Credit to whoever wrote this. I can relate to a spiritual level
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oozey mess
One Nice Bug Per Day

Kiana Khansmith
Stranger Things

Origami Around
AnasAbdin

ellievsbear
YOU ARE THE REASON
trying on a metaphor
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

Andulka
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Discoholic 🪩

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Janaina Medeiros

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@gloomypoetry
Credit to whoever wrote this. I can relate to a spiritual level
Paralyzed
Blood was rushing
Toward every corner of me
Yet I was immobilized
And the worst part is
I was still alive
Alive enough to witness
My only home being burned
As I reminisce
The scent of you still haunts
The scent of warm vanilla
On that typical chilly Wednesday
It never leaves my mind
How the bloody tea leaves
Were scorched by the flames
As if you found a way of telling me
“You have to run away”
But little did you know
I have nowhere to hide nor to go
Cause I am so much consumed upon
Every inch of our memories
- o.a.k
Destruction
Wanting to be lost
But also wanting to be found
I am a fish wishing to have wings
I am a bird wishing to breathe underwater
My whole life i have been
Wishing the impossible
Because to stand on my own feet
I am not able
I have consumed too much darkness
But still trying to cross an endless ocean
Lured by the sirens
And killed by the laments
— o.a.k
“You are so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger.”
— This is so important.
“I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.”
— Margaret Atwood
i dont feel right. everything about me seems wrong.
Sometimes all we need is someone whom we could let out our emotion to. We don't seek validation of what's happening in our disastrous mind, we don't seek some distraction or escape, we just need someone to understand. Yes, understanding is a simple act yet contains an irreplaceable deep value: consolation.
I don't believe that the term first aid kit only belongs to physical injuries. Our mental needs first aid likewise and I believe, understanding is one.
Understanding can save a life.
Be aware
Time never heals,
It only hides.
And as you pretend
That you're recovering
It's preparing for your
Explosion
- o.a.k
Recovery is very hard. You’re not going to start feeling better magically. You’re going to have doubts, relapses, episodes, but that’s okay. It’s part of the process. Just keep going. Please.
I've created so many scenarios in my head that I don't even know which one is real and should be anticipated, and which one is not.
- o.a.k
Do i have the right?
When a constant waves of sorrow
Is the only thing i know
And it already has become my comfort zone
That i foolishly want to protect
Do i still have the right
To miss a revival?
- o.a.k
"A mistake repeated more than once is a decision."
— Paulo Coelho
"The truth is you could slit my throat, and with my one last gasping breath, I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt."
Taking Back Sunday, "You're So Last Summer
Why do I need constant attention? Why do I need someone to take care of me all the damn time? Why can’t I just accept that people have lives that don’t revolve around me? Why do I feel so sad every time someone leaves me for doing something else? Why do I get pissed when someone says they’re doing something while talking to me? Why can’t I just accept that I can’t have 100% of their attention all the time? Why do I get sad when they don’t text me first? Why do I feel so hurt and unimportant and neglected and lonely all the damn time? Why am I like this?
Relate on a spiritual level.
To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one's been crueller than I've been to me.
— Alanis Morissette, "Sorry to Myself", Under Rug Swept
Writerscreed Challenge Recap, May 5-9
This week’s challenge was to write a Katauta or a Sedoka. What a pleasure it was to read your poems. If you didn’t get a chance to read their work, the links are beside their names. If you participated but don’t see your name below, please contact @katrinnac directly.
@definegodliness (poem)
@mjao7 (poem)
@permanentlytransientus (poem)
@snipehuntpotatosack (poem)
@claphandsound (poem)
@chucklingpecan (poem)
@dbaydenny (poem)
@poetlegit (poem)
@a-tour-to-self (poem)
@praggya1993 (poem)
@instruth (poem) (poem) (poem) (poem)
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@poetdreamerfool (poem)
@sassoonery (poem)
@honeybeeyond (poem)
@drearydaffodil (poem)
@cruxymox (poem)
@gloomypoetry (poem)
@mortalghost (poem)
@rhymingtherapy (poem)
@hiddenbehindmycreativity (poem)
@hopebe (poem)
@aubriestar (poem)
@insomnia-poet (poem)
@roughertumbledwords (poem)
@jonaswpoetry (poem)
@mysublimejourney (poem)
@scourge-of-the-eighth-sea (poem)
@voo-doo-dolll (poem)
@imperiallefty (poem)
@karmaalwayswins (poem)
@even-fools-are-right-sometimes (poem)
I'm afraid to be happy
because a greater sadness comes after
and I'd fall all over again
- o.a.k