#spilled poety

[florslunae]

𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑒

[danielleelizabethhh]

“She covers herself in black eyeliner and smokes her cigarettes in hope that someone will tell her she’s beautiful. “

d.n xx

[maxinewisewrites]

eyes water.

thoughts fade.

memories blur.

how could

someone

be capable

of such

sickened trauma?

don’t answer.

I am no longer

fond of answers.

I am no longer

my past self.

[mentalgarbagebin]

No. 1

What is it that draws me to you? Is it affection or familiarity? Fuck if I know the difference.

Do you think of me the way I think of you? Not every day, but in something you do? In a song, a movie, In the color blue? I can't count the times I've thought of you.

As subtle as your name on the back of a truck, As obvious as the way my sleeves tuck. The color pink? Of you, I think.

Are you my Great love? Or am I confused? I want you to be, but… is that what's true?

That's my problem, I fear. Paralyzed by indecision while the years tick by. Nothing gained, everything lost--left only to cry.

Yet, In between the melodies, in between the words, In between the tweeting of the birds, I examine my reality and can't explain the causality. I think of you.

I might be crazy. I…could be obsessed. But you're the only one I want complimenting my dress. This isn't even the first time I've written you a poem. One you'll never read. It doesn't help. But damn, do I feel deep.

-Ony (I think)

[lady-crimson-nosferatu]

[alexdelormepoetry]

There are languages inside of me of which I do not speak.

Alex Delorme

[gore-and-poets]

I know. I fucking know,

I know the scars on my ankles and hips and arms will never truly heal,

but maybe

just maybe

they will

even if they dont

ill let them bleed

forever.

[ultrawist]

Living Room

poem by me

[midnitetears]

Raindrops In The Night #152

Through tears that fall like raindrops in the night,

I struggle with a heart so heavy, a soul in plight.

I love you deeply, beyond measure or rhyme,

But the pain grew unbearable, overstepping time.

I reached out in silence, longing for your embrace,

Hoping you'd understand, see the hurt on my face.

Yet my words fell unheard, lost in the abyss,

Leaving me shattered, reeling from this miss.

Your words cut deep, a dagger to my core,

Accusing me of faults, leaving me wanting more.

I cried out in anguish, begging for your love,

Wishing for solace, a sign from above.

But as the days grew colder, the distance wider,

I knew I had to part ways, my emotions tighter.

It pained me to let you go,

But my spirit couldn't bear another unheeded cry.

Now I'm left alone, haunted by memories of the past,

Yearning for a love that was meant to last.

I still love you, despite the pain and sorrow,

Hoping against hope for a better tomorrow.

So if you ever feel the whisper of regret or care,

Know that I'm still here, my heart laid bare.

For all I needed was a sign, a gesture of your love,

To mend the broken pieces, to lift my soul above.

I may have walked away, but my love still remains,

A flame in the darkness, amidst heartaches and strains.

If you truly love me, put your ego aside and see,

That all I ever wanted was for you to love me.

Yours Faithfully🌻

[greyalaska7]

Love ripped me apart

Hanged me from a cross

But here I am

At the alter after hours

Bargaining with god

To bring you back to me

[florslunae]

𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑒

[danielleelizabethhh]

Six Years

Six years later

The sunrise glows through my glass painted windows

Six years later

I drive in my car with my windows

down as the wind is kissing my cheeks

Six years later

I’m singing the songs that reminds me

of my heart breaks

Six years later

I’m writing poetry about the ones who

left their imprints on my heart

Six year later

I’m alive

and sharing nothing but

love

with the world-

even though the darkness

was my

closest

friend

[mentalgarbagebin]

No. 3

Shame and relief, That’s what this is. To share my feelings in flowery words. Yet shroud myself in a cloak – like feathers on birds. Writing what I dare not speak. Sharing to feel complete – yet never seen. Does it help? I do not know. If I cannot stop typing. It may be so. Is it shit or is it gold? Tell me, friend, is it so?

-Ony (I think)

[tears-are-in-your-eyes]

Oh darling the world has gotten darker as your tears fall

[alexdelormepoetry]

I watched you

I cried

I laughed

I left

What's in my mind

When I left you behind

I don't know

Because I'm not yours

Because I'm simply mine

-

Alex Delorme

[diary-of-an-addict]

When you work in a space dedicated to helping people recover, there is this innate sense of loyalty for those who are currently struggling that you just don’t see in non-afflicted types.

A drive a fight to pull someone’s mind and soul from the depth of the hell their brain has them trapped in no matter the fight.

Then in some a sad turning point hits. as they get further and further from the pain and hopelessness that has directed the show of their lives for so long, you see a mental switch. It’s like the brain completely forgets oand looses the ability to empathize with the sick.

The fight for getting these people, their own people! becomes watered down a slow leak from a rusty sink.

. Part of a class of people who are medically acknowledged in the dsm5 then shunned by insurance and not recognized by society. And even their own people have lost the ability to show them empathy.

Symptoms brushed off or put into question. Reverted blame placed back on them for thoughts & behaviours that are actually insane, but it’s your own fault you should get help.

That’s what I’m trying to do!

Oh my my I didn’t mean here or really anywhere you see, we say we cover things like this but really what we mean is at home alone maybe on zoom.

when attempting to over come their disability, symptoms are twisted and shoved down their throats told they are their own fault if the existence isn’t questioned first.

This is a disease that many struggle with and majority of society even those who have never experienced it first hand have strong opinions on.

How do you know so much yet you know so little?

Why is my life not worth even a little?

shunned and mocked in public, locked away in jails, refused treatment coverage by insurance, then questioned when they still can’t get better.

The overdose death rate since 2021 has doubled the death rate of gun related violence and vehicle deaths combined. yet society continues to to treat those who suffer as leapers.

How do I live in a world where those who have walked this path have lost the care to fight.

We used to pride ourselves on walking back into hell and bringing people out with us.

You know for such a woke generation I think you may have slept through your alarm clock.

I often question why I entered this field and I know the answer is to help those like me but what do I do if nothing I can do is actually helping these people.

A good intention again taken by man and turned into a game created to do nothing but help him gain.

Profit off of our pain, that’s insane isn’t it? Big pharma is just the same.

Monopolies food and drug. Feed us poison to make us sick, take meds that only mask the illness wash rinse repeat.

If we got better then why do you need me. Maybe that’s the name of the game we don’t want you to get better because then we loose.

I guess it’s time to get out of the game.