All the Pretty Words

Just putting thoughts and feelings to paper 26 | poetry

[all-the-pretty-words]

God this feeling in my chest

fluctuating, hot then cold but always heavy

Instead of beating all I feel is ache

I grab my hair and I pull

I scream loud and silent

When will this end

Why can't this end

I tell myself I don't even care anymore but it's lies

All I do is care

All I've ever done is care

And I'm exhausted

My eyes weighed down with each and every thought of it and I'm angry

Angry at it all

The things I can't control only ever grow

I dont know how to loosen my grip but im losing it all the same and I'm falling

Falling endlessly into nothing, into everything

And I don't know where I'll land, IF I'll land

And who will I be when I do

What will I have become

Just another broken bottle on the side of the street

Haunted and haunting

And doomed to be pieces that everyone passes by

I wonder if there's any hell worse than this

But I know there is

I just can't think about it

Can't think of anything but my bed

I'm running away again

But I don't know what else to do but to run and to bleed myself out on this page

Just this once can't someone rescue me

Just this once can it be anyone other than me

[iambrillyant]

“sometimes the lesson only repeats itself because you keep choosing comfort over growth, sometimes the cycle finally breaks when you meet yourself where you deserve to be met.”

— iambrillyant

[metamorphesque]

Won-pyung Sohn, Almond

[all-the-pretty-words]

I keep thinking of endings and of change and the way the places we leave behind are both so very, very full and yet so achingly empty in the end.

-Z (8/22)

[prinnay]

2023 is coming!!!

[all-the-pretty-words]

Happy New Year!

[all-the-pretty-words]

Who was Daedalus to tell his son that there was ever such a thing as too high

Who were we to say that the price of the fall was too much to pay for the flight

Afterall some things are worth burning for

- Z (12/22)

[all-the-pretty-words]

Time flies, whether you're wasting it or not.

- Crystal Woods

[all-the-pretty-words]

Sometimes the distance between us feels as if i could reach out and touch you

But then my fingers grasp only fragments of a memory

Do you think we'll ever meet again?

Will it be in this life or another?

Is this what it means to be haunted

This empty space next to me which was once filled with your laughter and shared dreams

-Z (12/22)

[coffeebirbsdarkacademia]

“I hope that someday when I am gone, someone somewhere, picks my soul up off these pages and thinks, “ I would have loved her””

— Nicole Lyons 

[all-the-pretty-words]

Closure is a trick of the light

Sometimes I think I've found it, it's there in my grasp

And then the sun shifts and it vanishes without a trace

-Z (12/22)

[tolerateit]

“A Ghost Is a Memory.” On Bodies, Belief, and the Places Ghost Stories Live

[all-the-pretty-words]

It all comes light and gentle one day

The time that passed

The memories that fade

And the words that you say

It comes in like a winter wind

Cold and crisp and firm

The way this world will always turn

Nations rise and fall to words

Spoken or unspoke

which will get you first

Death by hunger or death by thirst

Some days it comes like the spring rains

Sudden and quick and all at once

There's something in it that you really must trust

The process the power the pain

It happens every single time but none of them the same

Yes it all come light and gentle and crisp and firm and quick and all at once

That's the way of time you see

And with it comes a simple truth

Everything ends

-Z

[butterfliesrising]

there is too much beautiful in you for you to not let beautiful be who and what you are

- butterflies rising

[all-the-pretty-words]

Hope is something spoken into the morning,

little more than a breathe disapating into the open air.

A prayer to the universe

to be kind

be kind

be kind

Oh please let this world fill with this thing of feathered wings singing in my veins

- Z (9/2022)

[all-the-pretty-words]

This too is a kind of beauty

The subtle overlooked kind

The fleeting, fading kind

Like flowers in the September sun

No longer the novelty of spring

They have been pushed into the mundane

Taken for granted except on those rare days or by those rare souls

- Z (9/2022)

[lilllium]

—Lilllium, from In Place Of The Mirror is a Portait of You

[illbeyouranchor-deactivated2024]

I think of all the hearts

That are full of names

That never speak

And I can’t help but

Hope that mine

Rings loudest in yours