#goddamn poetry

[magcraftsays]

AMA part 2: the poignant parts of jove arguing with the regulator entities trying to convince them they're people

[post-articulation]

Life Lessons

Don’t kick a gift horse

in the mouth when it’s canter

is the sound of greatness

to come.

You probably shouldn’t

break your arm in a door

to get a bit of time off so try

- please try - not to do it.

I don’t recommend trying

to displace me; my job here

is not done and I am more (am I more?)

than a master of none;

I brine in pickle juice

to keep myself young and the blood

of virginity is the course I drip-feed

you month after month.

Under no circumstances should I or you

disagree; our hips must melt

esoteric waves of motion (or hands

in gloves) or the universe, spinning.

[bleachgirl]

What would you describe your tumblr as to someone who has never been on your blog?

I'd say it's a museum to all the things I have loved and still do, a time capsule of my best moments and sometimes worst. It's the secret's and words I am too afraid to ever voice. It's my happy place, a place to escape when I feel I am drowning. A place where I don't have to explain myself or what I like without the fear of judgment. A place where I can make friends with people who understand me more as even though my blog is organized it is also the deepest part of my soul...you just have to go further back.

[post-articulation]

I can't write, can't write and I know that practise makes perfect but it's all shit, shit, shit. I put so much pressure on myself. In addition to this, I am fundamentally unemployable. First world problems.

[bakkhe]

ordered a medium margarita because I learned from my earlier-in-the-week mistake of getting a small. get a large. its as big as my face. ok.

hammered

[mirmontilyet]

EAT MY ENTIRE ASS, TROCHAIC PENTAMETER SESTINA

[doglessbone]

I’m a bottle rocket waiting to explode careening head first into a blurry vortex of uncharted destination I am young with a foolish heart I am reckless with a stiff grin I am drowning, voluntarily in a swimming hole of youthful angst welcoming the bittersweet nostalgia and cliché misconceptions of a hopeless modern love I’m a goddamn poet of my own beating heart and a cryptologist of a dead voice that’s not yet been deciphered I am waiting for my train to come and plaster me against the sunset I’m a fiery gunshot fracturing every last remaining decibel of sound on planet earth A masochistic pessimistic optimistic anarchist of moot revolt and swift chagrin I am a bastard once a bastard, always a bastard A stretched out canvas of rusty old scars with blood-red paint that never dries I’m a soldier of a misbegotten cause A dancer to the tune of an unchained melody A player on a graveyard stage A mask layers and layers of masks I am a teacher in a room of empty desks A captain on a sinking ship of gold I’m a wild dog howling at the moon shaking in the wind and running like the devil’s on my tail

[defectiveprocyonid]

can someone make a retsupurae song to the theme of amazing grace

"retsupurae/how sweet the spree/all of the comment fights/we all smiled wide with a new one to see/now we say dead to rights"