Ode to Tumblr
Nothing tastes as good as truth feels,
and truth is, I’m a little bit weird.
Like Tumblr at midnight, still spinning,
still serving the forgotten, the feared.
Me too, scrolled for “skinny” salvation,
a shrine of shadows in pixel light…
but taste, not bone, brings liberation;
I choose flavour over fading to white.
A misfit, a whisper outside the crowd,
not quite this, not fully that.
Somewhat a post left unliked, unbowed,
but still there, strange and intact.
We’re all a little Tumblr in disguise,
never quite lost.
Just misfiled under words like wise.
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About this Poem
Ode to Tumblr is a poem for the misfits; the ones who searched for meaning in tags and GIFs, who built altars out of aesthetics and confessionals at 3AM. It revisits the digital haunt of Tumblr not as a platform, but as a metaphor for identity, self-acceptance, and quiet rebellion. Weaving together themes of body image, belonging, and the bittersweet pull of nostalgia, the poem reclaims weirdness and celebrates survival in spaces that never demanded perfection, only presence.
