Ebony

i kinda let my words run wild here, because i cannot speak them anywhere else

[letterpit]

mountains can be so cold.        ignorant / or lonely maybe.

it’s not their fault. we were        like mountains / sometimes.

we still talk / sometimes.        we were together like rain.

it’s a wonderful word / or        experience: rain. it can be

so many different things /        simultaneously: soft. hard.

like a man / like a woman.        warm. hot. slushy. icy / like

the glacier. before it melts        & returns / in the shape of

sorrow. we share the guilt        / the cold mountains know.

[holdon-a-minute]

It's a different kind of high when the song you use to listen to when you were sad makes you so happy because you don't feel like that anymore

[tellinpa]

inspirational crows

[inkskinned]

the serpent was a woman, and the woman shall touch like god /// erasure poem of genesis // r.i.d

[courtneyreloadedagain]

culmen of poetry

Like when you were 13. Scared, hyper, hesitant will. With your bloody forearms, emotional explosion, blasting inside, storms of confusion within. “this is not poetry”, so get away from it

Poetry is not the occasional breakdown,, the eyes blurred by the fall, 

the darker pit of the soul, shallow, hollow, losing touch of all Poetry is not the weary tears it is a vision of the truth, a high you can’t dismiss Poetry - is for keeps in this sea of changeability we are in a hint of Everything

No more drowning for sport, my pain wasn’t the beauty itself, but the light underneath my unwell days something beyond compare, the beauty was the promise of deliverance the push forward through the dark, the friction’s sparks looking forward to a distant yet real Sun

[holdon-a-minute]

Date a person with anxiety, their hearts will literally beat faster for you

[holdon-a-minute]

oh my god i hate sudden gouts of extreme loneliness

[holdon-a-minute]

I need a cure for me cause a square doesn't fit the circle

Give me a remedy cause my head isn't right for this world

[holdon-a-minute]

I'm so hung up on the idea of being a disappointment to others, but no one else seems to care about the fact that they've disappointed me.

[holdon-a-minute]

Go on now,

You know how it goes

Talk to the people who aren't there

So no one knows

[holdon-a-minute]

Why can I only make friends with 40 yr old men

[holdon-a-minute]

Mate if you're out there I miss you

[haikkun]

Aren’t You A Little Too Old For Birthdays???

It’s funny

Because hyphens

Subtract numbers, yet add words

*Swings sword sing-songily*

*Shakes shoulders, haughtily*

A year later

And I’m still writing nerdy maths poems

Nothing’s changed

Except we’ve gone around the sun and come back again, alone

Try to dig my heels in

Prevent the deletions

Bring you back

Remove the spaces

To clip us at the hip

Unless I was just another number

Nothing hardly changes anything

When what you want

Is 9,246 miles away

______________________________

Maureen Armstrong @haikkun

[holdon-a-minute]

I've been having dreams that I fail at everything I enjoy. They're pleasant from a distance, but they feel worse than a nightmare at my core. The dread is becoming unbearable, the need for perfection is getting too close, what is bound to destruction is lingering too near what I love most. I know that my insatiable craving for perfection will never be satisfied, but I must strive as far as I can reach to make sure that my passions are possible in this impossibly perfect world. But they get too close. And I have nightmares. And I will fail.

[holdon-a-minute]

My mind is wandering

Wandering

Wandering

And I'm wondering

Why there's a siren in my ears

Wondering

Why I'm dependant on my fears

Wondering

Why I only taste the tears

And wondering

Why

I'm

Here

[holdon-a-minute]

A small gesture

At the end of the meadow

The chicken made

[holdon-a-minute]

"take care in spreading the psychological treatment of amber and orange collisions"