To : @houseki-no-shitposts
From : @forestandgalaxy - Phos, Colorful Grass, and Butterflies, for @houseki-no-shitposts
Hush
@forestandgalaxy for @poeticstories‘ Secret Santa (Sorry it’s late. I didn’t get the info until today)
Hush, little baby.
Don’t say a word.
Papa’s gonna get you a mockingbird.
Hush, little child.
Don’t make a sound.
Uncle’s gonna fix your dressing gown.
Hush, little girlie.
Don’t make a peep.
Grandpa’s gonna help you sleep.
I enjoyed how the poem started with the lullaby and changed into something different…
To: @forestandgalaxy
From: @angeldrow - Padpara and Bort for @forestandgalaxy !! Couldn’t decide 🤘
I love how you used just the black and red!
Winter-Hearted
Winter has a
heart like cupped hands.
Clear-veined,
bowl-shaped.
She carefully collects treasures:
the thin ice at the edges of puddles,
winter-thick icicles, and
creek water, cold.
She adds in
sleeping acorns,
layered on top of
Christmas lights,
sunlight flowing through purple, green.
-for @lilithnoah
Gotham, Christmas Eve
No one says, you should move to Gotham.
No one says, you’ll love it here.
The humans who slink through my apartments, offices, alleys–
they live in my metal bones,
my skyscraper spine.
They live in
my landscape
of billboards and orange sky.
It’s Christmas Eve in Gotham:
snow slush mixed
with grainy blue road salt,
bright olive green
ornaments the size
of humans heads
on the Christmas tree downtown,
upset customers
under signs advertising “The Magic of Christmas!”
But also:
Babs rests on the couch
at Wayne Manor,
letting the holiday party cycle around her in slow loops,
lit by light and shadow.
Cassandra decorates a cookie with
miniature chocolate chips.
Kate and Renee’s shoulders touch as
Kate lights
a silver, curving menorah.
Clark flies the star to the top
of the tree.
Diana tells her third battle story, gesturing,
His army was endless, but it didn’t matter.
Of course I won.
J’onn pulls another set of brownies from the oven.
Damien hangs candy canes on the tree,
fitting them between ornaments.
To the side of the fireplace,
Bruce says to Gordon, I’m hoping next year in Gotham will
be better than this one.
I think it could be, says Gordon.
I think it could be.
I think
it could be.
@dcmarvelbingobang, Prompt: Christmas Party
“New Year’s Dream” for @pooryorickdraw as part of @pacrimholidayswap
Based on the prompt: hot drinks, sunrise, favorite music
Have an amazing 2018!
I’m reblogging a post from each month of 2018! Here’s January:
I got so sick of the cheesy Christmas playlist at work so I snuck in a version of All I Want For Christmas Is You where half way through the vocals change to Welcome To The Black Parade
Watching the customers slow down and squint in confusion is giving me life.
This is the song
Tea what the fuck I’m howling oh my god
I love you guys omf