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@mothercain

I could burn it down

Go get fucked up in the back of a car

Let the pain seduce its way through

Bent over in a downward spiral

But why would I do that?

Why would I choose destruction?

I can sleep for the first time in decades

Our life painted on our walls

Our footsteps in our tiled floors

I’ve never shared space like this before

You see parts of me before I have time to

My grief is a commodity not meant to be consumed

I don’t know me yet

Do you?

#poet #poetry #grief #art #trauma #loss #loml #sangria #drunkposting

fairycosmos

advice for people that are actually doomed for real

homunculus-argument

Fun fact: if you, as an adult, tell miserable children that their youth is the best that life will ever be, and that it's all just downhill from there, there's a percentage of them who will hear this and think "well, I guess I better kill myself before that happens." And a certain percentage of those will proceed to do that and succeed.

Anyway what I'm saying is that any time you feel tempted to say that, you should instead consider shutting the fuck up. Just because you peaked at 16 doesn't mean anyone else did. Most peoples' lives get better than that.

I smoke a cigarette

For the first time

Not under the influence

Of any liquor or dark eyes

I thought about how beautiful the sun was shining through these trees

The birds singing as the snows melting

And how much it aches when I try and breathe

I felt disgusting afterwards

Alone with the smoke in my throat

And a hunger raging inside me

I’ll never smoke another

At least Not until I do

But I swear it’s not a habit I’ll be keeping while sober

I’m really sorry mom

I know you hate the smell and how the smoke breaks down the lungs

And How it wasn’t your fault how it all turned so wrong.

I wish you were were here to yell at me and cause a scene

I hope you still recognize me from wherever you are now

I hope you see still see your little girl from where you’re looking down

#poet #poetry #grief #art

angelstrawbabie420

grief will have you saying shit like goddamn and fuck maybe the abuse was worth it

I am a gaping wound.

I am no longer a daughter.

I am a consort of hidden sorts.

I am no longer feeble.

I am bleeding at the seams.

I am no longer surviving.

I am now just existing in my own head.

I am no longer believing in forgiveness.

But I hope I am.

.

#grief #the lord could be a mother #poet #poetry #trauma

I just need to be forgiven.

anexperimentallife

See also, "We're in a drought; conserve water!" Meanwhile, bottled water companies and golf courses for rich folk empty the aquifers.

emeraldastral

fandomsandfeminism

Grief is so fucking wild. It sinks into your muscles, forces itself to be felt. It steals your appetite, floods your brain with cortisol. It makes you so, so tired.

If someone you know is grieving, telling them "just let me know what I can do" means nothing. They can't. They don't know. And the small things are too embarrassing to ask for.

Bring them a cheese platter. Pre-Cut fruit. Peanut butter pretzels. Protein shakes (like slimfast) Food that requires no prep and does not create dishes.

Do the dishes. Take out the trash. Sweep the floor. Vacuum the carpet. They won't ask you to do this, but it will help.

A bottle of acetaminophen honestly might help more than flowers. Grief really can cause muscle aches.

Exhumed and exhausted

Just waiting for last call

Now No one’s daughter

Just a set of bones headed back to an early grave

Barely a day without a drink in 70 days

Wondering if the liver is keeping score

The smoke used as a device to raise the dead

Now just lays to rest shaking hands

I knew better than to ask you to stay

The body can only take so much

Extremities grow cold

Hallways stretch in silence

Rain shrinks the skyline

Heads bowed in acknowledgment

The sun broke as the breathing halted

#grief #life update #my mom died #poet #poetry #art #trauma #lung cancer

ivynightshade

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

I want my bones to crumble into a million trillion little pieces and become one with the sand on the ocean floor

#dust to dust #grief #let me be anything but human

fairycosmos

every time i make a mistake im like theyre going to put me down like a sick dog

Time will pass anyway, spend it well.

lobotomyd0lly

petrichara

Love is the one thing that we’re capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space.

“Eulogy from a Physicist” by Aaron Freeman, with quotes from Interstellar by Christopher Nolan, and images from NASA, Interstellar, Getty, Petrichara, and Reuters.

petrichara

“You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.”

-Eulogy from a Physicist by Aaron Freeman

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