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#what if i revamped this account after 3 years of no use #what would yall do then ? huh #my poetry #poetry #i wonder if anyone knows what this is actually about #i think nico could piece it together #but maybe only him

humblewriter

“I loved you the way music loved omnipotence, the way the Furies loved violence, and the way Prometheus dies for mankind, over and over again”

— Me // Lines That May Or May Not Be A Short Declaration

drownedoutwords

im really bad at saying stuff from my head The thought bubble up turning into a paste that gets stuck in my throat before it can drip onto my tongue. These thoughts dont make it into words. years of being hurt from what came to my head. Years spent building the vault door that wont fall even if hit by an H-Bomb. My mouth wont open on its own, even though my thoughts are pounding on the locked door, the code long forgotten, begging to see the day once again. so hear i lay, drowning as my head fills with this dark puddle, hoping youll catch on, and ask what you want to know. Just ask, and maybe the doors will unlock, maybe the flood will end. But maybe, it will take question after question to get a word out, and if it does please stay. Please dont leave. My thoughts are locked away, but i think you hold the key.

Wisteria Words //

#my poetry #depression #tw death #reblogs welcomed #poetry

Ive been doing alot more handwritting poetry now that im home all day

#i like it more #my poetry #poetry #emotional trauma

weltenwellen

Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours

Your poems are gorgeous and I wang to include one of them in a school project. Are you by any chance American or British?

Im american ☺️ (cali to be precicse)

!!!! Dm (or send another ask) cause i would love to hear more about this !

i do not know if it is just sickly sweet nostalgia,

But it creeps into me like sunlight in the morning

Soft, gentle,

Then bright and encompassing

I think i lost my soulmate

#And i miss her everyday so many small things make me think of her #she taught me what home felt like #and i let my fear of my mom ruin it

I had a panic attack in my room

So at 2 am i left to take a walk

I didnt know where i was going,

Simply that the snow made everything calm

And its been so long since ive felt a peace in me like the snow delicatly resting on branches

// 19th January, 2020

If im lucky, ill die in an accident

If im not, i keep living

28 Dec, 2019 //

You keep asking how i am

And i see it in your eyes, what you mean,

I see the way you furrow your eyebrows and i imagine your eyes have flickered over my wrists, god knows you used to trace my scars when we were curled into eachother

But what do you want to hear?

How i wanted to disappear so bad i became my own distruction?

That we ripped my heart out, but neglected to put it back?

That i had to sit down on the shower floor, because i started to get dizzy when i saw blood?

Or that i felt better burning because fire cleanses?

All of that is true, but it doesnt mean ill say it,because

Were not in a place where i want to be vulnerable anymore

29 Nov, 2019 // Wisteria Words

#im doing that thing where i dont post àd just keeps poems in my phone noes #notes*#im too tired tp tag shit #its funny cause you texted me right as i was finishing formatting on the post

I want to make large batches of pasta

Fill the house with smells of homemade sauce

And leftovers

Because i know were here to stay

Dec 14, 2019 // Wisteria Words

#my poetry #poetry #love

I love how light looks through windows

As the morning unfurls her sleepy fingers

And gently eases life back

Into a room that had been abandoned

Slow and gentle at first, like a yawn

Then snapping and sharp, like coffee's first sip

Dec 12, 2019 // Wisteria Words

#its a warm feeling #its being held #hmm im doing better but i still feel so cold and alone #bitch wants to be held #my poetry #poetry

The snow is melting

And i can see myself fading

#my poetry #not much

My eyes are so heavy

All i want is sleep

In a field

On a coast

In your bed

Who are you ?

I dont know anymore but i know your bed is better then mine

So i dont know who you are, but i dont know who i am either

So can i call you "dear", and you can call me something sweet,

Until i choke on the honey that drips from your lips

And finally i can sleep

Its getting worse// Wisteria Words

22nd October, 2019

#my poetry #poetry #spilled ink #depression #sleep #i tried again #i couldnt stop shaking as i tried to fall asleep last noght

michaelbogild-deactivated202503

The sky it is naked and beauteous. It is azure and endless like your sweet loving eyes. I will let my heart and soul melt into its very grandness. I will forget myself completely and then become the sky.

I want to scream till I am throwing up

Till I open my mouth and nothing but blood pours out

I feel these things pounding against my Ribs

And I've spent years resisting the urge

To dig whatever sharp is nearest through my sternum

And r i p this emptiness out

But my hands always come out empty

Empty -- but still disgraced

// Wisteria Words

16th October, 2019

#my poetry #poetry #depression #tw blood #tw self harm #empty #emptiness

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