#ttpdpoetryweek

[aliiaart]

oh we must stop meeting like this

[charlotte-is-a-swiftie]

Little lyric drawing I did ⛲️🪴

@taylorswift @taylornation

[ttpdpoetryweek]

TTPD Poetry Week!!!

masterlist! hey swifties! for the weeks leading up to ttpd, we have decided to arrange a taylor swift poetry week, where every week you may write a poem based on a random song from taylor's discography. Poems can be interpretations from the song, or experiences with the song that have impacted you or anything else about the song! Be creative! Have fun with it! Participants should post poems to the tag #ttpdpoetryweek every friday night and after accomplishing the assigned song poem for the week, you are of course free to write poems of songs of your choice! The random song will be posted every monday at 9 AM EST! We will try our best to reblog every poem written to @ttpdpoetryweek, so you may also tag that account <3 Feel free to ask any questions to @ttpdpoetryweek or @timeless-pdf! We hope you have fun with this event! week 1 poems!

-crediting : @torturedpoetsalchemy (WHY CANT I TAG U) for the original idea and @the-tortured-artists-department for helping me manage this and giving me several ideas! (and also @anervousmirrorball for being the first domino that kickstarted this plan <3 ily this wouldnt have happened without u)

[veinsglisten]

I Look in People’s Windows

Peter and cardigan are from Wendy’s perspective.

I Look in People’s Windows is from Peter’s perspective.

“North bound I got carried away

As you boarded your train south”

Peter stays in Neverland while Wendy chooses to leave.

The train imagery echoes Wendy’s perspective in cardigan:

“Cause I knew you

Steppin’ on the last train

Marked me like a bloodstain”

“A feather taken by the wind blowing

I’m afflicted by the not knowing”

Peter lives in a carefree way in Neverland, oblivious to Wendy’s whereabouts in the real world.

So when he finally returns to the real world,

he looks in people’s windows in search of Wendy.

Peter is “addicted to the ‘if only’” and “[haunts] all of [Wendy’s] what-ifs”.

Young Peter sees adults having “their friends over to drink nice wine”, hoping grown-up Wendy will look up and meet his eyes one more time.

But little does he know,

she has stopped and tilted her head,

she has stopped waiting for him.

He “tried to change the ending”

but “Peter losing Wendy” has become an inevitable truth.

With the use of the train imagery in the beginning, the poem can be interpreted as

Peter being on board a train and watching the houses pass by,

“attending Christmas parties from outside”,

in search of Wendy’s warmth

but it’s no longer there

because she thinks Peter is “lost to the lost boys chapter of [his] life”.

Sadly, “the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light”.

[lxvenderjewel]

my boy only breaks his favorite toys @ttpdpoetryweek

lucifer was god’s favorite he only followed his nature to question, to be curious for that, he fell

and i was your favorite you followed your nature to tell, to be helpful for that, i fell

and you were my favorite i rejected my nature to hate, to be vengeful why does it still feel like i fell?

[butdxddyilovehim]

Guilty as Sin?

am i guilty as sin, guilty as charged if i learn to shut down, to know who you are with no way to escape am i your willing friend?

we are first-second-third, what i deserve cut the middle-man out, now i'm built to serve if i do what you want can you give me my end

spirit away, another's mistake it was never my choice, take me again if i swear loyalty, please promise me back my place

learning to play the cowardly way despise courteous feet, twisting away there's the sting of your hand, still have your brand on my face

smile too fond, beach and bleach-blond if i give in to this, hard to resist he might make me complete, brushing the teeth from my throat

another home, dust, open roads if i'm learning to love, learning to cope will you forgive me when i now and then let you go?

[gaveyouigaveyoui]

TTPD Poetry Week 1: Castles Crumbling

Castles Crumbling (Jen’s Version)

Can you hear it now?

As we stand here, breathing in the rubble

Save me, hold me close

They’ve changed, screaming hate we’ve never known

Let down, I let them down.

Each face I see transforms my heart to dust

Save me from myself, won’t you?

Can you hear it now?

Remind me of the bells that once tolled. 

Undo these mistakes, hold my hand as we try to heal. 

My darkness, my light, my choices are bare to them all.

Brave this with me, won’t you? 

Look at the sky, can you see the stars? 

I know we can fight this, even as it crashes down around us. 

Never give up.

Give only more. 

@ttpdpoetryweek

[ghostgardn]

GODDAMNIT TAYLOR YOU'RE SICK (i’m in love with you and you're great babe)