Poemrey

Pfp picrew from QueenBee (once my internet connection gets ok enough to actually make it...) 21 yo agender recovering from a drinking problem and trying to get back into old hobbies. I lost every single hobby I had when I started drinking. Writing helps me stay sober. Pronouns: They/he/ey/em My likes are visible and I like vaguely nsfw things sometimes, although I don't reblog them. Some of the things I write are somewhat nsfw. Wow that wasn't active for long anyway 20 days sober but no desire to upkeep this atm.

[worte-mitohne-sinn]

Dieses Leben zu leben ist viel zu anstrengend für mich. Siehst du das nicht? Dass ich das nicht schaff. Ich bin zu müde, um weiterzumachen.

[artypoemrey]

I love the fact that I can still comprehend this even though I haven't practiced a word of german for about 3 years.

[artypoemrey]

This post is not a poem

Though of course I'll pretend it is

Neither is it a song

and by no means a quiz

This post is about drinking

All the attempts to quit

and all the demons of the night

that come along with it

People berate you in your dreams

Until you cry

wake up sweating through sheets

and shaking and shivering like a leaf

The last time I quit, I saw my flesh

rotting off of my heel

and thought it was real

And as I laid in bed at night

Having not slept for days

Although I would try

Oh I would try

Exercise, edibles, nothing worked

and I knew nothing would work

except for alcohol or time

And I had the thought

"I am so sick of quitting."

And then I chose time.

Last time was the worst

It's worse every time

The reason that I couldn't sleep?

I just KNEW I was going to die.

So I've chosen to quit quitting

I'll never quit again

but even a single beer

eventually leads me to the point

where I must quit

there is little other option

(For my sanity)

but to avoid the need to quit in the first place.

It sounds happier to say I can't quit than

saying I can't drink.

[artypoemrey]

The Waves

The ancients feared the sea But I, being always stubborn Would not have that for me So I set out on that sea and caught no fish and caught no wind when I sat down for dinner, I sat down and moped about the life I had hoped and set sail again but had no wind and all I really craved was a bottle of gin And found I'd grown another fin once that first sip was in and I finally caught my fish When I woke up it was within The hook I had pushed seeping through my skin and there was no wind and now the winds blow and I sit down on the shore with hook and bow dry and content with how my life might go The ancients feared gods of many things lust and gin and what they bring I've seen the god of the waves and the crashes it wrought but was obligated to live through what I had brought.

[worte-mitohne-sinn]

Kannst du mich verstehen wenn ich mich selbst nicht verstehe?

[artypoemrey]

Fun facr: I studied german for four years in highschool.

[worte-mitohne-sinn]

In meiner Familie war nie Platz für mich.

Weil Alkohol mehr Platz brauchte als ich.

[worte-mitohne-sinn]

Ich trinke ein Getränk, das viel zu süß ist,

es klebt an meinen Lippen. 

Doch die Sonne scheint mir ins Gesicht  

und die Enten schwimmen im Wasser 

und in diesem Moment ist das Leben okay.

[artypoemrey]

Monthly waves

I feel a pervasive peace Like none known before The ocean waves no longer crash Turning firebrand thoughts to ash The birds chirp a different song now Instead of a mournful wail The fire is back again I no longer wake up in hell Where this came from I do not know Maybe I was loved enough Maybe decided to be tough Maybe I haven’t taken my fucking meds in a month

[maccreadysbaby]

an ever-growing collection of all my writing tip posts

sick characters (word bank)

characters with prosthetics or mobility aids

injured characters

injured characters (word bank)

writing angst

creating atmosphere in your writing

writing characters with emetophobia

tips for writers who are auditory learners

[artypoemrey]

Back to autumn

We all come back to autumn With ever-changing hues Some say The glistening veil Between ours and theirs Thins with the canopy of the forest Spring is too lively for the dead It reminds them of the life they have passed And so tears push through the earth And rest glistening on the morning grass Summer is far too hot They roll in their graves And their bodies rot As the sun bears down When the canopy thins And the cold wind tickles their graves To the ground they are no longer slaves

[artypoemrey]

She is made of glass

From which sweet wine is drunk

Careening down our throats

Sit down, take off coats

One, two, three

Through her, see.

