Scattered Hours

thoughts from the in-between | she/her | writing and art

[poppiesandpromises]

The tepid tea slips

Down so easy— harder to

Swallow love gone cold

[shawnvalsean]

Glimmers

Glimmers twinkling in the dark

Fireflies, all they are

Trap those fireflies in a jar

And never let them out again

They will haunt you, So just wait

Until they suffocate

in that little jar

Full of glimmers

of Hope

[scatteredhours]

why did you speak to her like that, bitter and sweet all at once, your venom coated in treasonous sympathy? she is young; your words wash over her, but they will wash into her as well, molding her into a reflection of your own bitterness.

but maybe that's what you want.

[scatteredhours]

it's cold.

it settles in the bones,

coats the fingertips,

slows the heart.

it's december,

another year gone by.

it's cold,

but there's peace in that.

settle in, warm yourself—

we'll be here for a while.

[titsay]

[jamietukpahwriting]

the passionate will to live consumes me

rebirth surrounds me a catalyst for my own growth

maybe if I remain rooted I can reach the sky

~~~~~

Crimson Spring by Jamie Tukpah

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[scatteredhours]

Dare I ask you to see me as I am?

It's easier to play pretend,

soothing your ego with my

carefully crafted platitudes.

[creatinghelen]

I am a mosaic of everyone I have ever known and loved and touched and I find fragments of them in my playlists and how I make my tea. we may not know each other any more but we will stay connected like this. I hope a fragment of me is with you too.

[heartcountry]

i love when poetry does that (makes every moment of my life stack on top of one another and sit on my heart until i am sure every cell in my body remembers it is alive again)

[wordsforpower]

“Do you think you can forgive?” my therapist asks me. I shrug. “I don’t see the point,” I say. 

-my poem

[scatteredhours]

it would be easier not to try, i think—

but in truth,

it's easier to move forward,

to look back on both failures and achievements,

than to look back and see nothing at all

[jordynhaiku]

Shakespearean

Our old texts become

a new tragedy to read

when I've drank too much.

[metamorphesque]

— Natalie Diaz, Manhattan Is a Lenape Word

[marycholy]

I often wonder how it feels

to be met with intention

and not just

attention

[kraaico]

Writing down my silly little thoughts in my silly little notebook

[scatteredhours]

a little notebook makes my thoughts feel a little less silly

[scatteredhours]

I thought eternity might wait for us

insignificant as we may be

under this infinite starlit sky.

I thought we might pause beneath the rising sun

enamored by its light and our company,

in no rush to leave each other's side.

[ghost-inacup]

Would you love me if I was a worm?

You say yes without a thought

I bite my tongue and stop from asking if you would love me as myself

Would you love me tarnished and blemished

With flaws and sins abound

With difficulties and insecurities

And days with madness wrought

Will you love me as myself

Difficult to handle and oh so human in my existence

Or would you like me to be a worm, uncomplicated

[scatteredhours]

A WORM, UNCOMPLICATED 😭

[ghost-inacup]

Would you love me if I was a worm?

You answer it without a second thought

I imagine our life together

Us crawling around near the river

I would be cold after a while

And you'll gallantly offer me your worm coat with a smile

Would you love me if I was a worm?

You ask in return

Forever and always I say in turn

[scatteredhours]

still crying but they're happy tears now!