an omen in bloom

༻❀⊱♱⊰❀༺ love in lowercase, carefully kept

[thirteenthpetal]

Secondhand Sweetness

In the hours of solitude spent

on these dampened sheets,

the phantom taste of you

lingers in my mouth.

A sweetness, mild,

resting on my tongue—

slipping away as I gasp,

chasing the ghost

of your breath

mingling with mine.

Couldn't sleep, tasted dragonfruit in my mouth for some reason, faded as quick as it came and I knew I had to write a poem about it 😛

[thirteenthpetal]

GRAPHITE

Would it be too much

to share your space?

Have you seen the way

I stare at your shadow

cast on the pavement?

Watching your reflection

in a moving car's side mirror?

Or how I hold my breath

and tune your voice

from the noise?

How my hand shakes

yearning to feel

the warmth of your bones

beneath my palm?

Or to kiss the graphite

off your fingertips?

To press my cheek

against the cool sweat

beading on your forehead?

. . . Too much?

Things have been sweet since I knew the feeling was mutual. Nothing was confessed loudly, we just knew we liked each other and our friends really wanna see us together. The thing is, we're taking our sweet ass time with it— nothing rushed or pressured, just existing with a heightened awareness of each other. And I'm fine with that :)

[drowsycoffee]

Obsolete Affection

What use is a gardener to a wild bloom?

Beautiful petals declaring its obsolescence

Resenting the flower’s vibrancy

Longing for the comfort of being depended on

Stagnant dance at the playhouse

Trapped within ingrown roles

Forgotten what it was to love beyond them

How could it exist if not serving?

Perhaps those were the first signs

Curdled affection poisoning the well

Little care left to give, little care received

It was for the best either way

Nothing good could be built on such rotten foundations

[thirteenthpetal]

MARGINALIA

When I’ve run the last lap

Of my mortality, save your tears.

Find me in lines of poetry,

The margins of old notebooks,

A sketch, unfinished.

When a newborn laughs,

The shallow pit dotting

Either corner of their lip—

Call it an angel’s kiss; just know

My innocence lives in its heart.

Someday you’ll meet

A girl, misunderstood.

Wise beyond her years—

Suspended like oil in water.

Fate will tell you it’s me.

I’ll look after you

As restful sleep,

If you look for me—

The sole star that twinkles

In the dark abyss.

Lowkey pulled this out of my ass /j. I wanted to write about reincarnation; this isn't what I planned to write, but it works!

[thirteenthpetal]

KEEP ME COMPANY

There were six.

Six heads, and

Tangled limbs, groping.

Six mouths—

Garbled taunts in each breath.

Parched.

Life pools from my failing vessel,

Still warm, almost soft.

Glistening— metallic violet

Under the torturous heat.

A mirage—

Graceless hands picked at

Skin, flesh, and bones.

Remnants of my youth

Buried under fingernails.

Friendship as consumption, a feeling I know too well. I was flipping through journal entries and found some from a low point in my life; the people I considered friends were super toxic. I'm pleased to say that I'm out of this situation, and hopefully won't get into another destructive cycle.

[thirteenthpetal]

I gotta say, you're cool

THANK YEWWW

[thirteenthpetal]

COMPOSITE

Dark waves and careful ringlets,

Tucked behind her shoulder

Like smoke curling from lit incense,

Still learning the shape of air.

A veil of lashes, fluttering

As her eyes hold quiet truths—

Fragmented philosophies from

The temple of her mind.

Lips pursed in thought,

She ponders.

The soft arch of her brow

Etched familiar—

She looks up at me,

Wearing your gaze—

A quiet reverence

Worth a thousand words.

can't talk rn, i'm too busy thinking of my hypothetical daughter

[thirteenthpetal]

first art post of the year, nothing special 💤

[thirteenthpetal]

HEARTH

May I ask of you To kindle the fire In my hearth?

To dig your stubbled chin Into my shoulder, watching Dirty dishes wiped down In a lather of citrus?

To trace the freckles On the back of my hand As I sing to you In the early hours of the morn?

To kiss me still, if you'd Tasted the tart of guava Along my teeth?

Love me true

Yet still tender

A promised warmth That never leaves.

No author's note, just domestic intimacy 🤤🤤 I knew I had to whip up a poem after I chewed the bitter skin of an almost-ripe guava and wondered if someone would still kiss me despite the lingering taste.

This is quite sensory-driven; I love sensory poetry, and you could expect it in my upcoming poems.

[thirteenthpetal]

ANTECHAMBER

The wind bellows, “go forth.”

