Misty.

𝒾 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎.

[anxietyproblem]

[a-full-moon-and-blooming-flowers]

Take care of your mental health this autumn. You deserve it...

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

May your hyperfixation always have lots of content

[mystique-moonflower]

Although

It feels good to love a human for once.

I wake up on days end, hallowed in nightmares

And a dream sleeps by my side.

Mornings and showers don’t scare me anymore,

In sleep I salvage.

The horrors continue to leave their trail,

But I’ve been teep toeing around them,

Maybe this time I’ll find home

The end of this road is a flaming hope.

I wake up —

And I finally wake up.

[mystique-moonflower]

No One’s Coming For Me

Today, I find myself more abandoned than ever before. I cannot help but believe - I have been and will always be abandoned by people I love. No one is different - not my parents, not my best friends, not the guys I have loved - I don’t feel like living for anyone else. I am only 24, but I have already had a lifetime of it.

No one’s coming to save me.

[mystique-moonflower]

Where the worlds don’t cry we lived

A soft white meadow made of glass,

We would sleep there.

When the wars in the skies bled

We would look up from our meadow

And enjoy, thinking it was rain.

It was poison.

When the war from the skies called up for you,

I sent you, thinking you would call me up as well,

We’d build another white meadow up there -

You’re here with me now,

On my skin, on my hair,

When I close my eyes, I dream about you building our house up there,

And in the rain I drench,

It’s no longer poison and it smells of you.

Daylight - forgiven; absence- forgotten.

[mystique-moonflower]

A Sunflower Patch at Midnight

Under the enchanting glow of a silver moon,

Where shadows frolic in whimsical delight,

A magical field of sunflowers, basking in the gentlest radiance,

As the clock strikes twelve, delicate blossoms dance and twirl, unfurling their petals in the embrace of the midnight winds.

Whispering petals, soft as a dream,

Their countenances gazed skyward, twinkling stars adorning their orbs of wonder,

Sipping on the whispers of the moonlit hours,

Every delicate petal, ablaze with the fervor of passion's fiery embrace,

In this enchanting night, dreams seek solace.

[mystique-moonflower]

I Want to Spend a Birthday in a Graveyard

(soooo... I turn 23 today. I wanted to be concerned for having written something so macabre today but meh. whatever. Enjoy:))

The earth hums beneath my feet,

a low, wet whisper,

a hunger.

Candles flicker in hollowed-out skulls,

wax melting into empty sockets,

dripping like marrow from broken bones.

The cake is soft,

too soft,

damp with rot,

the knife slips easy through its sponge flesh.

Names carved in stone grin at me,

silent guests with hollow throats,

mouthing secrets to the worms.

A melody lingers,

thin and sour,

scraped from rusted throats,

dragged through dirt and teeth.

The wind sighs,

or is it laughter?

A slow, rasping joy

pulling at my ribs,

tugging me closer,

closer.

The earth hums beneath my feet.

It is waiting.

[stay-close]

“At some point in life, someone will love you more than what you’ve expected. Be Patient and learn to wait, because sometimes a patient person receives the best love story.”

— Unknown

[mystique-moonflower]

Can I recommend to you “the tools” by Phil Stutz. I’m no doctor so I can’t tell you if you should or shouldn’t take antidepressants, but perhaps this book can help you find a different way that might help you find both happiness/release and continue writing poetry.

Thank you so much, I’m sorry I’ve been off hence I saw this late. But thank you thank you thank you that you care:)

[mystique-moonflower]

I see you

Yay.

[mystique-moonflower]

Hi, Ayu.

I hope you are doing well. I like you're writing content here.

Keep going. In a good observation.

Warm Regards.

anonymous

Thank you so much:)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

Virginia Woolf, Night and Day

[mystique-moonflower]

Soooooo ever since ive been taking anti-depressants i havent written a single poem. Maybe its the bad with the good. But i had to, just to known that i still can. So i missed a few doses so that i could feel everything that kept me writing. Its not very good, very rough around the edges, but damnnnn it felt good to write again. Now back to my serotonin.

A Tale Gone Supernova

How could I tell you?

When you were at your happiest,

I was an empty can.

I silently kept begging you for some stars that you painted with in melody,

To hammer some in me,

Even though the pain would half kill me;

This abyss is so so scary.

I still look deep into the stars

My sky is prettier now that each have gone supernova,

But tiny drops of fire raining

Has my skin melting.

I'm not upset because that's how my empty can is finally filling.

[mystique-moonflower]

It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[mystique-moonflower]

Weird, very weird.

[matrose]

imagine being the first ancient person to realize that the ocean and their tears taste the same. imagine realizing that your sorrow and the waves share a taste. i wouldve gone crazy

[mystique-moonflower]

Pareidolia

(the tendency for perception to impose a meaningful interpretation on a nebulous stimulus, usually visual, so that one sees an object, pattern, or meaning where there is none.)

Can I just cry?

I just want to sit on a bench

And make everyone around me disappear

Or simply close my eyes

And let no inhibition hold me back

And just, cry. Sigh. And again, cry.

Maybe after a while I'll be bleeding from every slit I made along the way

Thank God, finally;

Maybe I'll bleed out and hopefully still be breathing,

But however the bleeding comes, I don't want to stop crying.

I just want to cry looking at the road

How everyone's going far afar and taking a turn

Rushing to reach the point where they began

And I am standing at that point,

Where they begin running away from.

I too want to chase myself

But what can I do,

I'm tired from all the crying.

But don't get me wrong,

While everyone is rushing to win a race inside a circle

I'm running in search of the stables,

What would you know-

You think I'm a survivor of infernal pain,

But I'm a victim of my own vandalism.