Some Poetry and Stuff

Connor || He/They || Abrosexual || Born in the Middle East || Living in Europe Requests are open, DM/send ask if you want me to write something specific! [main account: @quotes-that-are-true]

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imagine if tumblr had a feature that showed whether you fast-reblogged a post or did it normally. it would be perfect. i wanna see which of you fuckers are lazy pussies

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For Writers:

Reblog if it’s okay for your followers to leave you an ask telling you what the one thing is they remember you for as a writer.  Is it a scene or a detail or a specific line? Is it something like style or characterization?  Is it that one weird kink they never thought they’d be into, but oh my god wow self-discovery time?

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How do I look at you? — Freestyle Poem

Can you please tell me, you beautiful little girl, please,

how do I look at your soft skin and at your shining smile,

at your glistening hair and your sharp facial features,

how do I just think about your fragile, frangible soul,

how do I think about your huge, always hurting heart,

or just the way you live your life; a graceful gift from God,

without irreparably and unceasingly falling in love with you?

[yesimsufferinginside-deactivate]

There once wasn't a man

[Inspirated by a convo with @connorspoetry, check out his blog!!]

I've read a pretty outstanding book some time ago.

And it was so great because I slowly started falling in love,

I fell in love with the story and the scenes and the words,

I fell in love with all of the well written characters,

but there was one of them, there was one graceful man,

who I loved more than all the others.

'Cause this man, he wasn't a father, he didn't have a child.

Or, he didn't think he had or would ever be able to have one,

this man had a boyfriend he loved unceasingly much,

he would have given up on every single matter for him,

and he did copious amount of irrational things to protect him,

things that may have seemed stupid.

But they weren't stupid to me and they never would be.

This man loved everything and everyone with a burning passion,

and he always protected the humans who loved him or used to,

because they still owned his scarred, huge heart,

they still had healed some of his wounds and burns,

and he would still care about them.

One day his boyfriend learned a valuable, painful lesson.

He learnt that illness affects the ones who don't deserve it,

and that death always takes the most meritorious of us,

I cried on the white pages that had become more than just pages,

'Cause this man never thought he'd have a son, and still,

I was the son he never knew about.

[jadespoetry]

Amazing!! I knew you would do a great job.

[jadespoetry]

Drowning in Thoughts — Freestyle Poem

I was 7 year old when my dad taught me how to swim,

I was 8 years old when I went to the beach the first time,

I was a kid and I enjoyed the striking glimmer of the sand,

I was so little, full of belief, hope and confidence.

'Cause my dad showed his little boy how not to drown,

he explained to me how to take deep, slow breaths,

how to dive under without having to fear anything,

and how to save someone else from submerging.

So I lived my childhood knowing I couldn't drown in water,

I wasn't afraid of the water or of the ocean or of the sea,

but maybe my dad should've taught me other things too,

because now I'm drowning in my thoughts, and I need help.

I don't know how to swim in all of my expectations,

I can't breathe because of all my responsibilities,

I can't dive in my dejected memories without being scared,

I don't know how to help my friends and family.

[jadespoetry]

Everything Hurts — Freestyle Poem

Everything about my existence hurts my soul and heart,

because I always feel an irrational fear, deep down,

because everything and everyone scare me every day,

because even he the things I love will break ultimately.

I just hope I can live without devastating anything,

I hope I won't demolish dreams, wishes and desires,

as is only the worst of us want others to feel the pain,

the same pain we ourselves felt long, long time ago.

The awful things that will hurt me ceaselessly,

I don't want other living souls to suffer from them too,

I don't want them to fall apart in thousands of pieces,

like I did years ago, when the world broke my heart.

[jadespoetry]

Song Prompt: Northern Lights by Gremlin

Northern Lights — requested poem

[Source: Northern Lights by Gremlin feat. Presence]

You glisten like the Northern Lights,

you shine,

like it’s going out of style,

oh you’re worth the while,

don’t tarnish what you have,

just to be with me,

you deserve someone who’s going to love you endlessly.

[Poem by connorspoetry]

I love you more than everything else.

I love you more than the warm sunshine and the beautiful, sandy beach.

I love you more than the flamboyant flowers in our neighbour's garden.

I love you more than the most passionate kiss, more than the tightest hug.

I love you more than the narcotic and calming sound of rain.

I love you because you are such a wonderful and fragile thing,

I'm afraid I could break your heart and mind with just a few words,

afraid I could destroy a masterpiece with my doltish character,

and that you won't be the same amazing person anymore.

Others could love your soft skin and your ravishing smile,

others could love your energetic and tireless attitude,

and I don't wanna ruin your smirk and your happiness,

I don't wanna ruin what you could have with someone else.

'Cause I'm a hopeless boy, breaking everything I touch,

A hopeless little boy, brutally tearing hearts in two,

because I don't genuinely don't know how to take care,

of the souls others have given to the hopeless boy.

[jadespoetry]

The story of your life — Freestyle Poem

You were such a cute, lovely baby,

happy but still crying all night long,

just like every kid did, but still,

you weren't like the others, I knew.

You were such a beautiful, sweet girl,

loving me like a little, conscious child,

caressing my skin with innate ability,

kissing me with a destructive passion.

You are such a strong, abject woman,

hurting and crying yourself to sleep,

but still you're smiling every single day,

'cause you're the paladin of your own story.

I wanted to fix all of your profound cracks,

but the cracks still are a part of your being,

without the scars, the bruises and burns,

you wouldn't be the same wonderful person.

