#a short poem(?) about my life

[decisions-at-3am]

I will never get used to How gently you treat me. As if I were fragile as glass, My existence lacking solidity.

[inabigworld]

i don’t desire mediocre love. i want a love that is so deep, i want someone to drown in me.

[poetrybynoone]

[herheartdisplayed]

I was always nothing

Too fat, too flat

Makeup not well-kept

An insecure mess with a smile

But to them I seemed steady

I only shake from the inside

So they continued to tell me how they felt

Now I track what I eat

I spend more time getting ready

But still I’m occasionally rocked

An insecure mess with a smile

They tell me I’m pretty

But in the end at what cost?

[kurtvonney19]

toothpaste

i sometimes brush my teeth so hard there’s blood when i spit

i still think there’s a “right way” to do things in life

but i still end up drawing blood

red mixed with cloudy white

an imperfection in cleanliness

[imfullofworms]

Today

was not a nice

day, then

I came home—

my cat's on

her cushion, all's

right with the

world.

stupid work... by me

[alchemizingdreams]

hills filled with fog as

leaves, autumnually crisped,

drift lazily; cutting their way

through and

landing in morning dew

C.A.

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Nostalgia & Rainbow Rocks

-

You can revisit the same paths

Yet the stones don't look the same;

The birds don't sing the same.

There is a storm looming overhead,

Where sunshine once was-

And as the sky opens up and kisses your skin with a few cool drops,

You carry the reminder that though you have walked these stone steps,

Time is not a merciful suitor.

And she lingered here after you.

What a bittersweet taste of fleeting light,

The hope on the horizon before it fell to earth.

I wonder, oftentimes,

If our laughter can be heard somewhere else in the universe.

As for now,

I hear the sprinkling of rain-

And other memories being made.

Somewhere, far off in the distance..

x

[star-critter]

Even the most tame of dogs are

threatened

manipulated

tortured

abused

neglected

and whether they like it or not....

Those "tame dogs" WILL go back to their wild roots

[asphodelpoetry]

i will make you villainous;

the same way i will make you a saint

[decisions-at-3am]

We met waiting for the train. And when it went astray, You asked if I'd seen it pass. I said I thought it was delayed.

Apparently that's all it took, To strike up a conversation. The world seems less lonely. What luck, I was at the station.

[wavebiders]

Thinking about how most of the time when you have the option to stay quiet during a companion quest you get approval for letting them handle it and sometimes even get disaproval for talking over them

And then with Shadowheart's quest speaking up with Viconia not only gives a +5(while *keep silent* gives nothing) but also if you don't do that she will look genuinely scared when Viconia asks you to hand her over

[poetrybynoone]

[thedomesticanthropologist]

June 2nd

Soft whirring and clicking fills the dust-stuffed, late afternoon sunbeam-illuminated study that exists only within myself.

Rolodex shifting, textured paper of my thoughts soaking in the sweat-damp of my fingertips until I am dry

Sorting stiff cards back and forth, some yellow-aged and others fresh-printed

Click. Click, whirr. Shift. Sigh.

Each label stamped so clearly, so deliberately in firm, confident black ink.

What to do. Why to do it.

Hobbies, projects, dreams, hopes, futures. Steps forward

Click, click, whirr. Shift. Sigh.

If only I could fumble my shifting, indecisive moves thoroughly enough to earn a paper cut

Maybe the stinging sharpness will spark some decision, blossoming red wetness staining a card,

Tempting me to pluck it and make a decision.

Click. Click. Click. Whirr.

Time passes.

I have made no choices.

Nothing happens.

Click, click, whirr.

Shift.

Sigh.

[leavemeslowly]

I drank melancholy and regret with my mother’s milk.

[mktgl]

i could've shown you all the pics

i've hidden in a special folder

for us to copy and repeat

while ghostly sun still shines over

i could've sworn that i forgot

how life without you ever looked

how water dripped down my cheek

at night with clutched pillow heat

i could've drowned in the sea

of ugly thoughts and all bad dreams

but now u came, i shall repeat

and thank all gods for remedy.

i could've thanked, I could've prayed

but things like that are substitutes 

because I can't remember how to say

those magic words 

     'i love you too'.