• Amelia •

introverted edgy writer girl || 16 || She/Her || currently working in my first poetry book!

[resonance-of-libra]

This is the Lucky Ace. Reblog to recieve a wad of cash that is oddly specific to your current needs.

[jukaidream]

I reblogged this shit two days ago y’all… what kinda sorcery is this. Oddly specific too …. I’ll take it tho 🤯

[thisisasinkingship]

I think I did it wrong

[comic-girl2234-deactivated20240]

Uh I reblogged this like 3 days ago and I start my new job on Monday??? Like idk how you accidentally find a job but I did.

[caprifreak]

I need to get paid asap so pls ace help

[caprifreak]

I GOT PAID I GOT PAID!!!!!! MUCH MORE THAN I EXPECTED AAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOU ACE

[musinvenusian]

I legit have a specific amount i want in my head rn it better come true 😭

[riyerose]

I ALSO HAVE A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF MONEY I WOULD LIKE TO ACQUIRE, PLEASE HELP

[autumn-new-moon]

This has worked before, so why not again?

[witchling-guidence]

I could really use a miracle. So why not

[acewithdnd]

im super broke let’s see some magic people.

[fuxkyourdiamonxs]

I want to go to McDonalds 🤤

[bbblackcats]

[weirdlandtv]

[psychedelicanvas]

Ah yes a spooky boy.

[thebitchwhogotburiedatk-12]

[psychedelicanvas]

Doesn’t matter how old I get melanie will always hold a place in my heart and I’m bummed I didn’t get to see her in tour :’(

[psychedelicanvas]

Perfect Girls

“I’ll show you how to really live” spouts out her pursed lips , pours out like a tin canister starting a stream.

Tracing along is mountains of gleam where smiles creep along caverns and the stars coincide bursting with time, leaving a sparkle in her eyes.

She radiates ultraviolet fireworks of melancholy grace that recite the whole ballet on your skin dancing along the guiding goosebumps

She is simply perfect.

She premeditates each step, practices the raise of a handle to be so neat that the fae can sleep soundly.

Her voice is as gentle as the feathers on silk wings.

So elegant many want to pin her up.

Observe through a microscope,magnify in on the slivers of existentialism, pluck out her flaws with tweezers, leave her for dead shivers branding her ego.

She craves perfection so much so she succumbs herself into artificial amber sap, preserving her beauty, Hardening her authenticity.

Beautiful girls don’t cry. Pretty girls don’t whine. Perfect girls live life as A play with the world as a stage.

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I’m finally writing again and off my schedule of reblogging old work (it’s a lil eh cause I haven’t written in months) also if you couldn’t tell “her” is me lmao.

[psychedelicanvas]

Your Marionette Girl

How exactly do you identify A fake Friend?

Step one asses the situation at hand,

however it is hard to asses when you’re snapping harsh words coiling around my neck,tie a noose wrapping my loneliness into its knots.

Step two do they reach out to you?

Yes. But only when they’re nails deep in my arm blood pooling at their fingertips, flinging me back.

Step 3 do you watch what you say around them?

Oh honey, I am knee deep in eggshells crackling upon stress, but hey we’re best friends right.

You’re a viper sinking your teeth into me while I deny the bite.

Your heart aching

Bone shaking venom

Speeding in my veins.

I am a marionette to you’re strings of manipulation,

misleading the crowd as I flash a soft smile and pretend the blood coursing is warm and I am alive, none of which is a familiar feel.

But hey.. we’re best friends.. right ?

[unclefather]

[psychedelicanvas]

This is so cursed I love it

[psychedelicanvas]

Shipwreck

My frigid fingertips tuck hair behind your ear, grazing against your neck.

Fogging up the windows with my steamed breath.

I am content yet counting the minutes ticking on a clock awaiting a shipwreck.

Watching the lights on a skyline dimming as I am skimming my seasick memories.

I am clasping you’re hand so. I don’t get lost again, it is tasking because my mind is a lethal killing machine,an overthinking monster.

They say all good things come to an end, but baby I am begging you stay, who the fuck is they anyway?

I pray to an absent god that what we have is binding.

That the lipstick stained love letters are permanent, that you’re touch is everlasting

[sixpenceee]

[mrkiss4513-deactivated20190729]

@batgirlbrit

[batgirlbrit]

Ahahaha I feel attacked 😂

[jessdrawz]

[psychedelicanvas]

Yes I like this

[psychedelicanvas]

New hair

[psychedelicanvas]

Anxiety

My heart beats against my rib cage trying to scratch its way out, I don’t blame it.

My stomach contorts into different twists and churns,I yearn for air however lack of is Intoxicating.

Sends me into a dizzy haze silhouettes of my anxiety multiplying pointing intrusive fingertips they laugh and gawk, swirling in an incoherent daze.

Endless worries ooze out of my mouth spew across the space, spreading with each movement.

My teeth chatter on the tip of a pen as life slows down, yet pounds on my chest.

Cold bones clutch a pillow case, wrap around your neck tightening just to make it go away.

But anxiety is a silent killer. Attached to you back to back, drawn like moths on a lamp.

Makes you it’s human shell, as it grows like a parasite. Feeds on your fears, plants inside your mind.

My anxiety is not to be romanticized. It is not your story trope or fun little quirk.

It eats away at your brain as it festers, growing into some type of sick slug slushing around in your belly. Ripping your organs out from your mouth, until you can no longer swallow it down.

A lump in your throat forbidding you to speak. My anxiety is a terrible thing.

[psychedelicanvas]

Fall

Fall, holds A alike scent, tickling your nose with them aroma of crunched leaves, hear the crackle beneath your dirty beaten down shoes.

Crackle like the fire that shadows orangish reds painting among the horizon of days end. Dance with the galaxies above forming in ultraviolence.

Knit sleeves flop in this poetic breeze, sway with the trees, they prance with the pattern of fall, trickling their seeds for fall is blooms Eve.

Lightning cracks it’s whip in the disarrayed clouds before a storm, thunder tearing the sky in half, it sobs Luke warm tears pooling at your feet.

Sips of hot cocoa comforting as they slip down, past your tongue burrowing In your belly.

Sweatshirts, long sleeves, crackling leaves, warm drinks, this is what fall means to me.

[somberdayss]

I have an undying love for mushrooms. I spent an entire class talking about mushrooms to another mushroom fanatic. Mushrooms are good and smol, u should like them too <3

[psychedelicanvas]

I made A YouTube ACC For my spoken poetry, artsy films , and young writer ramblings. I might branch off into other stuff but I really hope you support it!!

[creek-nymph]

[psychedelicanvas]

I’ve been swamped with school work but I came up with an actual story line for a non poetry book and I’m so proud of myself.

[psychedelicanvas]

Neon baby