#ao3 poetry

[fatelys]

Have I watched kpop demon hunters yet? no. did I still write poetry about it? yeah. heads up tho, spoilers for movie lol.

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[wordsofkore]

the way i imagine it is like this:

our clammy palms jointed together in a tight hold

with a soft swing as we stroll along the beach.

i tell you about my two left feet and you laugh,

and it feels like celestial church bells permeating the air around me

the way i imagine it is like this:

when months pass by and the walk into your room is second nature to me,

and i’m already wondering what the taste of your lips is like.

the shy laughter that once was, now replaced by knowing glances

and the anticipation of not knowing what will happen next is all too consuming

the way i imagine it is like this:

you’re unbraiding my hair, the soft brushes of your fingers sending shivers down my spine.

and i’m hoping that you know

i’m already yours, if you don’t. and i have been since the start.

the way i imagine it is like this:

when you meet me half way with your treacly kisses

it alters my world into something beautifully perplexing.

and the space between us is filled with words of sensuality and praise,

i tell you that you are much more than i wished for,

i don’t dare ask for more

but i’ll take anything you give me with grace.

and hold it to the crescent of my heart,

where i saved a spot for you.

the way i imagine it is like this:

when your eyes meet mine in a vehement gaze,

my mind is infiltrated with bottomless words of affection for you

and the more i swim into my poetry, the more i swim into you;

the dip of your waist and your feather-like touch against my cheek.

so i will write for you, my love

12.11.23

[soulofstarstungl]

If I Was Orpheus, And You Were Eurydice

Inspired by a post from @uncarnetmaisvirtuel that was all “RIP to Orpheus but I’m different”; Thanks for the Inspiration lmao

On AO3

If I was Orpheus, and You were Eurydice, I’d reach back to take your hand in mine. I wouldn’t look—I couldn’t look.

Your hand was so, so cold.

I’d sing you songs on the way up. You used to harmonize with me, But I guess you wouldn’t, Or couldn’t, So I sang my songs and, When they echoed back at me, I harmonized with myself.

I’d tell you of my travels through Hades, How I met Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, How her hair shines red and her skin Is a sunkissed brown, even in winter.

I’d tell you that I met Lord Hades, himself, How his gaze could cut steel, and I’d tell you That I was scared,

But a life without you was no life at all.

I’d sing you the song I sang when you died, And I’d have to promise you, promise Not to sing that way ever again.

I’d make new songs as we ascended, The paths lit by what looked like stars Overhead, but could not have been. None of the constellations were familiar.

What if they were stars? What if the Underworld had stars of its own, Placed there one by one by Lord Hades For Persephone, his Queen?

The way up was so long. I started to name the stars, Placing them in constellations and Writing my own little tales for them.

You said nothing, and Your hand in mine was so, so cold.

There was daylight ahead, finally. The River Styx was our only barrier To the Overworld, and Charon, with his stormy eyes, Let us pass.

We were out, but I didn’t let go of your hand For another few steps. You were warm again.

I breathed, Blinking in the sunset’s orange light. Behind me, I heard you inhale slowly. You exhaled. I turned.

If I was Orpheus, and You were Eurydice, I’d have your hands in mine, And I’d see your smile once more, And I’d be Breathless.

[wordsofkore]

into my moon

the sun was in my eyes when i looked at you

the one thing meant to show me truth, blinded me so bright

and like water to a burning flame you put out my light

but i still took you into my moon, let you lay in the crescent of my heart.

burrow deep into the cave of where i parted the darkest pieces of my piscean soul from the rest of the world.

i was not meant for you, that you knew.

12.06.23

[wordsofkore]

Cups

i don’t know how long i’ve been in the water for

minutes, hours, days, maybe weeks

my hair is tangled and my fingers are pruned

and yet, i still feel it’s too soon to leave

i’m drowning while standing, feeling the water

i embody it

in hopes that i can fill my own cup

i don’t know if i have found myself quite yet

11.26.23

[fatelys]

As part of @thecabinetofcreators I have posted an Arya Stark POV poem on our new AO3 account. In the future we'll also get to see what other group members think up, so I recommend following if you have an AO3 and can do so!

In the meantime, here's a link to the poem itself.

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