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Not today Justin
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@mikeyfer
@mikeyfer i did it!! if anyone has a poem they want me 2 sing along to with my shit little voice them hmu bc i had fuN haha soz for ruinin ur cool lil poem i’m losin my voice a bit but here it iS
Absolutlely LOVE this!! Thank you so much @milknosugar-youtube you’ve turned one of my favourite poems into a song!
Fire Inside. As music. I love it so much ❤️
Still in love with this ❤️
That time this absolute legend made a song out of one of my poems ❤️
Writing prompt: ZOMBIE CRABS
Sideways they march!
Chittering chittering CHITTERING
How are they marching?
The crabs?
They're zombies! They're supposed to shamble!
Who organised them!
I bet
It was that necromancer
He didn't like that I wouldnt
Buy his old cloak
But it smelt of fish
And had holes in it
There was no way
He could have just left me a bad review
But noooo
Army of undead crabs
Waaaay better
I slow clap in your direction
And I walk diagonally
To confuse them
Weirdest game of chess
Zombie crabs
Versus me
I may need a shovel
Or at least some zombie tartare sauce
Or whatever goes with zombie crab meat
Oh well
Time to SMACK I guess
The chittering dead
Will advance no more
Or..
Ever..
Because of the sideways thing..
What was I on back then 😅
Alone Among The Clouds
As I crawl through your shadow, Sheltered from the light beyond, I hold a dream, set in a thousand lies A truth, beholden to nobody, To nothing within, Beyond, Or without, Clasping it with tired fingers, Grip loosened by time, Still I hold, Still I hold, Still I hold.
Until I don’t.
And it flies away, To be one among the clouds again, To drift alone and free, Marked, By the fingers that held it, Not tainted, Just worn, A remnant of a lost hope, Drifting, Alone among the clouds.
For ever more.
Still Here
It’s a different kind of lost Not found on any map Because, you see I’m still here Physics be damned! I’m still here
This kind of lost I’m not sure if it wants to be found It dares me Dares me to go dark Cut out the world But I’m still here
To lose oneself One’s sense of self Is to lose yourself in the metaphysical world It feels cozy Am I still here?
Is something really lost If it means to be? If I hide myself away Away from the world Will anyone notice If I’m still here?
Last night I met myself
In my dream
I was so sad. Crying.
I sat next to myself
And I said
"Look for the light,
In the dark,
Piercing pin-prick
Catching your eye.
Go towards it
Go forwards
Because even though it's tiny
It's there
And even though it seems so far away
It's there
And each step you take
Takes you closer
To the light."
I looked to myself
I had stopped crying
And I managed to crack a smile
I wiped my tears
Stood up
And walked towards the light.
Nobody’s Favourite
I know how it feels
To be nobody’s favourite
Maybe I’m a friend
To some even a confidant
I’m fine with my role
I’ve come to love it
No expectations
A stark lack of affection
I’m fine
I’m fine
I’m fine with it
I’m trying to convince myself
That being alone is best
There are things I miss
The warmth of a hug
Tingly feeling of kissing
I’m trying to convince myself
That I don’t need it all
I’m totally fine
I’m fine with it
I’m nobody’s favourite
I’m nobody at all
But I’m somebody to me
I’m me
And I’m lonely
But I’m free
Back again!
Hi. Not been on here in an age, thinking of trying to get some writing on here again. I have been working on something, but it's only a snippet of a thought. Might post it, we'll see.
eyes open, world spread bare...
the shame - how did I miss this?
how did I let this happen?
things have flipped so drastically
but at the same time...
nothing about who I am has changed.
I am who I've always been
only....
I hate her a bit less.
the framework around me has turned upside down
but I am still me.
I realise it all looks better this way
it's calm. it's home.
it's freedom.
This resonates. I love it!
I have a lot to catch up on, not been on here in an age!
Where We Fit In
In the glistening dark over screams a song unfurls out of nothing and nowhere
that sounds as though it was crafted by time itself as it dictates our heartbeats.
Raw, right then, never sung again. I discover it as if I was there wide awake that night,
thrust into a real world I could believe in. I listen and time is not distance
traversed on train tracks, time makes me new like the melody woven on the spot. Spiders’ silk,
mulberry spinning, the screams throwing out the PA imprint on me how what passes,
imperfect, surreal, becomes what lasts.
I LOVE this!
Stars sizzle, burn up, explode, scream and die above - we said, “it’s pretty.”
Another Day
And so, another day passes.
Another missed target
Another failed goal
Another promise to myself broken
Another piece of myself fading
Another back pain
Another struggle to walk
Another bout of disgust at my weight
Another lie to myself that I'll do better tomorrow
Another day of my life wasted
Another tick of the clock
Another feeling of self-loathing
Another cry
Another bad thought
Another night spent with my regrets
Another
Another
Another
Another
How does this change?
How does this end?
Is it always just going to be another?
Probably.
In the meantime
Another day comes.
am scared
(via)
This past few weeks have been weird, and I don't know where else to write this but here. I know I have my close friends and our group chat, but I don't wanna burden them with this. I'm not handling it all as well as I could be, and at the moment I just feel unprepared and useless. I don't know what to do.
I feel like the reason I've been affected so much lately by things is because I've not felt anything for a while (with the occasional nice times changing that briefly, in those moments), and this most recent thing, being a bad thing, despite not even directly affecting or involving me, has hit me like a freight train.
Sorry to whoever reads this, I just needed to vent.
sometimes, the only time I feel like people like me is when I'm pretending to be something I'm not. I really can't blame anyone but myself there. but in my defence, I don't really know what I am right now so I may as well be what everyone wants me to be - but I don't have the energy.
People say they just want you to be yourself, but then when I try that.... It doesn't often yield positive results, and then I'm back to just trying to fit in and please everyone. I don't know who to be anymore.
I feel this a lot myself, like my real me doesn't feel like it's enough, so I end up just shrivelled up and becoming a shadow that nobody notices.
What I can tell you is there are people, like me, like our mutual friends, who love you for who you are, and done expect any particular version of you.
We accept and embrace any version of you that you wish to show us, whether that's a tired potato, or an all powerful meme queen. You are very important and special to me, bestie ❤
Its only taken us several years and two separate visits to get a selfie, but here we are, me and @lydiateasedale, doing an inside joke as per usual 😂 our entire lives led to this moment, and we get to wave hoodie sleeves about 😂
EXCITEMENT!!!
I can't wait to see @lydiateasedale this weekend! Maybe this time we'll actually get a picture together instead of just drinking and screaming powerthirst lines all over the pub 😂
maybe I just want
to live my life at last
tired of safe, careful,
shrink, hide, quieten...
I want to shout
I'm not dead,
not even a living death,
and you know what?
believe it or not folks
I can be capable of playing it safe
while still holding out my hand
to someone who deserves the help.
don't worry, I'm not the girl you think I am
or the girl that pretty much anyone
thinks I am.
even if you think you're close...
you might be, but you still don't know
the things I am capable of,
the strength I keep stored for emergencies
and the knowledge that
my naive cutesy crushing
is only the top layer.
beneath it lies a guardian force
constantly assessing,
always looking at every angle,
just in case.
I may be smol in height
with a baby face
but I am so much more than you know.
power runs through my veins
that no one can ever take from me
and many have tried... and failed.
I cannot
and will not
be broken.
I fucking LOVE this!!!