Every real hero has scars on it's body,

scars from when they still used to fight,

all the villains and demons, inside and out,

you are perfect the way you were made.

And there is no past that can change that.

[jadespoetry]

Prompt, based on a poem you wrote lately... Can you tell us more about the summer lover boy in "3 AM" please? Thanks!!

The summer lover boy — requested poem

I'm a summer lover boy.

You look at me and my golden glance,

you think I have too much time to spend,

because I live my life at the beach,

drinking and laughing and singing.

But as you get to know the lover boy,

you notice he isn't all flaws and smirks,

you come up to him with a little smile,

you ask, "wanna meet up with me tonight?"

The sun goes down like a sinking ship,

as you see the golden summer boy,

walking down to the salty, cold water,

as you quickly follow his fast steps.

He has beautiful, shiny blue eyes,

with a whole world of oceans behind,

and blonde, glistening soft hair,

that makes your skin tickle a bit.

"Did I already enchant you?", he asks,

you can't help but laugh a little,

such a stupid question, you think,

and still, you can't give an answer.

Cause all the things in your head,

all your thoughts and your wishes,

they spin faster and faster and faster,

around the blonde summer lover boy.

"Yes", you whisper, "you enchanted me",

he smiles and replies, "I always do",

you're only one of the many fools,

craving for the summer lover boy.

That's what you were thinking about,

but then he gently takes your hands,

just to pull you closer to his chest,

just to kiss you with his soft lips.

"You love me?" you ask curiously,

"Yes", he says with a grin on his face,

"Because I'm a summer lover boy...

And loving's what we do."

[jadespoetry]

long poem coming soon!!

[jadespoetry]

Look me in the eyes — requested poem

[Prompt by @yeah-but-is-it-legal]

Look me in the eyes.

Look at what you've done to me.

Look at the scars you've left.

[Poem by connorspoetry]

When you look me in the eyes,

do you see all the destruction?

Do you see the pain and the tears?

Do you see the reflection of the sun,

that has disappeared to me?

Do you see the salty water,

you see it rolling down my cheeks?

My eyes sparkle, like tiny little stars,

because my soul is burning behind.

My skin is pale, like the moon,

because you sucked out all my blood.

My heart has cracks, like the walls at our old school,

because you shattered it as if it was glass.

[yesimsufferinginside-deactivate]

I'm in love with these <3

Do you accept song requests?

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I could try!

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Look me in the eyes — requested poem

[Prompt by @yeah-but-is-it-legal]

Look me in the eyes.

Look at what you've done to me.

Look at the scars you've left.

[Poem by connorspoetry]

When you look me in the eyes,

do you see all the destruction?

Do you see the pain and the tears?

Do you see the reflection of the sun,

that has disappeared to me?

Do you see the salty water,

you see it rolling down my cheeks?

My eyes sparkle, like tiny little stars,

because my soul is burning behind.

My skin is pale, like the moon,

because you sucked out all my blood.

My heart has cracks, like the walls at our old school,

because you shattered it as if it was glass.

[jadespoetry]

3 AM — requested poem

[Prompt by @yesimsufferinginside]

It's three in the morning,

I drank too much alcohol, isn't it?

I'm spitting my soul out.

The soul you gave me time ago,

the same soul you toke back...

When you broke my heart.

[Poem by connorspoetry]

I used to love you so much,

used to laugh at your jokes,

used to look at you, enchanted.

Used to hang from your lips,

and fall on my knees for you,

used to listen to your words,

as if they were a beautiful song,

and as if you were the melody.

Now the song got ruined,

cause you pressed the wrong key,

now the voice got disrupted,

breaking like the one of a teenager.

Now it's three at in the morning,

we're both drinking, not together,

and that makes us twice as sad,

because the music that used to fill our lives,

disappeared like ice in the rain,

now we're as lonely as ghosts,

we only see each other,

because we got killed time ago.

Now look at me, the summer lover boy,

who drank and smiled at parties,

and now drinks and cries alone,

who enjoyed life with his friends,

and now thinks about dying every day.

Look at me now...

It's 3 AM.

And I'm crying.

Because I don't hate you.

I just hate the way you stopped looking at me.

Hate the way you stopped smiling.

Hate the way you stopped telling the truth.

Look at me,

hating everything about the people that I loved.

Look at what you've done, please.

One last time.

[quotes-that-are-true]

“Once you've accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.”

— Tyrion Lannister [Game Of Thrones]

[jadespoetry]

Life isn't a prison,

don't try to escape.

Love isn't a test,

please don't cheat.

People aren't music,

don't turn them down.

Souls aren't games,

don't give them up.

[jadespoetry]

I don't think that I can't love anymore.

I love the sun and the rain and the clouds,

I love the neighbour's dog and cat,

I love the berries growing in our garden,

I love the sound of the words you speak.

I think that I can't be loved anymore.

Because...

Who loves the empty bottles on the floor?

Who loves the scary nightmares at night?

Who loves the salty tears over a sweet face?

Who loves the pain hidden behind a smile?

That's right.

Noone does.

[torunnskarr-deactivated20220802]

How does the sun know when to shine,

and when it has to succumb to the moon?

How does the heart know when to love

or simply who to love?

Oh the complexities of life,

I do not understand a plethora of things

and if I am being completely honest I don't care to

but I sit,

hours on end with sore joints and jittery fingers,

determined to understand exactly

how you are my greatest source of happiness

and my greatest source of dejection.