose to the challenge with their amazing contributions @poetcc-things @ellenya @alovelykay @broken-bell @doomchesters @teacup12 @pomegranatepithos @duherica @thefoolspages (tagged in no particular order) None of the contributions have been heavily edited because the raw compilation of the different styles emphasized the point more. Once again thanks to everyone who participated, it was highly appreciated.
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┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆ 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝚈 𝚆𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 ⋆ V
┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆ 𝚆𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷 𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚂 ; 𝚆𝙴𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙽𝙸𝚉𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷 ⋆ VI
┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽 𝙼𝙴 𝙸𝙵 𝙸'𝙼 𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈 𝙾𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 ⋆ VII
┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆ 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝙸𝚃 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚆𝙴'𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙳 ; 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 ⋆ VIII
┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆ 𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚄𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 ⋆ IX
┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆ 𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚆 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙴 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽 ⋆ X
┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃 ⋆ XI
┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆ 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝙰 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 ⋆ scott summers
ㅤ ㅤher first reaction is to tell him to go , nothing bad or insulting to him just the fact that she really felt talked out. she'd been doing so much and felt so stressed and overwhelmed , alone time sounded really good to her. but before she could open her mouth to relay that message , the redhead paused. it was true that she wanted to relax and be alone , but that didn't necessarily have to exclude @bothsidesofaquestion.
ㅤㅤ" no , no. " she shook her head , finally opening her eyes to look up at him. " stay ― please stay. " she reached out beside her , patting the ground as an offering. " the water is nice. " before he even moved to sit beside her , Jean felt good about her decision to invite him to stay. it had been a while since they'd had a moment to check in , see how the other was doing. "it's been a PRETTY CRAZY RIDE , huh? "
ㅤㅤ" I know you're in pain , @wonder-winged. " her fingers twitched slightly , considering reaching out to him but she thought better about it. " Warren , I can feel it. "
ㅤㅤ" I don't know what I'm supposed to do , @cloudrides. I feel so lost all the time. " she turned to the woman , hands reaching for those of her friend. " it's not supposed to feel like this , right? "
ㅤㅤ" we're never going to get anything done if we're at each other's throats , @symbioteburnout. " the redhead sighed , steadying herself to try and calm down. she didn't know what was causing her to fight with Andi , but something was up. " do you feel it too? "
ㅤㅤthe redhead tilted her head to the side , a soft smile on her face as she looked over the kitchen island at the other woman in the room. " I have to train tonight , are you busy @vvasilisa ? " she didn't want to train with Scott and it had been a while since the two women on the team had time to talk.
ㅤㅤ" hey. " her voice was soft , careful. she stared into the eyes of the younger woman , her head tilting slightly as she studied the expression on @emmatriarchy's face. " if anyone understands , you know it's me. "
ㅤㅤdark green eyes narrowed as the empath took a step back , wanting to keep as much room between the two as possible. " what did you do to him , @spidrclone? and don't lie. "
ㅤㅤ" I'm not even sure if I can explain how it happened... " she began , staring without seeing the wreckage before her. she'd lost control again , she'd done more damage than good again. " are you not afraid to be near me , @sonicanary? "
ㅤㅤher breath was coming in short bursts , remnants of the pain the woman on the ground had felt pulsing throughout her body. she had opened herself in order to feel if the woman's heart was beating properly or if she was truly damaged by the surge of electricity that Mary Jane had dealt her. " who is she? why was she coming for you , @watsonjackpot? " her brows furrowed as she looked between the two ago. " she can't possibly just be a crazed fan , right? "
ㅤㅤshe very obviously didn't believe him , but she wasn't about to argue either. she wished that he would trust her enough to be honest , but she knew that vulnerability was really hard for a lot of people , she was one of them , and it wasn't about her. NOT EVERYTHING WAS ABOUT HER.
ㅤㅤ" I'm sorry if I haven't been here enough for you , @wonder-winged. " finally , she did allow her hand to connect with his forearm , but she was forceful with her shields to stop herself from entering his mind. " I'm going to do better. "
❝Jeannie. Whatever you feel—— or think you feel, is nothing. Everything, and everyone, is just fine. ❞
A hand to reach out, oh, if only he was so lucky. ❝I'm fine. ❞
Meeting Ice Nine Kills again. Bought a tanktop from their booth. c:
