Trauma, Mental Health & More!
Stretching my toes onto cold wooden floor My fingers undo whatever i wore Poking at buttons i got from a store My belly deletes all of your wars Sand without beach carried within Sadness only hides in my grin Screams carried in wind cannot begin Without first hiding in my delicate skin
red and blue and yet and you andfind me something that won't leave thensick as dogs as slick as yourslose that smile and then my warswink of an eye blink and then crysink before you say goodbye your words pile high til they match my eyesyou go on and i'll meet other guys
Two stars meet for a reason that is neither Luck nor fate nor coincidence Out of notnot-boredom and notnot-love One planet is born Two stars see the light and wont let go The planet is abused It points at its parents who point at theirs what is a crime but a botched excuse All crimes... Continue Reading →
Sharing welcome information certainly is, and I hope not to sound too judgy here. If a thought can be a sin, surely we’re all sinners. and isn’t writing using repetitive hand movements to facilitate my thought process (at least here)? Why do I feel guilty for using conversation as a tool to organise my mind?... Continue Reading →
A heart hurt is a heart grown Stretched to the darkest corners of your mind A mind ripped is a mind won Evil does not knock, it purrs I kiss tired shadows who have shown whats mine is yours, and what we find is guilt and all fear gone Love does not ring, it blurs... Continue Reading →
My life is a spiral, ending in you,starting in fog, red and blue. Lord knows what I'll run into.You might choose me now, true,tomorrow, who's knows what you'll do. At the moment I miss you enough not to tell you.Come watch the streetlights turn blue,let's see what our dreams come to.Who care's what's right or... Continue Reading →
A friend of mine was recounting an anecdote she heard before, and mentioned how it was the metaphor of a deep well inside that really made her connect her own story to the one being told. It was such a sweet moment to witness, and of course I took it way out of context and... Continue Reading →
Faulkner first said this about writing, then Ginsberg, then Stephen King. It’s one of my mantras, but why? Let’s forget about writing. Kill your darlings but kill your enemies too. Not literally, but the ones we carry in our hearts. Forgive them by yourself, and cut your own heart into a million pieces. I feel... Continue Reading →
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