#almost poetry

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I’m going to make you find out that your old friend who you miss but stopped talking to and grew apart from years ago is wildly more successful than you and realize with sadness that you’re jealous rather than happy for her like you would have been in the old days

[scattered-starz]

I love like Odysseus loves Penelope

I love like my life depends on it (it feels like it does)

I cant love with limits

because when I love that's what I do

i become that

that's all i feel, i love more than I should

(this was originally an epic reference)

[a-vampire-moth]

Sweet Sweet red nectar

I indulge in my feast

Senses flooded, my hunger disapates

This some real good juice

[adrenalinespill]

it is october and i am no more of an artist than i wished i was

but i feel the gentle hum beneath my skin again and it is there

i am there too and i am here now and it nothing like i though it would be

but it is everything i wanted it to be and it trembles with potential

there is stardust woven through these freshly autumn days and it glitters

the night air is thick with it and vibrant red

something waits beneath the soil that crawls out with strung lights and radiators

it is warming itself by the bonfires to come and the ever present thrum of anticipation

and it waits waits waits and chews on neon and mars dust and the silver sparkle in clever knowing glances

there is music here in the distance

i am looking for someone who can hear it

[mx-typewriter]

If I could, I'd drive to the flower shop nearby my house and I'd pick up something that you'd like and then I'd go to the fields by your house and I'd call you up and ask you to come out and it's dark outside and this was stupid, but who the fuck cares.

If I could, I'd do that.

[imnotcrazyer]

If I could afford medical stuff

I would be quite the show

Both literally and figuratively

Cause I have so many show ideas

People need to understand that depression drowns people

Not in water or pain

But in exhaustion

Everyone I’ve meet who has depression doesn’t talk about the sads or the apathy(tho apathy sometimes)

They talk about how tired they are

How hard it is to get up in the morning

Sleep isn’t sleep anymore and sleeping for 10+ hrs is the only way to feel rested

You have no energy to do anything

So you just

Sink

[a-list-of-moods]

being my friend is like i love you dearly i would die for you i would kill for you i would weather every storm with you in my arms now i know it's 2 am but do you want to see this horrible meme i found and hear about my hyperfixations again

[that-expat-girl]

Another city, another cafe. Somehow, this is always how we end up -- a table strewn with crumbs and coffee cups, talking poetry over tipsy drinks and finding out how another thinks the world is tilted on its axis, making friends across borders, nations, the conversations flowing beyond our parting.

To travel is to see the world, but to travel well is to see it through another's eyes.

[mageisdistracted]

computer art bc my tablets broekn

[razedwrong]

I am taking a class called The Study Of Religion (the idea of religion in general) and my professor said something I had never been able to put into words regarding my feelings towards religion and God. She said

“No god can be all powerful and all good.”

That shook me up a bit.

[lazaruscorpse]

A grave is supposed to be the end So what does it mean for the future if I dig my way out?

There aren't any sequels to life

My role has been filled by someone else I used to know my lines but I haven't been given a new script

You're feeding me cues from behind the curtain that I'm expected to trust

Stand in the spotlight and remember how to act

Be our puppet and move with strings attached

Be a doll and don't improvise

You can't be the author of your own story You can't decide your own end The only option

is

to

go back

Go back to a role that's been written out

Go back

to

the

grave

[brokenart-jukebox]

I get rlly creative with these sometimes

[caffeinatedcutie3]

Putting this out there because I feel at least one of you might understand,

I really wanna smoke

I'm not a recovering addict and I've never smoked before but there's something about it

I know all the health risks and the awful cost but the familiarity is unmistakable

The... intimacy of smoking beside a complete stranger, asking for a light simply because you want to inch closer and huddle in next to them.

A sickening debilitating curse, and yet somehow so strangely beautiful, hidden beneath the amber glow of sparkling embers.

[useless-anxiety-cucumber]

in another life, I think I'd be an english major.

Somewhere, in the midst of parallel universes and timelines, there's a version of me who gets to write, and wonder, and dream.

There's a version of me who doesn't have to pretend. one who can wear waistcoats and boxers and ties.

Somewhere in the universe there's a version of me who doesn't have to hold on to the vestiges of who I once was. There's a version who can change, and make mistakes, and grow as a person.

There's a version who doesn't have to become a neurosurgeon, who doesn't have to go to stanford or harvard, who doesn't have to be the perfect daughter.

There's a me out in the universe who gets to wear tweed and sweater vests and look dorky as hell, but he doesn't care. They get to spend their days writing poetry, and debating philosophy, and teaching the next generation to dream. He gets to be transmasculine and nonbinary, and not care about what their parents think.

That universe, however, is not this one.

[adrenalinespill]

i’m seeing poetry lately on the billboards passing by

in the steam and in the music and in the look behind your eyes

i’ve been knee deep in wet cement for the better part of a year

with water up to my elbows and my brain leaking out my ears

my body’s full of holes and discolored confidence

but there’s rhythm in my words and a rhyme in every step

the futures never been less clear, the worlds never been more rotten

and i’ve never had more weeks fade into something i’ve forgotten

but there’s kindness there in every glance and every hidden thought

it’s a shameless dance, and a ruined one and quite frankly i forgot

how the world becomes a song when there’s something full of light

and it can never happen but for now everything feels right

so i’ll take the chords and string them out and hide them in my head

and hope that i can find a way to live myself to death

i’ll fill myself with smoke and rain and cherry juice and sun

and look forwards to the future because for now i still have one

because maybe things never get better, maybe they just change

maybe in eternity the only guarantee is that nothing stays the same

[mx-typewriter]

Damn you for not being who I thought you were and being perfect anyways.