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Going on Hiatus

Ya, so this blog is getting kinda stressful, like I follow far too many people so my dash is kinda clogged and w/e so I'm taking some time off this account and will probably be moving over to a poetry Instagram account soon and will post here when that's ready.

I'll still be active on my other writing blog @luckycatsidereus (where I post more wip stuff than poetry) if y'all wanna go follow that and interact with me over there!

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//Shame, shame, shame//

Who's hand will you take?

What love will you fabricate?

Take control, take control, again.

Craving,

Toxic craving,

I don't want this but

This is how it must be;

Bring me back to her,

It's all I'm good for,

Who would love me with her

Fingerprints still on my cheek?

//summer love/summer heartache//

You feel it now,

Creeping into yourlungs

That stone cold

Crimson weight

On your collarbones.

And she carries with her

That soft song of summer

That gentle sparkling tune

Ringing out from between her ribcage

And you feel yourself

Begin to melt

Already,

Again.

//Last Line Tag!//

Tagged by: @radiowrites

Restless, but still exhausted, he crawled back beneath his quilts and nestled into his pillows, a gentle sobbing escaping his lungs as he gasped for breath.

Thank you so much for the tag! Line is from a little experimental horror wip that I started bc I've been reading Stephen Kings book 'On Writing' haha

Tagging: @letters-of-a-neon-coffee @isanyonetoknow @marewriteblr @idevamvyas, feel free to ignore if u wanna, if you're not tagged but want to do this then go for it and tag me in it!

//who could possibly love you now?//

There is something in you.

Some part of you that is

Deeply unsatisfied

With how this all turned out.

And

Like the sweet temptations of Eden,

You are washed away by

The waves of history.

Not forgotten, not quite yet,

But,

Unreachable and elusive.

-

There is some part of you that is

Consumed with righteous anger

Desperately craving

A reciprocation of the love you so freely give,

And regret (so much regret) now,

Of your loves lost to the flames

And storms of your youth

Like watching the great knowledge of Alexandria

Burn under your touch.

Their hands, coarse and groping, try to pull you away

But the rage spills over

And you cant stop

You cant stop

You cant stop.

-

We speak now,

Only with a snake's dialect,

Venemous and harsh and unforgiving.

Everything about you is broken,

Rhyme-less and detached,

By the metaphorical thunder and flames and thorns

That have ravaged your identity

And left you bitter and violently alone

For the rest of your life.

//what place is safe/what place is sacred//

You should learn,

Now,

To stop repeating yourself.

The world is full of

Paradoxes and rhyme

And you dont belong

Here, anymore.

The universe is full of

Eyes and poison tongues

And you will not survive

Here, anymore.

Your bones are so full of

Trauma,

Inky despair seeping from the marrow,

Dripping from your jaw and across your teeth,

And his eyes are so full of

Distaste and regret,

Green and venemous,

And you know that

Love will not find you

Here, anymore.

//ambivalent, again.//

If only

I'd have known

That crisp Autumn morning

When we first met

That you would cause

So much heartache.

I think, maybe

I would've done it all

Anyway,

Because you are the only thing

That makes me feel alive,

Anymore.

robinsidereus

//When life gets you down, you should try your hardest to get back up!//

Resilience,

They say,

Is a wonderful

And essential attribute.

They don’t say,

Without it you are

Pathetic and weak and useless.

But they look right at you

And you know this is what they mean.

And they tell you this

With her boot still on the back of your head,

Pushing your face into the ground, subduing you,

Teaching you to passively suffocate.

They tell you this

With her fingers still curled around your hips

Fingernails carving wounds that will last a lifetime

And never fully scar.

They tell you this

With the ghosts of his hands still laced around yours

And the tighter you hold the faster he will disappear

And you learn to stop reaching for phantom hands in the dark.

They tell you

When life gets you down, you should try your hardest to get back up!

So you can add a line to your CV that proudly asserts

I am a resilient worker!

