Poetry; giving back to the earth who loves me

Poetry and watercolor. Aesthetic blog: nostalgicyearning

[lauramaywrite]

Here

on the muted fringes of the storm

thunder is a constant buzz in the distance, similar to a hovering military plane, similar to what it feels like just to be alive these days.

Here on the muted fringes, Who am I?

It’s raining somewhere, I think north

But not here

Why not here?

When will it rain for me?

Tomorrow they’re calling for the smoke

To cover everything-

The heat will ease, but the deaths will stay the same;

It’s not safe outside it seems

But here I am

[lauramaywrite]

I wonder how Serviceberries taste to Robins;

I do know, though

we must both find them

delicious

[lauramaywrite]

There’s nothing like a Searows song when you’re steeped in grief.

[lauramaywrite]

I want to create and share but I don’t want to feed the ai beast and also multiple recent family crises have been really taking all my energy :,)

I don’t know what to do but I’ll keep on living for now

[lauramaymin]

I’ve been really enjoying Twenty One Pilots latest album so I decided to cover Cottonwood on Piano! it has been such a cathartic listen today, the 1 year anniversary of no contact with my ex !!

[lauramaywrite]

New cover🥰

[lauramaywrite]

I have an internet crush haha so anyways I duetted his song 

[lauramaywrite]

I covered this Chappell Roan song that really hits a tender place in me as I grieve this time of my life. I hope you enjoy.

[lauramaywrite]

If you can spare a moment in this overwhelming strange existence, give a watch to this song and video I produced from a deep ache and love.

[metamorphesque]

Edvard Munch, Consolation (1894)

[bakwaaas]

there is no unlived life or alternative reality where everything went right…. there is only here and now what are you going to do with it

[midsummerdreamhouse-deactivated]

Issue 1 has released digitally. Thank you to everyone who contributed.

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[sweatermuppet]

being a poet is so embarrassing. here's another poem about how my dad sucks. yeah im gonna write 200 more of them

[lauramaywrite]

For how long does history repeat itself?

I look on like it’s roadkill watching only to see into how many pieces they can pull each other apart, two people who made me one. Though now nearly old enough to no longer break the law on the bottle,

in my mind, hands are small again

and ‘home’ is the house on the bend, pink and blue vinyl shutters sun-faded The lamp by my bedside reminds me where I am now in my own world laughing at something asinine Wondering how many more times

I will sit on the kitchen floor with all of the lights off?

[peacozy]

[lauramaywrite]

Sometimes I love

like I’m trying to save you

Ever so exhausted,

reeking of untended wounds

You bury your bones

Still, I know

I’ll color us in

my favorite shade of blue

what we could be

If you were a little more me

And I a little more you

[lauramaywrite]

I am grieving so much of this life

and yet the softer memories of childhood

flicker through my mind

in quiet moments

I remember the cranes

Stepping carefully through the yard

watched them from the north bedroom window

feeling like a secret

I miss my childhood home

I miss thinking it was going to be mine forever and that

Even if my parents did not love each other

at least maybe they loved me enough to save me from it a little

[lauramaywrite]

In winter I feel like a kid again

November’s end saw long drives, eyes 

damp with everything I left unsaid

back in a childhood bed with my feet at the head

All of the windows are foggy,

but the sky clears after the storms

starlight embracing the snow

I look on like it’s a secret revealing

how one could love something so bitter cold, and delicate

I could be loved too,

Winter, 

won’t you soften me?