#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)

[that-expat-girl]

I shutter the window against the light, bright as day, even at this late-night hour. Still, the full moon haunts my dreams, seeping in through the narrow cracks, a ghost that whispers of things forgotten.

[rhymesalot]

Well, Almost

We live on a sphere, well almost, surrounded by air, they the host. Warmed by a star, pulled by a moon. We’ve day and night, both come too soon. ~ We’ve loads of life but most unseen, covered in rock, water and green. There’s lots of smells, feelings and sounds. We’ve love and laughter, yet danger surrounds. ~ Failures abound, they’re always free. We’re fully exposed to freely see. We can be tasteful, and risk being eaten. We can be colorful but risk a bad beaten. ~ Lie, cheat and steal and then freely boast. We’ve the freedom to choose, well almost. We’ve still time to finish what we start. Well, almost there; war or art? ~*~ SCK011925

[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

[lazaruscorpse]

@tempellilja (because you know what this is)

handle me with care; don't return to sender. hold me tight; i won't break. cradle me close; like a love letter against your chest. use your strength to hold me; with my smudged writing and crooked stamp. hold me close; embrace me firmly. i'm a stained envelope with forgotten postage; i'm worth more than a stamp. leave your fingerprints on my skin; i'm no letter to forget.

[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.

[brokenart-jukebox]

I get rlly creative with these sometimes

[that-expat-girl]

Writemas Day 14

Just coming out of a migraine this week, so trying to get back into the swing of things. Thank you @agirlandherquill! Today's prompt (loosely interpreted): A wall of thorns

At home, the roses were a horizon, growing fragrant and bristling at all edges of her father's estate.

So when the boy hands her a bouquet of them -- a full dozen blood-red blossoms, stems untrimmed and ready to bite -- is it any surprise that Kahlii's smile is forced, that her thanks escapes through gritted teeth? But if the boy notices, there's no sign. He simply grins, showing bright pink gums, and promises to bring her more.

The roses crowd and bloom, collecting in the corners of her room like mould, spilling out of vases, windowsills.

She has always hated roses.

[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.