#poetic writings

[the-fire-bubble]

I checked my voicemails today

One from the jail, an apology long overdue

One from the doctor, telling me an appointment to look forward to

Then my brother. My little brother,

mimicking the words of our toxic mother,

breaking my heart just a little further more than those guitar strings of long ago...

I hate having to screen his calls to protect my peace

Do you know the violence it took to remain this kind? This soft?

Do you know of the invisible civil wars that left Stripes of Pink

Battle scars no one sees?

The war cries belie my night terrors of getting shot in the back

Waking up, cold sweat, feeling like I'm still under attack, still fighting, still flying

still running from the reaper's house....

She robbed me of my childhood and blamed me for taking hers

then stole any chance I had at a healthy relationship with my little

siblings, like some cheap pantomime of a 1950's stripe wearing burglar but with the speed of a hummingbird's wings flapping in the wind

My breath catches on his words,

Her words, really....

I cry at the injustice of being robbed of my own family.

[sleeplessv0id]

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

[flowrrs4u]

I am good. I am loved.

[peaceishim]

[janacademia]

a melt into each other type of love

[jaggedjawjosh]

[lenainwonderland]

- Vladimir Nabokov

[m00wd]

Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.

—Brain

[enesl]

Be with someone who makes you happy.

[sensitivesublime]

[the-fire-bubble]

I hoped for a hate crime

I hoped you died in a hate crime

During an election year, in a town that once was

A sundown town....

I had hoped it was a hate crime.

I had hoped to catch tea with you.

I had hoped that you always found the adventure you were looking for.

I had hoped you died at the hands of a drunk driver.

Some douchey good ol' boy, hitting your car and running you off the road.

I had even considered you being a drunk driver....

But nothing could have prepared me for that word:

Suicide.

I don't know exactly how.

I don't envy your roommate finding you,

Pulse less.

You who would suck the marrow out of life

Every single day?!?

You who would seize every moment with life,

With love,

With chaos,

With mischief,

With warmth.

I had hoped we would reconnect,

And now these hopes die with you.

Buried next to you like your dog and other lover...

May you find the adventures you seek

in the next realm.

Until we meet again, honey....

[fictionalaffection]

the intimacy of being understood.

[existingillusion]

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[flowrrs4u]

and it's so deserving

[woundsoflove]

If they ask you about me, tell them “She was the only girl who loved me with honesty, and I broke her.” ― Shahrazad al-Khalij

[lenainwonderland]

- Sylvia Plath