poetry blog

posting my poetry on here: tw for gore, violence, death, abuse, manipulation, toxic relationships, atrocious poetry, and less than optimal parent-child relationships. my own poetry - do not repost without credits

[stardust-stains]

i'm posting my poetry on here because i'm going through a very messy platonic breakup and she is currently refusing to give back my poetry book. i can't trust her not to plagiarise, so although i wish that this was more on my own terms, it's just an attempt to ensure that she can't claim my work as her own. that being said, i hope you enjoy!

i intend to post all of my poems on here, and i'd like to just say that some of these poems were me desperately trying to fill a sort of quota (the more i wrote, the more my love was worth), so some of them are trash, nonsense, or both.

i'm currently tending more towards a stream of consciousness/train of thought style, but started off with sonnets and a lot of quatrains (four-line poems).

again, i hope you'll enjoy my poetry, and i hope that i'll be able to give a positive update on the situation soon

[pukicho]

The threads of fate bind us. I need 40 dollars

[pigswithwings]

but whatever i don't feel strongly about amatonormativity at all .

[pigswithwings]

i think it's bad that people of any age feel pressure to find a romantic partner. i think giggly "who's your crush" questions at age 9 are weird. i think young people getting into bad relationships because "it's what everyone does" is shit. i think that marriage should not be emphasised as the pinnacle of a relationship and frankly i think that marriage should not be expected at all from romantic relationships. i think that there needs to be more embracing of qprs and friendships and simply not getting a romantic partner. i think it's weird that half the time when you do something nice for someone people wonder if you're flirting. i think that people can and do care deeply about each other without needing to subscribe to the mainstream ideas of love. i think that there should be less of an emphasis on "love" in general. i think the idea of what is "romantic" versus "platonic" is different for everyone and therefore doesn't really have a use except to evoke vague ideas about social customs

[pigswithwings]

[pukicho]

you will never be Him!

That's fine. I just want to be me.

[occudo]

They wear suits, but they don't even know basic etiquette.

Based on @cowardsexual 's post of a very sleepy phm science team and Grace's teacher instincts

[stardust-stains]

If you were a monster,

I know what you'd be.

You'd be a siren

And swim in the sea.

You love the ocean,

And you love to sing.

Knowing that, how could you

Be any other thing?

But if you were a siren,

Then what would I be?

Maybe I'd be a sailor

And lure you to me.

[stardust-stains]

When we are apart,

My heart is stone;

Slow to beat, and slower

To feel.

When I see you,

My heart is molten;

Burning me up, and dripping

Down my ribs.

When you hug me,

My heart is glass;

Quick to cut, and quicker

To shatter.

When you smile at me,

My heart is helium;

Trying to escape and to

Show you everything.

[stardust-stains]

I said I walked

Into love with you.

Don't get me wrong, love,

That is true.

But if you always

Have your head down,

If you watch your steps

And not what's around,

You'll see each step you take.

But you might not see

Where your steps take you.

[stardust-stains]

I'm blind without my glasses,

And it seems you're blind with yours.

How else can you miss all these clues,

When they're marching four-by-four?

[stardust-stains]

Love is such an easy thing

To say when it's in ink.

But saying it out loud,

I just know I'd overthink.

[stardust-stains]

I made a deal with the devil, my love,

But I didn't take away your say.

No, the thing I sold my soul for, my love,

Was seeing you every day.

[stardust-stains]

I sit here at this small, wooden desk,

And think of what to say.

But you always leave me speechless,

Even if I saw you just earlier today.

[stardust-stains]

Your tears are not made of water,

They're diamonds, sharp enough to cut.

They slash my heart to ribbons,

And out of my eyes leaks blood.

[stardust-stains]

How do I love you?

Let me count the ways...

Oh, darling. You of all people should know,

Infinity's not something you count.

After all, it shines bright in your eyes,

A mountain with no mount.

[stardust-stains]

I'll make you a deal, my love.

I'll make a deal 'bout when I'll say.

I'll tell you that it's you

On your sixteenth birthday.

[stardust-stains]

You are an artwork, darling,

A sculpture encased in glass.

More perfect than anything I could create,

And definitely strong enough to last.

You are an artwork, darling,

So beautifully and carefully made.

I want to free you, and smash your casing,

But dare not, lest I cause you pain.

You are an artwork, darling.

The most exquisite carving.

[stardust-stains]

Your eyes, they look like fire, my love,

A fire too hot to touch.

But I take no note of the warnings, my love,

And laugh as I go up like a match.