Four five six

Vision blurs, thoughts mix

I never thought

That I could be tricked

She is made of glass

The tempered

Bullet-proof kind

Sings as fingers circle

But never shatters

From the high notes.

Try to break her

as I might

One, two, three

Now I see.

[transformationsproject]

Good News Folks!

This week, Milwaukee County declared itself a sanctuary for gender-diverse people! Learn more here! 🏳️‍⚧

[20th-centuryghost]

HEY ARTISTS!

Do you design a lot of characters living in not-modern eras and you’re tired of combing through google for the perfect outfit references? Well I got good news for you kiddo, this website has you covered! Originally @modmad made a post about it, but her link stopped working and I managed to fix it, so here’s a new post. Basically, this is a costume rental website for plays and stage shows and what not, they have outfits for several different decades from medieval to the 1980s. LOOK AT THIS SELECTION:

OPEN ANY CATEGORY AND OH LORDY–

There’s a lot of really specific stuff in here, I design a lot of 1930s characters for my ask blog and with more chapters on the way for the game it belongs to I’m gonna be designing more, and this website is going to be an invaluable reference. I hope this can be useful to my other fellow artists as well! :)

Did you find this helpful? If you’re able, maybe buy me a coffee please? :D

[scriptmedic]

Aaaaand could maybe be helpful for writers too!

[autball]

I just got done with my kid’s annual homeschool evaluation, which means it’s the anniversary of when I pulled them from school. 

This right here is from the last meeting I had with the school. Spoiler alert: their plan did, in fact, not work, and they suspended my kid within the week for behavior that was a direct result of said plan being completely inappropriate for the situation.

The real problem was that they were being bullied, constantly. The real problem was sensory issues that no one wanted to accommodate. The real problem was that my kid was PDA in one of the demandiest places on earth, school.

The real problem was that the school saw my kid’s completely understandable reactions to their completely distressing and unsupportive environment as “the real problem.”

And this is the problem with behaviorist approaches. More often than not they assume the problem is in the kid, not their environment. (This is especially true in schools where lack of resources leads them to do everything they can to avoid accommodations by putting the onus on the child to “adapt.”) More often than not they don’t even attempt to ask the kid what’s up. More often than not the “function” they assign is bullsh!t, and so is their attempt at a solution.

So yeah, happy homeschooling anniversary to us. I only wish I had put a stop to the trauma sooner.

(Image description in Alt Text.)

[artypoemrey]

You would think they would at least try to reduce the behavior first by simply not giving them what they believe is the reinforcer for continuing the behavior (attention) which would then pretty quickly lead them to the conclusion that the behavior is not for attention.

[autball]

An actually good use of the ABCs of Behavior.

[artypoemrey]

I hate that they still teach ABA in college classes on autism without at least a disclaimer that it's not even accepted as a treatment by autistic people themselves anymore. It's really the only treatment/therapy to help with autism we were taught (I was a psychology major, most classes didn't even mention autism and if they did it was very briefly, but I did take one entire class on autism. ABA was the only therapy that was discussed in depth, and the only one described as being 'backed by empirical evidence')

Disclaimer: I do not have autism. I somewhat suspect it as a have a boyfriend who is autistic and we literally argue a bit over who does the talking in a public situation because neither of us want to. I usually end up doing it.

[princessscrambledpancakes]

LGBT more like. Let’s Go To Bed. Let’s go bed to. Let’s. It’s bedtime.

[artypoemrey]

Internalized

Anxiety drips down the walls Closing in Drowning the outside world I speak through water You watch the bubbles. Light catching in your eyes You don’t understand Because I won’t tell I flood the room So I can yell

[artypoemrey]

Fossil

Flickering firelight Dancing between bloody patterns Revealed by the sparks of sharpening spears From come clashing spears and thudding clubs Screams of anger and contempt Ragged realization Of betrayal Of death Great furry mammoths Walking across the tundra From one fate Into the aching darkness of another Cold heavy soil Weighing on white bone Hunger unsatisfied As fossil finds its home.