poet of the cool

The room glowed in rays of honey, and as I woke up, I realized that I wasn`t alone. To be precise, we were three in that bed. One of them was the most beautiful woman I`ve ever seen, the other one had a nice back. 
So, walk of shame or forgotten joy? Anyways, the three of us weren`t alone. What was this? The livingroom, in which I found myself standing, was filled with candles, at least without fire. A cauldron? In the middle of the room? And what was this, herbs, crystals and strange symbols in a big circle around it? 

Wait, what did you say?
If I did run away as fast as I could?
You`re kidding me, right? This is the most exciting thing ever happened to me! 

So, I stayed and waited to see what this was all about. 

“Morning regrets” - an Inkstay Prompt. 

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.
Poetry Rounduuuup

April is National Poetry Month
A time to exalt in sweet words
Tumblr’s got poets straight out the wazoo
So here’s some cool links for you nerds

Originally posted by uutpoetry

Uut Poetry (@uutpoetry)

Uut Poetry is a…magazine? Of surrealist poetry. It’s really nicely curated and designed and you’ll get the whole deal if you read the manifesto-esque about page.

The Academy of American Poets (@poetsorg)

This is the official blog of The Academy of American Poets. Nice lil’ images with lines from all sorts of poets. Good follow for the casual appreciator.

Originally posted by langleav

Lang Leav (@langleav)

Lang Leav is an OG Tumblr poet and she has a book now. So.

Forgetlings (@forgetlings​)

This is Daniel Stephensen, who posts his own poetry, other people’s poetry, some things that aren’t poetry, etc.

Originally posted by jamesandrewcrosby

James Andrew Crosby (@jamesandrewcrosby​)

For fans of poems written on things. Visual poems, if you will. Voems? No—just Visual Poems.


Maya Angelou (April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014) 

American poet, memoirist, and civil rights activist. (Wikipedia)

From our stacks: Dust jacket front and back from Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water ‘fore I Diiie. The Poetry of Maya Angelou. New York: Random House, 1971.


The Get Down meme[2/10] scenes  
↳ “Um… I wrote a speech. But who’s got time for all that, right? So, I’m gonna just riff this. The super cool Persian poet Rumi once wrote: “Where there’s ruin, there’s hope for a treasure.” Now, the other day, I was up on 183rd, and this rich lady called it “taki”, man. But I talked to my man Tracy from 168th and he said: “Listen for the voice of the ghetto. ‘Cause it crashes down on you when you least expect it.””

Maybe in the beginning our lives just didn’t make sense together.“

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe we met at the wrong time, where our minds weren’t on the same page and our hearts were looking for other things.”

“Do you think now is a good time?”

“Yeah, it’s perfect.”

—  from a book I might write by @jwfeelings

If every decision we make or don’t make leads to a parallel universe, it satisfies me to know that there are a few where I haven’t met you and haven’t forgotten how a whole heart beats.

Theory of multiverse comforts me because it means I have made every possible decision and am living a life of every possible alternative in front of me.

There’s a universe where I am happy and there’s another one where I am dead.

How scientific is my understanding or even the existence of multiverse, I don’t know or care about.

See that’s where being a writer comes into play, I can use all the material out there and it doesn’t even have to be real.

Am I real?
It’s been a while since I’ve ceased to feel so.

Sometimes I have to remind myself that I am more than the words I type.
That I can move and run and jump and kiss.
That I can keep aside my book and step outside my room to interact with people rather than the voices in my head.

I don’t feel motivated enough to do so now. I don’t feel strong enough to live a ‘real’ life right now.

But it’s okay, because in another universe, I already am.


which means it’s time to eat welshcakes, sing songs about saucepans, stand in a circle and slap your knees, pin leeks to your clothes, try desperately to remember the parts of your heritage that weren’t erased by centuries of anglocentric history, and watch someone be crowned the poet king on a wooden chair while a druid does sick sword tricks over their head

Dydd Gŵyl Dewi hapus, pawb!!!!!

A legend, which is very very old
talks about a mysterious pot of gold
and a leprechaun hammering on a shoe
who will reveal the whereabouts with a clue
but I wonder why the gold he has yet not sold. 

RPG Idea

AU where bard colleges are basically fantasy modern colleges. Form a party of bards who went to college together and decided to go adventuring to defeat capitalism