#spilledinprose

[wholeheartedwords]

[raychelreimer-blog]

I took a nap on your shoulder And woke up wondering, If all my favourite feelings are right here, Why must I go back out into the real world?

I didn’t see you for a while and I forgot how your kisses felt on my kisses, Like you were the one who taught me how Or I was the one who taught you, And other little unimportant thoughts like that

I want you to see me naked, I don’t even know why, I just do I want to give you everything and I guess The more raw I am, the more raw you’ll be And the more you won’t want me to leave this bed Ever again

In this room with you, I’m thinking Of one hundred thousand things That all come out, without a word But a hit of the snooze button - "Just five more minutes…"

“in this room with you” // rr.

[100tides]

"100 Tides": A Healing Project // by: RR

[winterinjun-blog]

Petty Shit

Have you ever run your fingertips through Beauty's hair and realized that although she appears warm, her scalp is colder than a rainy day's windowpanes? Have you ever looked into the starlight of her eyes and lied to her, saying that she's only as beautiful as the flesh and blood that make up her body and the real important stuff in her guts is for naught. Have you ever, have you ever, have you ever?

I have. It hurt me more than it hurt her.

[wholeheartedwords]

[wholeheartedwords]

POEM

Hey, mechanic Teach me how to operate this machine I was assembled with faulty bits, Hand-me-downs from my ancestors, Some good, like these blue eyes, Mixed with a little bit of PTSD, Unexplained anxiety and a good sense of humour, A heart that keeps beating even when I tell it to stop, Nails that I bite to their death and this weird pain in my neck that I can’t seem to crack out just right

I was constructed with hair that’s always tangled, A crooked smile and a squeaky laugh that’s deadly if you like me And deadly if you don’t I think my mouth was made a little too big, Both literally and figuratively, I keep getting in trouble and I don’t how to shut myself up

Hey, mechanic Could you help me figure this out? I keep falling into the same trap I want to tell them who I am but This thing is so god damn complicated

rr

[wholeheartedwords]

POEM

​Call me a little vain, but I find myself with my reflection again I have three freckles that frame my face in an acute triangle and hundreds of slightly lighter ones that lay across my nose A single drop falls down my cheek and I can't help but sort of like the way the collection of tears near my caruncle make my eyes appear just a little greener right now If my hand is on my heart, I can feel it beating and when he calls me on the phone it drops right to the bottom of my stomach - pitted When I breathe, I expand, and see each rib come out from hiding Just to remind me that, yes, you're still alive I've been pondering on things that are so authentically human Like how sex is so unapologetically primal, How I long for companionship and and avoid darkness, The way we grieve and poison our livers and forgive, And try to love again and keep secrets just to later reveal them Another drop falls onto the ridge of my lip pauses, and then into my open mouth Just to remind me that, yes, you're still alive

rr

[raychelreimer-blog]

& just the kind of loving I’ve been looking for

Instagram: @rrxwords 

[raychelreimer-blog]

[raychelreimer-blog]

If she is water under the bridge, Am I the bridge? You can still swim within the depths of her And taste her salt on your lips Lay on your back and let the sun beam down As you float amongst her So smoothly If she is water under the bridge, Am I the bridge? Do I have to stay strong to protect her? Let 2-ton trucks roll over my body Not allowing them to crush my ribcage Resisting the breakage of my bones If she is water under the bridge, Am I the bridge? Standing tall and stable As you stand over me - Denying my ability to break

// rr

[raychelreimer-blog]

Let go, Give your head a shake You’ve been working overtime Would you give yourself a minute to…

Relax, Give the stars a minute They’re working overtime Just to make you…

Smile, Keep taking one step forward It will all make sense in retrospect When you can put down the cigarettes and…

Breathe, We’re working overtime Just to work it out So hand it over and…

Watch, Taste, Feel, the magic happening (right before your eyes) // rr

[raychelreimer-blog]

Twenty-two, looking into a cracked mirror Already regretting being twenty-two On behalf of my forty-four year old self

And with my head in my pillow, my breath is heavy But you can never live to swim, if you never dive in

No -

You cannot find something That has never been lost “twenty-two // by: RR”

[raychelreimer-blog]

“I watch, like a ghost, her coffee sway as she holds it in her quivering hands at an ungodly hour. Weak, she wrestles with herself - her body so light, but the world so heavy. I watch it fall down upon her as she doesn't dare to call him - and I use all the air I have left in my lungs to scream at her, for her. Gasping for air, she needs to know:

Lovely girl, when you feel so deeply, it's hard to swim - I know. You have been knocked down so many times that your knees feel frail. Oh, and when he came along and tried to help you up, you shut him away because we both know that time after time after time again, devils have been disguised as angels and it is those who have helped you up that later pushed you down. I know. Lovely girl, you want to trust him but as soon as you start to, you shove him away just like the others did to you last time you felt this way.

But please don't let that stop you.

I've been by your side for all of these years and I beg of you, please don't let that stop you.

I know.

You are not defined by the times you've skidded your knees. You are defined by the times you've stood up. Lovely girl, you have a wallet full of chances so don't be cheap. The world is rich so don't feel poor. You're right, I know. Money doesn't go on trees and neither does love. It is more than that. Love grows on bitten nails and split ends. Love doesn't grow on trees, but watery eyes and sweaty palms and love grows on crooked smiles and bad haircuts. Love grows on clocks at 3 in the morning and bad movies and lost keys and doors that don't quite shut right. Love grows on long bike rides and flat tires and bad dreams and day dreams. Love grows on choked back words and drunken confessions and love grows on swaying coffee at this ungodly hour. Love grows on times like these. So please don't hold back. I know.

I watch, like a ghost, my coffee sway as I hold it in my quivering hands at an ungodly hour. Weak, I wrestle with myself - my body so light, but the world so heavy.

Gasping for air, I need to know.”

Reminder: don’t be cheap // by: RR

[100tides]

"100 Tides": A Healing Project // by: RR

[100tides]

"100 Tides": A Healing Project // by: RR

[100tides]

"100 Tides": A Healing Project // by: RR