And stare into the face of a suffering world, eye to eye, and decide to simply busy yourself, to not think about it,

Despite their desperate, pleading cries for help at your back door.

And drag your skeletons from the closet, one by one, and lock gaze with the eyeless sockets,

Jaws agape, they try to rile you up and let your darkest moments consume you

But you toss them from the bathroom window.

They will not tell you that;

Sometimes it’s okay to cry because you feel so hopeless

And the only thing you’re certain of is that you will be dead before 25.

Sometimes it’s okay to let the ghosts and skeletons cradle you

And to lose yourself in everything that could’ve been

If you hadn’t been so

Pathetic and weak and useless.

To despair is as equally human as it is to hope,

And sometimes it is okay to do both

Shamelessly.

// Cherry & Blackberry & Lost Love //

And if i stop for too long

My throat goes dry

And i cant breathe so

I cant stop

Make it stop

-

My head feels heavy

And i cant even hold

The weight of my own breath

And my heart is

The cherry stone in my chest,

Aching,

And the liquid seeps into the fractures

Promising healing.

Gentle recovery,

To make the trauma lighter.

And it forces my eyes closed,

So it all feels much softer,

But drowning blind

Is still drowning.

Look at them

And how much they dont need you,

Little flower.

You offered them

Your heart

And everything attached to it

And still

They don't need you.

They never did.

//repetitions//

Expressions of thought,

Lost on the world.

They could never understand,

But do you?

Make sense of this

Incoherent babble

In your head.

Is there no other way you can think to say this?

-

Poetic expression becomes

Tarnished

By motifs and repetitions.

Nothing feels more cyclical

Than the way you tell them what happened.

Is there no other way you can think to say this?

//phase 2//

Fragmented, fragmented

So fragile now, arent you?

You always were

Not as strong as you ever thought,

But not as fragile as you pretend to be

Aren't you so

Tired

Of everything they have made you believe,

Starchild?

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//do you know how much this hurts?//

A heart, young and misloved,

Shattered in the dark.

And they scrambled to brush the pieces

Into a corner

Where nobody would notice.

Take your time, take your time,

Hide from the world while you heal and

Maybe one day

Someone will realise that

You were just a child.

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//who will you have to hold at the end of the world?//

Their eyes follow her,

Full of distaste.

The biting cold gnaws at exposed bones,

Their attention is her armour in this bitter winter.

But it got cold, so cold, didn't it?

Eyes fixated on her bare skin,

How long will this keep you warm for?

-

But necessary, so necessary,

They whisper "You should show off that figure more, sweetheart."

An icy touch skirting around the waistband of her jeans.

And she smiles, and agrees.

Ignoring the cold creeping into her lungs,

Fixated on the warmth of breath against skin,

How long will this keep you warm for?

-

Faceless, eyeless lover,

Desolate and worn.

As the world collapses in on itself

And mother nature purges the

Parasite her child has become,

Who will you have to keep you warm

This bleak December?

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//do we have to be so dramatic to have fun?//

I always wanted to make art

Out of nothing.

Well, not nothing, per se,

But out of the somethings we do not see.

To see myself in the

Forgotten lampshades in the corners of the attic,

And to find something

Beautifully poetic

About the way only grief

And a strange, muted optimism

Lingers in the crease of the sofa where you always lay.

I would give a small piece of my soul

Just to put it back into peeling, curling

Wallpaper, in the corner of the dining room,

And make something quiet and stable

Out of the chaos of the contents of a pencil case

Spilled across a desk and dripping onto the floor.

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//i'd almost forgotten what it felt like//

You know that dread.

It snakes between your ribs,

Hollow and whispering.

It is so familiar to you.

The feeling of your heart so fragile in your chest

Like you could fracture at any moment

And spill crimson life from your sleeves.

//3.34am//

I can't believe you, that

You're going to stand there and tell me that

You don't feel this too? That

Almost intrinsic connection that

Buries itself into your bones and

Fills your chest with a deeper warmth than the drink ever could.

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