Lilac Winds

An archive for my poetry

[masqueradepoetry]

My girlfriend and I were coming up with a safe word when she suggested

…

Deadass

[jordanbolton]

To The Person Who Was Sitting Near Me On The Train - Jordan Bolton

My first book ‘Blue Sky Through the Window of a Moving Car’ is out Nov 7th and is available to pre-order here - https://smarturl.it/BlueSky

[dragonymango]

you, the audience

[ilikeit-art]

[el-shab-hussein]

As a rule of thumb, don't reblog donation posts or people asking for donations unless they've been vetted and reblogged by Palestinian bloggers. We usually go to lengths to verify this shit because we know scammers have been faking to get people to send them money, using the urgency of our genocide as bait.

It's disgusting this is what we're dealing with, but people are losing money because of some truly evil people out there.

Accounts don't just randomly spring up on tumblr without gofundmes while asking for someone to help them create a campaign. Fuck out of here with that shit.

[el-shab-hussein]

I'm also gonna stop listing the reasons why I recognize something is a scam. It's becoming more and more clear there is 1 person behind this STRING of scams and they're leaving less trails behind but it still reeks of them and their MO.

DO NOT TRUST ANY GOFUNDME OR REQUEST FOR CROWDFUNDING THAT PALESTINIAN BLOGGERS HAVEN'T VERIFIED.

At this point I'm fine receiving a bunch of inbox messages asking me to vet x y z so y'all can avoid this shit. But please have some critical thinking!

People are exploiting our situation.

[el-shab-hussein]

Reblog this post.

Whether you wanna read the whole thing or not idc.

REBLOG IT.

The person this was about deleted the 4th or 5th scam account they made and are definitely gonna make a new one soon. I don't want anybody falling for this anymore.

[the-moon-pal]

help i want to draw my oc on cool clothes but i can't find any HJDHJ send me any outfit meme u have pls.. !!

[the-moon-pal]

im kind of looking for any sort of compilation rlly! the only thing im not looking for is feminine clothing if it can be helped

[toxic-luck]

Outfit memes you say-

#1 Juzo Honenuki fan

Send a fruit and a character to see them in that outfit! op can see ur tags yall, dsmp fans fuck off lol

traulisms

outfit ask meme!! but catered only to the things i like to draw a lot send an ask with a character, letter, and a number and i’ll draw them

jurinova

Send a character + outfit + accessory! Feel free to use and reblog, but please no reposting!

This artist (jurinova) in particular has a few others in the same style that are very pretty!

[the-moon-pal]

OH!! thank u sm!!

[grimfox-deactivated20250321]

i want to live.

that might not sound like much,

but then,

it is.

[wishuponastarion]

your skin smells of woodfire smoke, your hair of fragrant oils,

your skin cool and crisp

in the new-autumn air.

you lean in to share your warmth,

goosebumps prickling our summer-dress arms

you brush a pine needle from my cheek-

(i catch your wrist, lick the burnt sugar

from your fingertips,

bend to swallow your gasp

and your lips are sweet

too.)

[vinesinmyheart]

Dance Into Love

Dance with me,

Safety in our solace,

In this fiery realm,

Focus on these ocean eyes,

Move in time,

Only us, in this moment.

Let's waltz amidst the turmoil,

Ignore the chaos outside

Finding solace within,

Creating our own oasis,

Of love and dreams.

Hold me tighter,

Fearless in our steps,

Every twirl a joyous revelation,

Life transformed, together.

Embrace me, please

In this dance of existence,

Let's transcend fear,

We are here to love.

Together, we find sanctuary,

In our bond, safe in wise hearts,

As the world fades away,

Dance into love with me,

Let the rest burn.

- E.M

[masqueradepoetry]

Burn

(Tw: being on fire, literally)

(I wrote this directly after The Earth and I, so same scenery. This is more trauma based like I typically write, so no aromatic interpretations of love, sorry :/)

I had almost forgot was warmth was.

Amidst raindrops and ice,

I was alone.

Would it have been rude?

To dance so delicately,

Among somewhere I should’ve died.

Am I dead?

I remember this place,

Yet I feel as if I don’t belong.

Like an orphaned child,

Wandering gilded halls

And tiled floors.

Isn’t it beautiful?

The mourning of freedom?

Has the cold come from chains?

Has it come from choice?

Am I doomed to fall?

Even if I have never flown?

Is that a shame?

What would you do as that child?

Would you steal?

Would you cry?

