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On our first date, I

Dropped something in that fountain.

A piece of me sunk.

Lost Possessions

By canned-spam33

#my poetry #poetry #heartbreak

I want you to tell me that we'll be okay,

That the world ain't going blank.

Tell me you need me, tell me you want me,

But you'll never say it again.

I want you to tell me you'll love me forever,

But forever just seems so long.

Tell me you'll never leave me alone,

That you're never gonna leave me disowned.

You said you wanted a future with me,

But what do you really mean?

Making plans with life and me

Kind of careless, don't you agree?

Love,

I said don't promise me happiness,

But you gone and proved me wrong.

I want you to tell me all of those things,

But I'm begging myself to be strong.

I've always gone and said that men ain't shit,

Always leaving me to pick up the mess.

What kind of mess is this now,

This feeling deep down in my chest?

About Those Promises

By canned-spam33

#poetry #my poetry #rhythm #promises

I'd woken up to my father singing

I've been working on the railroad,

Coffee brewing and pancakes flipping,

Sizzling in a nonstick pan.

He flipped the sun around the clouds,

Poured me a cup of the earth,

And a cup of last night's sunset

In a glass made out of stars.

We'd eaten the whole world for breakfast,

Planets disappearing on slabs of toast,

And then we'd go and climb the

Tallest mountain we could find.

We' d always be home before eight,

Just before mom woke up,

And then we would go about our days,

In that town that was crumbling apart.

Those Perfect Days

By canned-spam33

#poetry #my poetry #childhood

seashellronan

the three emotions of the gay community

tenderness

yearning

toxic by britney spears

seashellronan

getting notes from gays is so easy and this post was made purely to prove that yall really see the words tender, yearning and britney spears and just fucking slam the reblog button this was a test and you all failed i love us

My sweetest Sappho, I'm sorry;

For although I've paid my dues to you,

I've still fallen for a man.

A Letter to Sappho

By canned-spam33

#poetry #my poetry #sappho

The gods preach that humans are evil,

That we are designed for sin.

Adam and Eve were children of the Gods,

But they still fell victim to the trust of one

Another.

Adam bit into the apple,

Juices flowing down his chest

In rivers that would scar the earth.

Adam trusted Eve. He loved her.

For what is better than a person's love?

What may the gods offer me that you cannot?

I don't need angels or redemption,

I just need you to be close to

Me.

God became angry,

His wrath falling to the earth in shards,

And Adam was made to pay for his sin.

But Eve knew better than to grieve.

Kissing is a strange thing, isn't it?

A man and a woman join faces in the dead of night,

Hands outstretched to feel sleepy heartbeats,

And in the greatest act of sin ever known,

They trust one another.

Untitled

By canned-spam33

#poetry #my poetry

Sculptors are true the makers of this

world,

The one who embrace the bodies of the

gods and

Return them back to the earth,

Encapsulating them in permanent stone,

But the biggest sin that they commit is

the eyes.

I don't blame them, really.

How could one trap that pure emotion?

The love in your eyes would shatter the

artist's tools,

Melting the hearts of the viewers like

Dark, smoky ash.

How could I ever transpose the warmth to

a chilled slate of marble?

Your eyes, they are hot tea on a rainy

day,

Sweet honey in the peak of spring,

And the earthy color of life always

growing.

They are the warm notes of a guitar

played in earnest.

In them I can read your heart like a

novel,

Every emotion written in a chapter of

your life.

Out of all the books I've ever read,

The story that your eyes tell is the one

that

Pulls me in the most.

It took me a while to learn your

language,

But once I understood the verbiage, I

knew it all.

Your emotions became second nature like

these words,

And I learned to spin beauty around them,

Just like how I do now.

I can forgive artists for now,

And they can skip this chapter.

They all know that nobody could ever

truly replicate the human eyes,

And that although I might try,

I know that I could never do you justice

in any sense.

His Eyes

By canned-spam33

#poetry #my poetry

Nice to know you're sorry,

That you didn't mean a thing,

Leaving me on read all day just to

Hang out with your friends.

I want to break something,

Throw my phone down on the tile,

My heart beating next to it,

My brain down in denial.

You came barreling to my chest

At 10,000 miles an hour,

Trigger finger there and ready,

And you can't even say you're sorry?

Love,

All you ever do is say you're busy,

That you're bent against the clock,

But when I'm stuck with all this work

At least I look at you and stop.

You've been in my head nonstop all day,

But it's time to pay the rent.

I need more than this, love,

I just thought that you'd be there.

I'm fine by canned-spam33

#my poetry #poetry

You have been many things to me,

My sweet romantic, my dearest lover,

The one that swept away all of my fears,

But in honesty, to me you are a river.

Your energy is reckless, restless,

Always moving, moving on,

But still you carve away at the earth,

Scarring the world in the canyons that you love so dear.

It’s in these canyons where you fill the banks with happiness.

You bring calm to the desert,

And you save me from the endless droughts.

You save me from myself.

The willows sway over your head

And I tiptoe across the crystal blue,

Observing the fish and other life below the surface.

You’re so filled with life I can hardly believe it.

And finally, when I decide to accept this fate,

I will lay at your feet and your waters will kiss my eyes to sleep.

The sound of your life will lull me to your world,

And I will go without a single thought.

Your tides will sweep me off my feet,

Catching me in the swaying current.

You will tug at the edges of all that I know,

Only this time, I’m not afraid of drowning.

A letter to him

By canned-spam33

#poetry #my poetry #free verse

Y'all mind if I hop in and post some poetry?

thecollectibles

Art by Jyundee

spinal-chord

Reblog this with your favorite SPG song that's less popular/well known

I'm really curious!

Mine is Necrostar!

the-2cent-steam-man-band

I could never pick a favorite but Starlight Starshine and I Don’t Have a Name For It deserve much more appreciation

steam-powered-amore

Love World of Love

s-s-something-steampowered

My favorite song of all time is Over the Moon! The harmonies <3

canned-spam33

She Said Maybe is really sweet and underappreciated

thejonlennon

You're in her DMs, I'm using her to toast 6 bagels at the same time and then dropping her 8 minutes after buying her but still managing to write a love song because I'm awesome like that. We are not the same.

corpsecro

BREKKING NEWS! kazoo brekky stole everyone’s wigs in ketterdam the whole city is BALD

Life: *causes one small inconvenience*

Kaz:

#six of crows #leigh bardugo #crooked kingdom #kaz brekker

ghoulsjournal

Things I’ve Learned

- don’t drink water in the dark

- don’t look out windows at night

- if you feel it watching don’t look for it just hurry on your way, but to be safe if you feel running for some reason would insult This One then don’t

- take only dead wood from forests, fallen berries and flowers are safe too, the living things are Not For You

- NEVER stomp on the mushrooms

- stay on the animal paths

- leave an offering in the woods to be left in peace during your walks

- the hills and fields may seem open and empty but They Never Are

- listening to the wind is fine but you should never reply to it, if you feel it shift it’s time to go

- if your dog won’t go near it neither should you

- if It’s in your room then shut your eyes or otherwise don’t acknowledge It, It will eventually lose interest

- ghosts can and will lie to you

- don’t give anything your full name

- if you feel weak, don’t rest - leave

- your shadow doesn’t always belong to you

- check your seats before entering your vehicle, do not look back for ANYTHING after

- better yet keep things in your seats

- generally if you suddenly feel you shouldn’t look in a certain direction, be in a certain place, or do a certain thing then please trust your gut

gameraboy

“A Sticky Situation” (1960) by Carl Barks

bogleech

I like how advertising is literally still exactly as sexist as they’re joking about in this comic from 54 years ago.

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