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[literaryvein-reblogs]

Another List of "Beautiful" Words

to include in your next poem

Avidulous - somewhat greedy.

Breviloquent - marked by brevity of speech.

Compotation - a drinking or tippling together.

Crimpy - of weather; unpleasant; raw and cold.

Desiderium - an ardent desire or longing; especially, a feeling of loss or grief for something lost.

Dyspathy - lack of sympathy.

Ebriosity - habitual intoxication.

Epitasis - the part of a play developing the main action and leading to the catastrophe.

Fantod - a state of irritability and tension.

Graumangere - a great meal.

Grimoire - a magician's manual for invoking demons and the spirits of the dead.

Hiemal - of or relating to winter.

Illaudable - deserving no praise.

Impluvious - wet with rain.

Innominate - having no name; unnamed; also, “anonymous”.

Juberous - doubtful and hesitating.

Noctilucous - shining at night.

Poetaster - an inferior poet.

Psychrophilic - thriving at a relatively low temperature.

Quiddity - the essential nature or ultimate form of something: what makes something to be the type of thing that it is.

Repullulate - to bud or sprout again.

Retrogradation - a backward movement.

Semiustulate - half burnt or consumed by fire.

Tenebrific - causing gloom or darkness.

Unparadiz’d - brought from joy to miserie.

If any of these words make it into your next poem/story, please tag me. Or leave a link in the replies. I'd love to read them!

[urbantrapsoul]

Artwork from Pinterest

Attraction to me is performative

Wanting sex is natural

But sexual attraction to me

Is a loud cry out of desperation.

I wish I could see me through your eyes to understand my beauty

Although, I’d still believe it’s a lies.

I don’t find me enchanting outside

Of a view so ominous

I hate mirrors.

I hate the reflection of me.

I hate what you pretend to see, just so you could fuck me.

I hate the performance.

This black swan play

Where you pretend I’m a beauty

When I know I’m the ogre side of Fiona and you’re the overly desirable one.

Attraction to me is performative.

You can shower me with compliments and I will let it flow off me like a steady stream to make a lake of despair.

Call it Lake Vile.

Artwork from Pinterest.

I avoid my reflection just as much as I avoid rejection.

I don’t need painted compliments added to my collection.

Pretty girls who are insecure with confidence know that they are pretty.

I am a pretty girl with insecurities and I know that I am pretty.

Pretty funny, pretty uplifting, pretty on the sideline, pretty for your occasion but not pretty for bona fide attraction. I’m pretty convenient.

I am pretty for you to turn the lights off and build surface level connection.

I am pretty for YOU to camouflage our engagement as if it’s real.

VI • XXX • MMXXVI ✨ Beautiful

[urbantrapsoul]

Silence grew from the time I’ve known you.

It was the pixie flower.

No evil’s around but silence is our greatest battle.

I was nescient but the soil knew.

I was patient until I saw that flower bloom

And I realized how much time went by with me surviving without you

But I still can’t paint you in a new hue.

Although it’s quite evident that I’m nothing for your garden

Whatever seeds planted of me died off gracefully

And you forgot me,

Or is it that you lacked considerance.

I must’ve been easy to neglect.

It’s just another wound for the eldest daughter.

But, no worries I’ll patch it up.

I’m so easy to forget and neglect because everyone thinks I’m tough enough.

I’m meant to survive the rain and expected to be iridescent after the storm.

My aura changed.

When the noice returns, my rhythm picks up but I don’t think I will ever remain the same.

You didn’t hear the moans I cried in the silence.

I was nescient but the soil knew

My ancestors could whisper in the wind all they want to

There was nothing they could say that I’d hear without my own introspection

I had to see some shit.

The Silence✨VI • XXIX • MMXXVI 💘

[urbanblackroses]

If I was a crystal lake I’d still want you to see me for me, not the reflection of yourself that mirrors off my beauty and that allows you to project yourself into what you perceived from a glimpse of me.

I’d still want you to see me while seeing a reflection of you.

Don’t drown me out because of the physical presence that hues an illustration that you relate to.

When the wind blows and you hear me in its choir I still want to stand out like a siren in mystic attire.

I want you to see me beyond the flame in the fire.

I need you to see me beyond the aura you desire.

I need you to see me beyond the stereotype you’ve conspired.

I need you to see me so beyond the peripheral vision that lets your mind make unthoughtful decisions.

I need you to see me with precision.

If I was a crystal lake I’d still want you to see me for me, not the reflection of yourself that mirrors off my beauty.

I know myself and who I am doesn’t serve your assigned duties for me, it’s actually why I’m moody.

I’m flooding because you saw a reflection of your world in my physiques as if I’m not capable of submerging the city and still being just a reflection.

I echo your perceptions, swallow them whole and still dance with the wind but I’m no crystal lake and I’m not you.

Reflected ~ VI • V • MMXXVI ✨