poetic mouth

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OKAY. Took this request as an excuse to draw fanart for fic written by one of my favorite irl ladies <3333. Although these can’t possibly match up to the actual complexity and imagery of the story, here are few vignettes inspired by scenes from Inking Indigo!

If any of you are fans of ML, I’d recommend reading all of her stories-!

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I’m empty.
I have run out of poetry.
There is nothing poetic left in these hands.
This mouth has nothing left that isn’t coarse
and harsh
and hard.
There are only so many things I can say and a limit on the ways to say them.
I’m empty.
Again.
—  ‘one current reality’ by A.J. Brodie

we are brave souls,
born of the earth,
born of the stars,
born of the flesh of the gods that we love.

mighty aries,
the ram with fierce horns,
quick temper,
and loving hands.

regal taurus,
the bull with broad shoulders,
quiet whispers,
and harsh strength.

wild gemini,
the twins with reckless behaviors,
happy eyes,
and inspiration for others.

solid cancer,
the crab with caressing claws,
safe atmosphere,
and capable mind.

lively leo,
the lion with loud roars,
radiant laughs,
and bright personality.

graceful virgo,
the virgin with pale skin,
ardent thoughts,
and dangerous beauty.

honorable libra,
the scales with equal righteousness,
keen eyes,
and devoted attention.

durable scorpio,
the scorpion with sharp stings,
fickle love,
and dependable support.

idealistic sagittarius,
the centaur with sure arrows,
poetic mouth,
and stable faith.

selfless capricorn,
the goat with fleeting hooves,
tender soothing,
and overwhelmed brain.

philosophical aquarius,
the water-bearer with earnest eyes,
elegant fingers,
and foolish forgiveness.

star-shooter pisces,
the fish with entwined tails,
high expectations,
and big heart.

we are the world oldest poets,
we are the bravery in shadows,
we are the new zodiacs.

—  zodiac identities; l.m. 
in another life, your poetic mouth is in love with my keen soul & we ask questions like children, eager to hear the things we already know: your lips against my throat, the warmth of your breath, your face that i still see even if we don’t turn the lights on. it’s certain that we are in love & we try our best to hold everything within our hands. you are just a few inches away from me and you kiss all the bruises, all the violet, red places, all the fears and uncertainties, you kiss everything in me and i give you everything, all of me.
to the underdogs of writing

You feel like a numbing sound in a sea full of poetic mouths,
sending out white noise just to get even so much as a quick glance.

You’ll knock yourself down a few more pegs and critique your owns words
and a sudden rush of frustration fills your bones and your inspiration,
your motivation to move mountains with a string of words suddenly fades

and you can’t even piece basic vocabulary together

but, you are never unheard.

The emotion that floods from your fingertips, seeps into the hearts that beat
to every curve you make and dotted I that you put into your writing.

Maybe you are no Hemingway, Plath, or Green, but you are one of a kind
and the universes you hold inside of your mind deserve to be seen.

The quality of your writing should never be based on how many comments
how many notes that are left for you 
nor is it based on your misplaced punctuation and messy handwriting.

It’s the passion and thought dripped into every sentence and paragraph
you molded on your own.

You are never unnoticed. 

Your words split seas and rattle solid grounds.

Your words hold more meaning than you’ll ever let yourself believe.

To the underdogs of writing,
you are everything.