Unicornis @confusedunicornis - Tumblr Blog

hand in fire

i put my hand in fire for you

surprise

it burned

watch me as i go

bittersweet dreams crushed

once again

i stayed for them and they still left

there are days when i look in the mirror and i have no idea who's looking back at me

why would i feed a body that destroys my mind when the world is on fire?

i am kissing the gun

that you are gently placing on my forehead

saying that it's not you

that it's me

and that the gun isn't even that bad

that's all i need to know

that's all you need to know

you are just their instrument

they

know more but don't give a damn fuck

about the creatures who fall victim to their guns

i'm not here

visions passing by

wouldn't it be peaceful without these screaming voices outside my window

but i can't close the window

without tearing down the entire house

well i might as well

i hope you all would still love me if you knew what goes on in my head

am i even lovable?

well maybe in the end

my whole body will set on fire

and i would feel comfortable

as my skin is already burnt

and my lungs are already filled with smoke

just in case.

Dear little child,

where have you been?

Things have been... Kind of different since you left. I don't even know when exactly you left.

They now tell me I have hit rock bottom.

But who said that there even is some kind of bottom?

They say the higher you are, the deeper you can fall.

But I have not hit a ground since I started falling and only just proceeded.

I've been landing on seemingly sturdy nets which slowly ripped through as I moved

To let me fall.

Fall.

Fall again.

And on the way, my skin scraped on the harsh walls of a cliff

With the hope if being able to reach out and grab

Which wounded my hands so I do not have the courage to reach out anymore.

Im actually not sure anymore if this is a punishment or a reward.

So dear little child,

Is that really you?

Is it you, who now purposely touches the sharp walls?

Is it you, who never actually didn't fall when they grabbed a rock on the wall, and desperately tried to make their way up?

Are we really the same person?

Well, maybe we are the same body.

Which has now become a haunted house.

And only the faded pictures in broken frames on the dusty walls mourningly remind me of who I once was and will never be again.

I hope you are doing okay. I really hope.

Because it won't be that long until the hours of light shorten.

Leaving you, leaving me, leaving us both in the frosty realm of gloom.

Water is the murderer of the stone.

Take care.

Yours, truthfully

The bigger little child.

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Leave on a light

Once upon a time, there was an abandoned soul.

And forever everyone only thought of the bad in it.

But then it's way joined with the one of another wandering kind soul.

The empty soul had forgotten this little child

That once lived inside it's body.

And the kind soul told the other one

It's still there.

This little kid.

The lonesome soul didn't believe the words.

It thought the gentle soul was talking about a dead soul whose body just kept on smiling.

But the cordial soul kept on making this dead soul smile and not just it's body.

And you see me for who I am

You make me see who I really am.

I forgot who I was but you blew the dust off of the old memory of who I was before.

And even if I am not the same

I know that this child still exists.

And the child is shy but it trusts you

And comes to the surface when you are there.

I wish you could see yourself

the way I see you

And treat yourself the way you treat me.

You made me wanna live again when all I wanted was to dissappear.

Your light made me leave my darkness.

And I am desperate

To try and be a little lamp in you night.

And I don't know if I even shine that bright

But I will always be there to shine.

Or to sit with you in darkness.

Two mushrooms

Mixed media on canvas

byjove

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Poem

Tw: negative thoughts and self-image, blood

Linguistic borders

"I love you" I say.

But behind these simple three words, do you know how much more there is?

Words are a system

Unexpressive and defined

They show less

Then what is inside

And in me is more than

Just art can express

There's much more behind

That I don't want to hide

How do I say a zillion words with just three?

How do I paint all that you mean to me?

My love is beyond all scientific borders

It can't be expressed through linguistic orders.

So now I am writing

But it is no way

To truly capture what I'm

Trying to say

My feelings are deeper

Than a words ever go

I hope that you know

That whenever I say

"I love you"

It means a lot more.

Dolphin series final part

The finished piece:)

Dolphin series part 4

Cute dolphin

Dolphin series part 3

Water as a habitat

thewizardofhoes-speaking

the-trans-man-with-no-plan

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