Strange & Withdrawn

aromatic asexual poet -Random poems and ramblings- maybe don’t interact with me-

[snootyfoxfashion]

Poisonous Plants Print by lvcernarivm

[rotgospels]

“When Teresa of Avila was asked what she did in prayer, she replied, ‘I just allow myself to be loved.’”

— Anthony de Mello, Sadhana, a Way to God (via ophiraa)

[queenoflightningpoet]

How I wish I still loved like my mother

The endless smile and broken fingernail

Used to draw a heart in salt spilled

Next to a bubbling pot of longing

I wish I still loved at all

[lifeinpoetry]

“you have a panic attack because an abusive ex roommate master tenant landlord keeps showing up places I have a panic attack because I’m afraid of the party I’m afraid of the future I literally cannot stop freaking out & anxiety writing feels alright & anxiety fucking feels even better”

— — Andrea Abi-Karam, from Villainy

[evilwizard]

did you hear? there’s a new kind of orb. great year for wizards

[evilwizard]

i swear this one’s different it’s like the moon but much bigger and glowing with all sorts of sinister energies. we call it moon 2 and this one comes out during the day

[that-house]

Guys be careful moon 2’s demonic aura can cause Cancers and Tumors through prolonged exposure without a warding spell so make sure you apply your abjurations before using moon 2 to fire epic beam attacks

[sevenelevenprophet]

the Store

You are driving on a dark road. An unidentifiable Queen song trickles from the speakers in your car. Your headlights go out and when they come back on there is a gas station to your right. You don’t need to stop but you pull into the cracked parking lot.

You exit your car. Something sparkles at your feet. You crouch to pick it up. A small ring with a white daisy on it. The silver looks green and cheap but the daisy is pristine. It smells like the earth and growth after rain. You pocket the ring.

The only light for miles is the hazy glow of neon on the drooping 7/11 sign and the bright yellow light emanating from inside. You do not need to go inside. A crow caws as you open the door. The same Queen song is meandering around the store, louder in some moments than others. It’s looking for skittles on the floor.

To your left is the register where a purple shadow in a green polo stands at attention. A crow sits on their shoulder, glaring at you. You quickly move on. You do not need anything but you wander the aisles. The candy all looks so shiny you wonder if it’s real. You reach out a hand but think better of it. Don’t touch anything you aren’t going to buy. It’s quite rude. 

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[queenoflightningpoet]

Portrait of a Taco Bell Parking Lot at the Withching Hour (2020)

Don’t let them see you cry.

Sometimes you must scream to fill the hours with something you’ve made.

There is nothing like us on the market.

We are the only ones raging in the broken neon lights.

Find the small parts of me left intact and rip them to shreds.

You belong in my chest more than I do.

[rabbittmouth]

i.

IF THEY EVER PUT A HAND ON YOU I’LL KILL THEM.  I MIGHT EVEN ENJOY IT.

ii.

i have been weaving love for you and it looks like magnolias. sunflowers. carnations. i have been unburying love like stones in the fields. you are the tide. call you the city. call you an earthquake. call you after every inch of shoreline, all of california. a hallelujah for your throat. a sermon for your tongue. i am a haunted house and you are the haunting. a hunting dog. helen of troy. the whole month of august. i have never learned to beg but these hands would beg like dogs if you asked. this heart would be a hound in your name. i have been  building empires, the only way i know how  to love. call you a kingdom.  call you a reckoning.

iii.

I DON’T MEAN THAT AS A JOKE. I MEAN I’LL KILL THEM. WITH MY TEETH IF I HAVE TO.

[rabbittmouth]

i.

IF THEY EVER PUT A HAND ON YOU I’LL KILL THEM.  I MIGHT EVEN ENJOY IT.

ii.

i have been weaving love for you and it looks like magnolias. sunflowers. carnations. i have been unburying love like stones in the fields. you are the tide. call you the city. call you an earthquake. call you after every inch of shoreline, all of california. a hallelujah for your throat. a sermon for your tongue. i am a haunted house and you are the haunting. a hunting dog. helen of troy. the whole month of august. i have never learned to beg but these hands would beg like dogs if you asked. this heart would be a hound in your name. i have been  building empires, the only way i know how  to love. call you a kingdom.  call you a reckoning.

iii.

I DON’T MEAN THAT AS A JOKE. I MEAN I’LL KILL THEM. WITH MY TEETH IF I HAVE TO.

[weltenwellen]

Hadara Bar-Nadav, from “Ventriloquist”

[anonymous-hoper-deactivated2024]

- amy m.

[queenoflightningpoet]

I stand away from you. The air between us reminds me of a museum, stuff and untouched. You are framed so perfectly in this light. I want to stand here and watch you forever. Don’t turn the lights off. Don’t lock the doors. Please let me see you. You’re all I have left.

[queenoflightningpoet]

HI i just followed because i saw you're a poetry account AND you're ace!! idk but its really uplifting to see other aces that arent scared of putting that in their bios. from another fellow ace, happy new year! i hope you have a great day whenever you read this :)

Oh my god I just saw this I’m sorry I love you thank you for following and YOU have a great day as well!!

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Athan Anagnostopoulos, from “Maria Nephele: A Poem In Two,”

[ragsofthesun]

“you keep the car on while you’re waiting out front// you buy me orange juice” romance, literally romance

[ragsofthesun]

400 Lux so perfectly encapsulates the feeling of companionship born from boredom and how sometimes you love someone in a quiet n comfortable way but there’s this like…. atmosphere of sadness and anxiety abt the future that you don’t address n you’re both escaping

[etherealacademia]

my poem from when i cut up a book of late victorian plays.

[nuvi]

Trauma Heartbreak photo-text series (2016) - Bibi Agu