#almost poetry

[cop-graveyard]

[jollyreginaldrancher]

Jackie kills Shauna and Shauna kills Jackie

Taissa can't bear to look back and Van can't see a way to move forward. They drift apart leaving something in the middle.

Nat escapes through the drugs and Lottie hides inside herself, and Misty is hiding behind her masks, performative, a facsimile of an average girl, pushing people away with the same hand she beckons them

[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)

[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

[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.

[lazaruscorpse]

flowers are growing from a piece of fruit stuck in my throat; I've choked on the sweet crispness of white flesh and now it nourishes flowers instead of me

they spill out from my mouth like the greenery from a bouquet, enhancing my beauty with their contrast; I breathe around them with unease, for I do not wish to be beautiful

plucking them only brings me pain, their roots reaching down deep; I'm waiting for the sweetness of rot, for the fruit to disappear

flowers are growing from a piece of fruit stuck in my throat; I do not know what will happen to them when the fruit is gone

maybe I'll be happy, with no flowers digging into my lips and getting stuck between my teeth; maybe they'll feed on me instead

if only the flowers could burn without taking me with them

[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

[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.