you can’t look me in the eye, i take sad pleasure in the fact.
your heart beats in my chest, my heart beast in the corner.
i want to be reacquainted with you And you say nothing, you sit
– skipped song sung wrong // a.s
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you can’t look me in the eye, i take sad pleasure in the fact.
your heart beats in my chest, my heart beast in the corner.
i want to be reacquainted with you And you say nothing, you sit
– skipped song sung wrong // a.s
you can’t look me in the eye, i take sad pleasure in the fact.
your heart beats in my chest, my heart beast in the corner.
i want to be reacquainted with you And you say nothing, you sit
– skipped song sung wrong // a.s
love from a distance, richard siken
So he walks up to me and it’s like, okay who are we kidding? I said, this dream only works if you play along, And he smiled, said all the right things, But he said them all wrong.
And I said to him that I gave up the ghost, ’Looked at me and said who, Didn’t I mention him, cry for an hour or two? Maybe I’m mixing up lives, just another love to chew, And so he said baby, That’s on you.
– 30/04/20
jonah: a story told in two acts | 5.12.20
fear sits in your eyes like a cat basking in the sun swallowing heat, accumulating warmth, still, not yet sleeping
– how fear presents itself // 10.05.20
“(seen 00:57) persephone: i was never a god. the promegranates you gave me were soaked in the ichor none of us wanted to admit was there. i have swallowed plenty; it has been flowing in my veins so rapidly the blood was spat out, reborn. when you stain the canvas with gold it forgets the crimson is still under. (seen 1:00) hades: you were always a queen. i only polished your skin”
— it has been glowing since. is it the fruit? (demi ev.)
“I’ve always had a dream of being a light-house keeper, absolutely alone, with no one to interrupt my reading or just sitting –and although such dreams are sternly dismissed at 16 or so they always haunt one a bit.”
— Elizabeth Bishop - from Words in Air: The Complete Correspondence Between Elizabeth Bishop and Robert Lowell
in a competition with the stars who looks away first they draw you in lightly, until youre immersed, ripe as a berry, fit to burst you’ll blink in unison unrehearsed, unwatched, unnoticed time speeds in reverse look away slowly, you're only of earth
– stargaze
this spring is slicing me in half. like an apple. will not be explaining what i mean by this
So sweet and funny how people become close enough to each other that they basically create their own language
Writerscreed Discovery of March & April 2020
Writers Creed has been digging through the Tumblr Writing Community to find more writers to feature on our blog. Here are the talented writers we have found during March & April who deserve more attention! Check them out and give them a follow, and as usual, keep writing everyone! We cannot wait to find out who will make the list in May!❤
@pwaranwrites
@semjase
@ashesandglitters
@thirtheeneleven
@alyce-wolf-413
@mistressofwordz
@nic-because-gay
@winetruth
@danceofthepoet
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@thatpoemguy
@boardingtheargo
@disruptivebychoice
@and-also-much-cattle
@seacreaturepoems
@travellingthroughwords
@16thzero
@myoutlines
@roseunderdawn
@dragons4thesoul
@jadynmccleery
@even-fools-are-right-sometimes
@dear-rose-days
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So he walks up to me and it’s like, okay who are we kidding? I said, this dream only works if you play along, And he smiled, said all the right things, But he said them all wrong.
And I said to him that I gave up the ghost, ’Looked at me and said who, Didn’t I mention him, cry for an hour or two? Maybe I’m mixing up lives, just another love to chew, And so he said baby, That’s on you.
– 30/04/20
the gallery of great battles; versailles, paris
im obsessed with this guy now