D O W N F A L L •

A 19 year old stranger trying to find beauty that life can offer. Beauty where chaos is in and beauty where love is also in. A frustrated writer who does not have anything nice to write to. A stranger which could be the one near you or far far away from you. This is where D O W N F A L L resides.

[mingdliu-deactivated20210422]

Don’t ruin someone else’s happiness just because your sun has set for the moment.

[writingboutyou]

Existing is exhausting. Waking up, is exhausting. I’m guessing that’s why I’ve missed so much school and why on the weekends I sleep well into the day. Getting ready, is exhausting. Making myself look good, for who, for what, for why? Going to school, is exhausting. Doing the same thing and going through the same motions I have been for so long, looking at the same white walls and the same old people. Everything is exhausting. I’m trapped in this tired haze and it’s my existence. I’m living but I’m not. I am afraid this is no longer a state of mind but what I have become. I have become utterly numb and utterly tired of existing in itself.

v.m (via writingboutyou)

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Fandometrics In Depth: Poetry Edition

This April marks the 21st annual National Poetry Month. Launched in 1996 by the Academy of American Poets (@poetsorg), it has become the largest literary celebration in the world. 

On Tumblr, #poetry is the most popular writing tag, with 10% more overall engagements than the next most popular writing tag, #prose. To top that off, #poetry was in the top 5% of all of the tags used on Tumblr in 2016.

From classic #haiku to transformative #visual poetry, #all caps poetry images and #spoken word videos, poetry on Tumblr has a variety of formats for you to tell your friend that you’ve eaten the plums out of their icebox.

Where the writers go

Since many people share curated works using the #poetry tag, a few other tags for mostly original work have popped up. The first is #poets on tumblr, which was the fourth largest community tag on Tumblr last year. Writers began using the tag to share their original work in the early 2010s and between 2013 and 2014, overall engagements (searches, original posts, reblogs and likes) grew 1366%. Over the next two years, that growth continued at an average of 214% per year. 

#Spilled Ink started in 2011 after a pair of friends wanted a create a tag for poets on Tumblr to find each other’s work. Since 2013, The tag has averaged 41% year over year growth and has expanded to also include prose and other writing. It’s now one of the largest writing communities on Tumblr. For some sense of scale, in 2016, there were 32% more posts tagged #spilled ink than #poets on tumblr.

Finally, #Excerpt From A Book I’ll Never Write started appearing three years ago for short snippets of poetry—pieces of work shared with no pressure to be complete or finished. In 2014, only a handful of original posts were made with the tag, but were reblogged extensively throughout the year. Between 2014 and 2016, overall engagements in the tag increased 10,407%.

Further reading

No matter what your favorite kind of poetry is, there are dozens of tags to find your next favorite writer on Tumblr. In addition to those mentioned above, there’s also:

#slam poetry, for those who see poetry as a competitive sport

#poetryriot, similar to #spilled ink, this community meets at @poetryriot

#scream poem, to shout your feelings via caps lock

#blackout poetry, creating new poems using book pages and a black marker, and

#micropoetry, think haiku is short? these poems can be as short as a few words.

There are also a number of amazing poetry blogs to follow:

Lang Leav (@langleav), a poet who began sharing her work on Tumblr and is now an international best-seller

Steve Roggenbuck (@livemylief), whose artistic videos and image macro poems break boundaries 

Button Poetry (@buttonpoetry), which focuses on performance poetry, and

Tyler Knott Gregson (@tylerknott) who shares daily haikus on love.

For more blogs, head on over to @staff and check out the roundup.

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THE THING I MOST AFRAID TO WRITE

I asked myself many times, “What could possibly be the thing I most afraid to write?” and I always come up with a long list of answer thinking that those were the things I have been afraid to write about but when I woke up at 2 am, my brain, for the nth time demand for some more precise answer which I could only come up with two, my future and identity . The two things I realized I have been seriously struggling with ever since when I am still a child tho I never knew it until now. I didn’t think that tracking down the root of fear can be so difficult. It takes a lot of time until you can finally be able to open up and be honest to your number one critic alright, ourselves.

That is maybe why I chose to name my blog as, D O W N F A L L• because of fear of my own demise.

- D

[didascalicjupiterus-blog]

This world is but a canvas to our imagination.

Henry David Thoreau

[didascalicjupiterus-blog]

Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.

Walt Whitman

[meanwhilepoetry]

Look for what they do when you need comfort most of all. It will tell you everything about how well they love you.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

[thegoodvybe]

[didascalicjupiterus-blog]

Insanity is your ticket to freedom.

D

[tmpoem]

Maybe I’m thinking too much Maybe I should stop Maybe it’s not healthy Maybe it’s not easy Maybe I should turn it off If only I could turn it off Long enough to make it stop

t.m. (via tmpoem)

[books-n-quotes]

And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.

Ally Condie, Crossed (via books-n-quotes)

[mypenleaksiridescence]

[didascalicjupiterus-blog]

I saw myself lying on a bed of grass as I stare at the twinkling lights produced by the stars. It was said that stars are dead and the lights we see are only the remnants of their lives. And when I try to reach them they were suddenly painted in crimson red then I realized it was my own blood, and the nightmare began to flash again before my eyes like an old tape colored in black and white finally remembering how I struggle to live, how I give all my strength just to keep myself alive even just for a while – enough to tell to myself that I have live enough. But now that my blood seems rushing their way out of my body like being dis-burdened of being finally free, oozing from the bullet holes I was rewarded in staying alive. Dying didn’t seem so appealing than it is now though it doesn’t like anything they have told it would, your life doesn’t flash before your eyes for one last time but the feelings it have made you feel. Happiness, love, envy, anger, resentment, all, compressed in just for that few final moment enough to say goodbye and feel peace you have been craving for a long long time.

D