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new chapter featuring William Wordsworth !!!

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JOHN AND LILLY'S POETRY CORNER !!! ๐ก ๐ ๐
new chapter featuring William Wordsworth !!!

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cough cough so what if you inspired me to write poetry for the first time in four months cough? sneeze? ansbsmsbdksbs?
FUUUUUCK YESSSSSSSSS ADD IT TO THE TALLY, BOYS !!!! WE GOT ANOTHER ONE !!!!!!
HEHEHEHE i hope you enjoyed writing !! AND I HOPE I GET TO SEE IT SOON !!!! ๐๐๐
(once again, @teatimetravels-art art credit !!)
Hello! Literally just finished chapter 3 of the poetry corner and here i am already wanting to recommend something ๐. Anyway, keeping with the kinda tma theme with melodies and spiders, this poem always put me in mind of The Vast- especially the last line. Looking forward to John and Lilly analysing more peoples poems! (Especially ones ppl write themselves as thats rlly cool) :3
Storm on the Island by Seamus Heaney
We are prepared: we build our houses squat, Sink walls in rock and roof them with good slate. This wizened earth has never troubled us With hay, so, as you see, there are no stacks Or stooks that can be lost. Nor are there trees Which might prove company when it blows full Blast: you know what i mean โ leaves and branches Can raise a tragic chorus in a gale So that you listen to the thing you fear Forgetting that it pummels your house too. But there are no trees, no natural shelter. You might think that the sea is company, Exploding comfortably down on the cliffs, But no: when it begins, the flung spray hits The very windows, spits like a tame cat Turned savage. We just sit tight while wind dives And strafes invisibly. Space is a salvo, We are bombarded by the empty air. Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear.
HEHEHE fun stuff in this one !!!
here you go !!!!
Who has the most work out of all of them?
They all think they have the most work lol.
Hey Cuphead, can you give me five dollars? I'll give you five dollars for them.
~Floppy Anon
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so, uh.
yes promises, apparently
Gonna let it sit a bit to make sure I dont want to add more, but soon! >:)
My sister says Hi btw
YESSSSSSS I DID IT !!!! I DID IT !!!!! I GOT SOMEBODY TO WRITE POETRY BC OF THIS SILLY FIC !!!!! THAT WAS MY GOAL !!!!!
alright pack it up everybody we're done, we're good, go home, close up the fic ๐๐๐
hehehe just kidding BUT IM SO EXCITED TO READ IT !!!! and i know lilly is too ๐๐๐
and hi truly !!!!! ๐
(and thanks to @teatimetravels-art for my personal trophy art !!!!)
-FISHING TRIP-
the water skips past like sparks of candy floss and dissipates into frothy bubbles chasing us as if we were its last companion
the worms writhe, trapped in a mockery of their sweet damp home, and anguish their every sacrifice to the scaled creatures below
the bird swoons and sings, dancing around the post his lover sits on and urges her to join in his jubilant celebration of spring
the metallic fish lays above the waves, grieving its life before its terrible end. perhaps as a child's first love, or caught by sharp metal and thrown back for its spots
By @jo1sstuff on Tumblr
[author's notes bc why not ig:
Critizism is very welcome! Poetry isn't exactly my thing anyways, so who cares if it's not perfect or if one person (you) doesn't particularly care for it, there are so many different styles of poetry after all! Also, I'll never improve if I dont ask for feedback on both positive and negative ends. This is also an older poem of mine, so who really cares? I dont!
Info on what each stanza is about if it's not clear enough for you ahead, feel free to ignore for John interpretation purposes!
The first stanza was my thoughts about the wake the boat was making, the second was about the worms on our hooks, the third was about some birds I saw at the dock, and the fourth was about a dead goldfish in the water. Sorry about that last one Lilly!
Why are these notes longer than the poem...]
ohohoho. i had fuuuuuun with this >:)
here's the chapter !
what do you mean To Live Two Lives is the sequel. Thereโs a first book????? bro what.
(YIPPEE MORE FIC TO READ IM SO EXCITED!! I LOVED TLTL SO MUCH EVEN WITHOUT PROPER CONTEXT!!!!!)
OMGGGG !! bruh you have SO MUCH TO READ hahahah โจ๏ธโจ๏ธโจ๏ธ
For What You Are is part 1 of the bartender au !!! go read it now !!!
(good to know TLTL works as a stand alone tho !)
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