#pf_paintings

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The Moon is Melting Over Me

The moon is melting over me

Their tears are running slow

Their liquid light is pooling

In the cracks between my bones

Kaleidoscopic colors

Cool the air inside my lungs

As the sweetness of the moonlight

Melts the thoughts behind my tongue

As I let them mold my fate

Into a shape they feel is fitting

Are they keeping me alive

Or are they keeping me from living?

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Campfire

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Okay so I don't know much about painting (or taking pictures of paintings...), but I had to get an IV a couple weeks ago and it was really bad and I honestly think I had some kind of shutdown/meltdown that I couldn't find any way to explain (it's literally just an IV...). So I painted this when I got home and I'm honestly really proud of it because I genuinely feel like it captures the feeling better than anything I could put into words.

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I don't really have a good way to get photos I'm happy with atm but I wanted to share this set of paintings I did a couple months back during a particularly rough time for my mental health

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Hello! I'm a queer transfem with a love for wordplay and writing and building and breaking and singing and screaming and coding and making!

You can check the tags on this post to find my poetry, art, and writing 💕.

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Just a pinch

Under skin

Grit your teeth and let it in

Watch the light that melts your eyes

Twitch and shake and hold it in

Watch the world fade to red

Feel the fury of the dead

Feel the fear that grips the dying

Tell yourself it's in your head

Watch the doctor watch you

As you shake for twenty minutes

'Till you finally ask for water

Through a barely teary grimace

Hear them ask if you're okay

Force a smile and nod and say

"Fuck I hate IVs"

Okay so I don't know much about painting (or taking pictures of paintings...), but I had to get an IV a couple weeks ago and it was really bad and I honestly think I had some kind of shutdown/meltdown that I couldn't find any way to explain (it's literally just an IV...). So I painted this when I got home and I'm honestly really proud of it because I genuinely feel like it captures the feeling better than anything I could put into words.

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What lights your life?

Is it the night?

The moonlight and the lightning?

Is it dim till dawn comes in

To wash it all away?

Is it the day?

So broad and bright?

The black hole sun

To eat the night

And swallow up the stars with all her glory?

Is it the flame?

Built in the wood?

To fight the dark

And light the good

And keep you warm and safe and calm

'Till you run out of firewood?

Campfire

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I did this next one shortly after - it's called skylight. It's kinda the feeling of the waiting room afterwards (which didn't actually have any kinda skylight). I think the best way I can describe it is the feeling of being separate from the space in which you feel comfortable, but still being somewhere you know is safe and taking some solace in that.

Okay so I don't know much about painting (or taking pictures of paintings...), but I had to get an IV a couple weeks ago and it was really bad and I honestly think I had some kind of shutdown/meltdown that I couldn't find any way to explain (it's literally just an IV...). So I painted this when I got home and I'm honestly really proud of it because I genuinely feel like it captures the feeling better than anything I could put into words.

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This is a painting & poem I made about feeling disconnected from reality and dissociating to cope with stress and anxiety. If you like it, feel free to share!

p.s. Thanks @ceo-of-lesbians for the painting playlist! Everyone go listen to Prophetic Nightmares!! 🎧🎶

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The Moon is Melting Over Me

The moon is melting over me

Their tears are running slow

Their liquid light is pooling

In the cracks between my bones

Kaleidoscopic colors

Cool the air inside my lungs

As the sweetness of the moonlight

Melts the thoughts behind my tongue

As I let them mold my fate

Into a shape they feel is fitting

Are they keeping me alive

Or are they keeping me from living?

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Okay so I don't know much about painting (or taking pictures of paintings...), but I had to get an IV a couple weeks ago and it was really bad and I honestly think I had some kind of shutdown/meltdown that I couldn't find any way to explain (it's literally just an IV...). So I painted this when I got home and I'm honestly really proud of it because I genuinely feel like it captures the feeling better than anything I could put into words.