I am the numb steps of loss,

The shattered bits of memory

That if glued together,

Would only display the source

Of my sobbing?

If one eye weeps

And the other stays dry

Does that make me a monster?

I am the plinking notes

Of a piano just out of tune.

I fill halls with beauty that pains you,

I am the tragedy that humans consist of.

I am the empty ballroom of a castle

Long forgotten.

I am the broken chandelier,

That wishes to shine light,

But can only pierce the feet

Of those that wonder too close.

When the fire starts

I am grateful.

I am excited.

I am loved by flames

That kiss my arms and neck.

And I am happy.

Until it burns.

[masqueradepoetry]

The Earth and I

(I wrote this in a greenhouse while it’s pouring rain outside. My aromatic attempt at love poetry, or maybe I just really like dirt.)

The Earth and I are lovers.

Dancing to the same longing tune.

The rain falls on us,

But we don’t feel the chill.

The Dirt and I are married,

Between rocks and sand and wood,

We grow mushrooms with decayed love

And flowers with fertile kisses.

Each step is rhythmic,

Enticing,

Hypnotic.

We are lovers upon the land.

At night the Earth wraps me

In her warm embrace.

The wind cannot touch me,

Where we sleep.

We step along to a dance,

So old and timeless

That even the best historians cannot recognize.

The Earth and I are lovers.

And when I die,

I will not be afraid,

For her love will keep me close

And my grave will carry

The most beautiful of flowers.

[masqueradepoetry]

Just a Nightmare

(TWS: Food, unsavoury sleeping conditions, panic attack, religious trauma, anxiety, depression)

(So… here’s a peak into my nightly life in an abusive household! This whole thing was written while I was having a panic attack.)

It’s 1:18 in the morning,

My eyes are red and puffy.

My bed is stained with soda,

And my pillows are dusted with soil.

I lay beneath my covers,

Ignoring the smell of cola.

My mind is too busy running,

To think of the grave I lie upon.

I shouldn’t be up this late,

And I would give anything to sleep,

But my mind is busy racing,

So I cannot catch a wink.

Memories are colours,

And my thoughts are black and white.

My mind is like Crayola,

But I swear it’s just a nightmare.

Distractions are a blessing,

Something to hide the worries,

But my phone keeps me up late,

And I have church in the morning.

Crickets are out chirping,

My rats skuttle about.

My fan is busy wurring,

And I’m up at 1:30.

Now my arm is sticky,

From the Soda on my bed,

But it’s not like I can clean it,

So I’m stuck inside my head.

There are two men and a girl,

Who follow me in passing,

I fear that I am stuck,

In what I left long ago.

It was just simple frustration,

From an argument of blood,

But pain and memories are a choir,

I say it’s just a nightmare.

My relationships are ending,

And I fear it’s all my fault.

My girlfriend might not love me.

I say it’s just a nightmare.

My pets are slowly dying,

And my senior year is next.

I fear my grades will perish.

I say it’s just a nightmare.

I do not have a job,

My hobbies are too many.

I give my parents stress.

I say it’s just a nightmare.

I’m scared of laws and politics,

And I’m scared of being killed.

I live in fear of infamy.

I say it’s just a nightmare.

I fear I’ll wake up late,

And get scolded by my parents.

I have no valid excuse,

So I swear it was just a nightmare.

[masqueradepoetry]

Icarus

(Okay so I had to write a poem for a school thing and I didn’t want to write anything too personal cause it’s a school of rednecks and they would not be the kindest in the face of my weaknesses, so this is slightly inspired by that one really famous Icarus poem, I’ll edit this once I find the author and proper name of the poem so y’all can read it yourself.)

I’m in love with Icarus.

His painted Ivory wings

With feathers gilded in gold.

His father loved him,

Supported him,

Enabled him to fly.

Icarus’ wings

Were made from

Clouds and sunrays.

Maybe I don’t love him

Maybe I want to be him,

Even as he fell from high above.

Maybe I want to know

What it’s like to soar

High above the world.

Maybe I want to know

What it’s like to succeed,

To be praised and adored.

Maybe I also want to know

What it’s like to fall,

To embrace terminal velocity.

To see my feathers molt

And drift past me

As melted wax scorches my skin.

To close my eyes and breath,

Knowing that the ocean will catch me,

To know that I tried.

I want to be him

Because I can’t fly myself;

Because I can’t try.

Because I’m scared.

I’m not scared of the fall,

But of the ascent,

Of the climax.