One foot in front of the other

The salt tickles my throat,

The sand clings to my ankles,

And the sea begs me to stay

Damp footprints on the sidewalk

One foot in front of the other

The intersection was quiet,

The overpass watches, amused,

As the warm asphalt drove me away

Barefoot in an unfamiliar home, I tread

One foot in front of the other

The incense burns slowly,

The wallpaper begins to peel,

And the warm bed beckons me closer

One foot in front of—

My feet are sore,

But there it was.

A golden basin

A lotus in bloom

The water ripples,

Taking my shape—

though I stand still.

I was reading through the journal entries of dreams I had when I stumbled across this particular dream. Something about it was so liminal, I knew I had to write about it. I'm a vivid dreamer, which provides a great amount of poetry inspiration for me.

In this dream, I jogged through a beach, an intersection, and an ancestral home until I reached the mall. I made a beeline for the basement parking level, asked a security guard for directions to the washroom, and my dream ended once I spotted the golden lotus basin. That's basically it. I don't know the significance of this, but it's pretty damn interesting.

[thirteenthpetal]

HELD AT SHORE

Child of the sun,

The crabs peek from their burrows

As I listened to the ocean hum

What sounded like your name

Child of the sun, let me be

The blue of your ocean,

The pink clouds of your sunset,

Or the golden grains of sand

Stuck to your ankles

Child of the sun, can I be—

The salt in your hair,

The wetsuit that clings to your skin,

Or the sunscreen

Melting with your sweat?

Child of the sun, I pray

The sea won't love you with my intensity

In fear that it would cradle you in its waves

And drown you with its immense longing

Child of the sun—

I cling to these pages

Like an indecisive toddler,

Inked yearning in strings of text

All to your name

Child of the sun,

Will you love me now?

There was a boy I fell in love with, yet I didn't believe it until someone pointed it out. He was a surfer, quite popular among girls, but not to me; I was oblivious and grew enamoured with the radiant smile he shone on me. What we had was complicated - he already had a girlfriend, but there was a point when he started falling for me, too. I had to cut contact, of course, and the possibility of what we could've been haunts me to this day.

I was inspired by how deeply this affected me. The waves taunt me, as they've been closer to him than I ever have. The harsh rays of the sun could never mirror his smile. The pages of my journal belonged to him, and not me.

I am so cooked bruh

[thirteenthpetal]

RED

I was never one for

Strong bods—

I was never one for

Calloused hands

Wrapped around my throat

Until my cheeks blossomed red

I was never one for

Strong bods,

Until my gaze lingered

From the curve of your calf

To your thighs—

And the heart beating

Beneath your ample chest

I was never one for

Strong bods.

Yet I held your gaze,

And in your tender eyes

A giddy woman stares back at me

Held fast by burly arms

Cheeks blossoming red

"RED" is the second personal poem I've ever written. This poem is inspired by a dream. I have a preference for men with slender or average builds. I never found huge biceps or toned abs attractive; in fact, I feared them. I was scared of how easily they could break someone if they wanted to. Once, I dreamt that I was married to a well-built man, and it altered my brain chemistry. Suddenly, strength and gentleness could coexist. The second stanza is partially inspired by my perspective on a classmate. I’m not attracted to him romantically; his physique just amuses me.

[thirteenthpetal]

new person, same old mistakes

amirah here, back after another eventful year.

got into college, improved my art skills, listened to a bunch of video essays, got into a few fights (not physical huhuhu) - I've changed, so I tailored a new blog identity :D

I'll post art, poetry, and occasional sims 4 gameplay screenshots when I feel like it ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[thesevenumbrellas]

Reblog to put one of these in your mutuals’ pocket when they’re not looking

[thirteenthpetal]

yvonne wolfe!

cc: @gigglecoffin, @kijiko-sims, @pralinesims, @kashisun, @cazhan, @maonii-cat

[thirteenthpetal]

honey, wake up. amirah just posted an actual sims post

first time using cc! i made some sims with the sim story option and just tweaked some things :)

the first one is kenzie ashton, the second is dulce beverly, and they're fiancèès :3 i'll be posting more screenies of them soon!

[thirteenthpetal]

ok so some of you may know that my laptop was broken so i lost all my old sims and the screenies i had of them, like this old post is the only proof that they were once there. so i drew them to have another memory! :D (wip that i probably won't finish :,))

[thirteenthpetal]

2 new sims! haven blanco and reid oakley <3

they're already my fav :,)

cc creators: @okruee for hair, @poyopoyosim for haven's lips, @helgatisha for haven's moles, @kijiko-sims for their lashes, @spiderwhims's lover boy tee for reid, @whimp1337's hello kitty pjs, @kashisun for haven's nose, and @pralinesims' heaven eyes :)