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i am messy and wonder if you miss me mrs - making shitty poetry/art with shitty english/spanish

[missmemrs]

“bottomless rum”

i’m a witch who can talk to cats taking a look from above, nose turned up high there’s nothing ever good to trust moving in a rocking motion, there’s no good feeling in this emotion.

wish you could look me in eye and see the thousand paths i’ve crossed but you can’t not even all my crossroads and bridges marked in the meat of a thigh

simple as one, two, and three end this with a “i’m free” but I’m not i can’t be saved, not even you and never me for it’s all the same

just different paths and different aim

[missmemrs]

happy mothers day

[vanilla-moon19]

Men can not see Unicorns ☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

[missmemrs]

somos tão jovens

[missmemrs]

inspired by for you i hold my breath by lalleshwari

[missmemrs]

“windowless”

torment your mind for the hundredth time again, again and again making misery fit into measured rhyme write it out and tear it out until you have nobody nobody left to confide

erase all your thoughts and memories in your head bleed it dry no pulse that you were ever there, making veins go red

give me peace, give me rest don’t include my name in prayer when i’m gone, don’t ever feel despair So I was never even there

don’t make me out to be good nor blessed don’t play savior in my chest

detest me like a hill you have to climb i don’t like me, i don’t like my mind remember the nasty things i said spit into the grave instead

dull me down, make me depressed it only makes it easier to leave me behind so when i go, you won’t have to rewind no second thoughts, no regrets

[missmemrs]

“undergod”

join our hands in communion memorate the ones who left and scarified their holy spirt to reach a land with no name

traveled more than 5000 miles leaving what you once called home we only hope you preach the verses so you don’t forget what you once were

don’t let the patrons and saints go unblurred or be ostracized from the lords home no longer a mecca you can go back to because you did the pilgrimage forbidden

[mymelodyange1]

[missmemrs]

“dandelions”

blow and they flutter through the wind they listen to every word you say beautiful when you see them, ugly once you use them

wishes to be fulfilled, never kiss them goodbye part of them wishes to be left behind yet they were conceived for a reason to plant and grow human desire

parachuting down, making the generation more dire the rest of the weeds are ripped and torn but these make such beautiful gardens a purpose made to mourn being born

farewell to the lions tooth suns, moons and stars martyr to all

[raindropinathunderstorm]

MonkeyLover101 (2008)

[raindropinathunderstorm]

hopefulauthor (2005)

[mournfulroses]

Olga Knipper-Chekhova, from a letter to Anton Chekhov featured in The Selected Letters of Anton Chekhov

[kassandratchka]

[cluttrbugs]

Before, 2007

[missmemrs]

"march to april"

im squeaking like markers scraped against paper because they crumbled me into a mush of labor when all i needed was a savior is this all i will ever be?

it’s borderline, the temptation to revisit where once was my damnination touching, sensing and feeling sorrowful cries of an angel

it was cruel but i cannot wail covering my eyes at an angle everything has passed, no longer that painful would it be worth losing all those years of healing? experiencing where i curled and died the home that became my jail

they clipped my wings, set me on top of a fridge i was theirs to keep never to mine to begin “it’s safer this way” and time kept ticking away falling down with the london bridge

a sigh of relief leaves my brain without them in it, it’s finally content but that house, that eclipsed light a promise of never forgetting the fight it’s dosed and drowned in rain

i’m searching for any lingering innocence any survivors or next to kin i don’t want find any dissonance, capriciousness i want to find you tucked into a corner or beneath a bed not in bars colored red

but to go back means to find flies in bins rotten corpses, tearful beginnings and endings then i’ll mourn you when i sleep plant white roses for a babies breath and wait for me with lilies in our joint death

[mitskifiles]

Mitski photographed by David Barajas at Auditorio Nacional, Mexico City.

[akidartkive]

By Carl, Age 9, 2009