liss1989

[liss1989]

how are we going to fix this?

[liss1989]

i want to meet myself from someone else's point of view

[liss1989]

Personal Blogs

I don't have a lot of followers (which I'm fine with), but to the ones I do have and who read my stuff, would you guys be open to me posting actual blogs every now and then? I really want to rant to people about things that I may be feeling or experiencing while also remaining anonymous. I won't post anything too crazy; I just like talking about life but more so to people who don't know who I am. I feel likes there is less pressure and judgement when being anonymous.

Also, if anybody wants someone to talk and rant to, my dms are always open. :)

[liss1989]

please respond

do people still comment on tumblr post? because I feel like i'm the only one commenting stuff..... is it weird now? I feel weird. AITA? lol.

okay well that's it for today, i've exceeded my daily limit for being active.

[liss1989]

SO ADORABLE!!!! EVERYBODY SHUSHHH UP!!!!!

I live laugh love kittens :-)

[liss1989]

Flightless Bird

Tore out my heart

Ravaged the whole of me

Left me trembled in the dark

A flightless bird is now all I'll ever be

Separated my body from my soul.

Changed my dreams.

Changed my face.

A woman or bird, I'll never truly know.

Tied to rusted, useless tracks.

As the ones I loved laughed behind my back

Starved me til i was barely faceless skin, then said I was fat.

Told me everything i ever was, is now everything i lack

What use is there for me now,

A flightless bird and lover scorned?

I can never truly leave the ground,

as my wings and heart are forevermore torn.

A flightless bird is me.

A useless creature is all I'll ever be.

My potentials now obsulete.

A useless creature is all I'll ever be.

[liss1989]

In my feels

How is it still possible to feel his touch on my waist even though his hands have long since disappeared?

My flesh feels as though tiny pricks are dancing across; stinging the surface where his delicate maimed fingers once rested.

The coarse spots on the tips of his fingers, undoubtedly indented by guitar strings, still feels familiar to me. The phantom of his touch is so familiar, so close that I’m practically breathing it in.

I feel it. I feel him. I feel everything.

The pattern my tears fell in after each fight, the cold breeze from every shut door, every bruise, every scar, every ache from laughing too hard, every lingering kiss, the way he used to run his soft hands through my hair, the shake of his chest beneath my head.... everything.

Whenever I think of our past, I feel as though I will be haunted by it for the rest of this lonely life.

[liss1989]

Moots!

Anybody seeing this 5sos fans? Currently listening to CALM while writing and studying so I thought I should ask.

If you are please follow! I would love more 5sos friends seeing as I have none Irl :-( If it's a needed to know basis I am 18 & female :-)

Also!!! did the deal where if you bought $100 worth of 5sos show merch, you would get the free 5 sauce's.... kind of scared ngl. hahaha.

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Untitled from Sep 3, 2021

Dispersed all in my soul,

are imperceptible scars.

from when you annexed my cosmos

and defiled my stars.

Why do i still feel you where my soul meets my aching bones?

How can the fire still glisten when i blew it out long ago?

How, even in the rain, the tempest, and the scintillating snow,

can i still feel the warmth of your lurid ghost?

No longer can i absolve my dreams

For when I wake, i wake to the phantom of your touch

I imagine only in death will i find peace.

And only then, will plain promises of life be enough

I beg, leave me alone, sheath your blade

Let me out of this fight.

I've already buried myself in this grave,

Let me out into the light.

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Don't forget me.

Don't forget me well beyond my last line,

Please don't forget me well beyond my last cry.

Lay my tethered soul,

Beneath the boughs

Of an old beautiful pine.

And for remaining years under its ageless limbs,

will you swiftly rest?

And listen out for the shake of the leaves

as you did for the shake of my breath?

I beg, protect my sheath from an ivy growth.

I plead; neglectful you cannot be of my sepulchral.

Please, pardon peace upon my soul,

And let it fill the cracks between my aching bones.

[liss1989]

Something I wrote a couple years ago..... 2021

Sleepless, distant, timeless

Absolutely gut wrenching

This feeling

You leave me with

How can I live now?

Body stuck to sinking ground.

Longing so late into a distant night,

As green eyes still mirror my mind.

The soul I once proudly claimed,

I feel it wearing thin behind my breast.

And as every timid pulse compels more pain,

Tragedy sets in, it's the sole feeling I have left.

As my nights grow more sleepless

I find the sun starting to return too soon.

Oh, I've never - cursed her - light like this.

Perishing under her pale noon.

How do I live now, oh how to ever live again?

Is it too unfair to ask who I am?

A lover scorned or a memory yet be lost.

A faithful solder who died at every cost?

Stranded vessel to the waves it seems

My bruised heart far gone.

My mind claimed by the sea of distrusting dreams,

I still feel for land, though I've been long tossed.

And as this misery grows to be timeless

I sit low in tow and allow for a ponder.

When will my screams stop crashing into silence?

When will this gallant fight be over?

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I don't even know

And as my soul drifts away

For the night

I see but a trace

Of my stolen mind

Before we touched

Who was I?

I cannot remember much.

But now only by your words, am I defined.

Before you, when my spirit was free.

How blue were my eyes?

Oceans upon oceans from what you could see

Now only sad lakes of my mind

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[liss1989]

just a lil something I wrote many moons ago. (3 months :D)

"GREAT DEVINE"

And I pray beyond the Great Devine

my soul can dance for yet another life.

I can confess my blues and sorrows to a lover,

and to which cruel secrets of my past refuse color.

There's got to be a laughter apt of echoing mine

as amorous mischief courses through familiar paled eyes.

While a tempestuous slate looms the air,

can this love be kind, gentle and fair?

Oh, I pray.

oh, I beg.

oh, I plead to the Great Devine.