It’s not because it’s difficult,

I’ve survived difficult.

I’ve climbed over hardships.

Chains circle and confine me

To the Earth’s crust,

Never to allow me to even jump.

Even Helios,

The imprisoned god of the sun,

Looks at me with pity.

Why am I so scared of success?

Am I worried that people

Will only see the lie of myself?

I am no instrument.

I am not a lyre for

Apollo to strum.

Yet I feel like a falsehood

Whenever I accomplish,

What if I’m not what I should be?

What if I’m faking talent?

I’ve always been decent

At this and that.

I’ve never failed spectacularly.

I am a simple

Jack of all trades

Master of none.

Part of me is terrified

Of the spotlight,

Of the recognition.

Part of me yearns,

To be a role model

To be admired.

Many have said,

“I’d rather be a Jack of all trades

Master on none,

Than someone who’s only

A master of one.”

The thing is

I’d rather be a “master of one,”

Than to be seen by no one.

Maybe that’s how Icarus felt

As he rose into the sky

And greeted the scorching sun.

Maybe he knew he would fall,

Perhaps he only thought

He could get right back up.

I wish I had that confidence,

Then I could accomplish more,

Give more to the world.

Even Icarus gave a myth,

An immortal legend that tells people

To not take things for granted.

I wish I was Icarus

So that I could fly and fall,

So that I can be a myth.

After all,

Who am I to say

That Icarus didn’t see his descent…

As beautiful?

A sign to get back up,

To try again

To only get better.

[toskarin]

do you think insight can be gained about an author from the stories they write?

no. authors are like squids and can only be understood through spirited but ultimately futile combat

[writtenroses1813]

I’m so sorry but in the nicest way possible do yall actually read books or just read words??? Cause I’ve been seeing that trend of people not understanding how “snarled” and “eyes darkened” and “eyes softened” etc. was used in a book and like…

Genuinely, do yall just not have imagination?? Or not understand figurative language??? Also eyes do literally darken and soften have you not lived a life??? How do you read with no imagination? Is this how you get through so many books in one month - you simply don’t take the time the understand the words as they are read?

[lrlamauthor]

I have been so confused by this discourse. I gobbled up the 90s fantasy doorstoppers and these sorts of expressions were such mainstays that they've never tripped me up.

I remember a reader was annoyed by my use of the phrase "the column of her throat" once and I suddenly realised not everyone reads copious amounts of fanfic or historical romance growing up, either. I always loved that phrase: "column of [her/his/their] throat." It makes you imagine marble smoothness. Annoying if overused, sure, but a well-placed one is evocative.

They're simply shorthand for various creative expressions or nice images. Darkened: dangerous or horny. Softened: fondness, vulnerability. Snarled: animalistic anger (v. useful if you're writing a dragon character in human form). Writers need to have physical reactions and emotional beats for rhythm, pace, and flow, no? If you say the emotions too straightforwardly, the writer gets dinged for "telling, not showing."

Maybe a higher percentage of the population than I thought has aphantasia? Or have reading tastes really changed that much in the last few years?

[writingmaidenwarrior]

Aphantasia might be one reason but this reminds me of a conversation I had with one of my old teachers a few years ago.

The reading comprehension is worsening. It starts with the children who have barely time to understand a text because of standardized tests and only need to "vomit" the stuff they learned, but also in adults. The quota of people who really get what a text says is decreasing. (Sometimes Tumblr is a living proof for this.)

Also the language in books changed the last 20 years. I noticed it myself as an avid reader. It became more streamlined, less descriptive in many cases, even in fantasy.

Writers always got told to show not tell, but on the other side it's the more "telling" stories that are published and who "train" the readers to like this.

All this together are factors in this weird discussion about how people don't understand what is meant when the text says "his eyes darkened" etc.

Plus, we shouldn't forget once someone starts with "Isn't it weird" they will find others with this opinion in the echo chambers of social media which makes them appear like more people than they might actually be.

[penny-anna]

i think the reason why the assassination of Julius Caesar is one of the funniest political assassinations is for this very simple reason:

1 guy stabs 1 guy: not funny. that's murder.

2 guys stab 1 guy: even less funny. that's two against one.

60 guys stab 1 guy: uproariously funny. why do you need so many guys.

[grandpuppyalpaca]

60 guys say they'll stab 1 guy, but he only ends up with 23 stab wounds: peak comedy and peak relatability for group projects. what can surpass it?

[dear-ao3]