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[turbulent09]

A collaboration with a friend

Rest in peace, Asifa ♥😭

[from-moonlight-to-daisies-blog]

sunday

young and drowsy stretches up flashes of museum art dreams frogs and flour a measuring cup grey tea dregs and dust mote streams

time is liquid time is lost aching back last night’s mem’ries half-work half-smile fingers crossed framed short story’s slow cloud seas

bless his winded selflessness soft armchairs and lukewarm drinks tickle one parenthesis who cares of what tomorrow thinks

[afraidtothink]

Seasons

Lately I feel like I don’t know anything

Or at least not the way I used to

Like I’ve forgotten life changes season to season

Each year each one is the same

But now I’m rediscovering their holdings

I feel autumn coming on

Just as the leaves fall to the ground

A new pattern decorates the floor

And by the way I look at these colors,

you would think I’m seeing them for the first time

And then I feel it at the tip of my nose

Cold, red, and numb it stays

Until I slip into the proper attire

And with that into the holiday season

Where the wind, snow, and music carry me months away

Then one day I notice it’s too hot for wool

Still it rains down the next day

In the weeks following I see a dandelion, then several more

Yellow is the springtime

High hopes grow with the flowers as the flowers outgrow the weeds

One morning sees the sun shining before I even open my eyes

Maybe that’s how I’m supposed to know

And just like that every day gets longer without my noticing

Eventually I’m just spending the time I have left in the sun

Feeling like it’s wrong if summer is ever over

And though this has happened all the same for my lifetime

And many lifetimes before mine

This year the cycle was different

Or maybe I was changing along with the seasons

And I hadn’t realized until now what had become of me

[afraidtothink]

and hundreds of times a day

in my head

i write a letter to you

sometimes it starts with your name

sometimes you’re just a mysterious figure

or maybe it’s a rambling half way through

but every time I get to writing

the message gets lost in the logistics

the nonsensical transition from one idea to another

the words that don’t quite say what I mean

the constant feeling like I’m introducing this grand idea

the idea that i feel some way about you that can’t be held by words

but never getting to the point

because i can’t

and sometimes i wish i had the devices

to record the things that echo in my mind

so that one day you might understand

the depth of this consuming force

that is my love for you

[afraidtothink]

though you think i’m too old 

to be curious, to wonder 

i’m still honest about the things i don’t know 

i ask things you think i shouldn’t talk about 

and i’m still innocently offensive as if i don’t know 

i’m still distracted by pretty colors

by the time my mind is here 

my body has taken me somewhere else 

to the point where i stray so far off course 

that i can’t remember where i started 

i still want to play with toys 

to have something to hold in my hands 

maybe it’s a waste of ten minutes 

but it’s worth it if it keeps me entertained 

i think about what it’ll be like 

when i get to be what i want when i grow up 

i see myself in every one of them 

an astronaut floating around in space 

a singer up on stage 

a scientist with all the solutions

a firefighter emerging from the smoke

an actor starring in every movie 

a philosopher with an answer to every question 

though i know i’ll be anything but those things 

i still play pretend 

because i still want to 

because my imagination still takes me to those places 

and every night before i close my eyes

i like awake and stare at the ceiling

i lose myself in a train of thought

a series of golden scenarios

one day i’ll be a millionaire

what if i had everything i wanted?

this is what it would be like to be on top of the world

then i finally get so absolutely exhausted

that i just have to go to sleep

even though i didn’t want to

but i don’t mind it when my thoughts manifest into dreams

and i know that i’ll feel this way forever

like there’s always somewhere to go

and no matter how old i get

i’ll always wonder what life will be like when i grow up

because part of me never will

i’m still honest

i’m still innocent

i’m still easily distracted

i still play with toys

i still play pretend and make believe

i still dream and imagine

i’m still hopeful though you’re not so sure if i should be

i am still a child

and i refuse to be anything more or less

because i’d rather be off playing

and paying no mind to your scrutiny

than become part of your faceless horde 

and walk around as if the worst thing that could happen to me is another day

[bettycrowpoetry-blog]

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Good friends, the sun, a good book of poems, a good pen, and a good laugh

[cloggedwords-deactivated2021052]

when you feel your mind is filled enough, enough with words which were once wanted by your  curiosity, but now those words are no more interesting, those words haunt you and taunt you, you are no more the “innocent “ you, now you are left with only one option, live in your shadows!

a million times thanks to @tempestuous09<3 for collaborating with me for the second time!

it was great a nice collab !

(and hopefully we did not take too much time like the first one )

[tempestuous09]

I wish I never heard the truth

A collaboration with my writing bestie @cloggedwords. You are phenomenal, my friend ♥

[tempestuous09]

Tilt your head and dream

[discoverwriters]

❤

Send in your pieces about love and I'll give them a reblog :)

[afraidtothink]

You don’t just forget overnight. It’s a process, it takes time. Then when enough time passes, one morning you’ll wake up thinking of them and realize it’s the first time you have in a while.

[from-moonlight-to-daisies-blog]

sunday

young and drowsy stretches up flashes of museum art dreams frogs and flour a measuring cup grey tea dregs and dust mote streams

time is liquid time is lost aching back last night’s mem’ries half-work half-smile fingers crossed framed short story’s slow cloud seas

bless his winded selflessness soft armchairs and lukewarm drinks tickle one parenthesis who cares of what tomorrow thinks

[soulisticwrites]

the worst manifestations of you come to me at times of peace

then i awake in a sweat chasing you through my dreams

you are a tease -

a bone and i am the dog

running, digging, wishing

[bluekindamood]

By @soulisticwrites ♡

[afraidtothink]

and i can no longer ignore

the ivy growing tall

this life don’t suit me anymore

the writing’s on the wall

-marina; handmade heaven

[afraidtothink]

Seasons

Lately I feel like I don’t know anything

Or at least not the way I used to

Like I’ve forgotten life changes season to season

Each year each one is the same

But now I’m rediscovering their holdings

I feel autumn coming on

Just as the leaves fall to the ground

A new pattern decorates the floor

And by the way I look at these colors,

you would think I’m seeing them for the first time

And then I feel it at the tip of my nose

Cold, red, and numb it stays

Until I slip into the proper attire

And with that into the holiday season

Where the wind, snow, and music carry me months away

Then one day I notice it’s too hot for wool

Still it rains down the next day

In the weeks following I see a dandelion, then several more

Yellow is the springtime

High hopes grow with the flowers as the flowers outgrow the weeds

One morning sees the sun shining before I even open my eyes

Maybe that’s how I’m supposed to know

And just like that every day gets longer without my noticing

Eventually I’m just spending the time I have left in the sun

Feeling like it’s wrong if summer is ever over

And though this has happened all the same for my lifetime

And many lifetimes before mine

This year the cycle was different

Or maybe I was changing along with the seasons

And I hadn’t realized until now what had become of me

[writingsforwinter]

I have a new poem up in the newest issue of Typehouse Magazine :)

[little-red02]

Amber Fox, 16, mother has recently passed away.

Now must join a public school after being homeschooled until now.

What happens when on your first day you spill your tray on the hottest guy at school?

Yeah… I’m Royally Screwed.