Shaken Twice Never Stirred

whatever comes into my mind and out of my fingertips. enjoy

[shakentwice]

its happening all the time, the space i call yours is mine.you keep me together and put me right, remind me who i am tonight.

i know you gonn' set me right. its in my nature to take flight. But you promised me safety on solid ground, I know you wont let me down.

My hearts been out of touch a while, a spoon of sugar wont help me now. But you light is my refuge, and hope abounds. i wont forget to wear my crown.

Thankyou for clarity in who i am in you thankyou for not letting me forget it.

[thecollectibles]

Art by Perry Dixon Maple

[naturaekos]

“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”

—

[aidashakur]

learn to be done. not mad, not bothered, just done. protect your peace at all costs.

[forever-deep-in-thought]

“You killed two birds with one stone just so that you could claim them as your own.”

—

[shakentwice]

trails of carnage wasting space in my heart

my head

my hands

woe to the lines etched into my form

mistaking my scars for a map,

impeneratrable from the north or the south

walls forced up in anticipation for things that would disapoint me

disrespect me,

disreguard the light quietly raging in me

that requires too much of you

and not enough of you

woe to the space wasted on thoughts of things that dont belong

my space is my own and my heart is my home

never again will I fill myself with anything less

than the love that God has for his daughter

nothing less

[shakentwice]

That Bliss tho...

There's so many words in my head I wish you could hear. But the ones worth writing keep jumbling around like they don't have somewhere to go. They do they really do! 

The burden of writing weighs so heavy on me I think because it is the very best of me. Plain and simple. Black and white, 0s and 1s for days. The blueprints to my heart laid out in front of me, secrets to the deep abyss that is my rainbow pie spirit. 

But its taking the pieces apart that is painful. Ripping away layer after layer of band aid residue caked on over the last decade is the grossest thing, but when the skin underneath feels the warmth of the Sun, everything starts to be made new. 

[shakentwice]

So sick

Of bad dreams with twisted endings that leave me feeling some type of way. I woke up 3 times and each time I went back to sleep the circumstances got worse. The emotions more and more intense and I couldn't even stop it bc I've been sleeping so hard when I do actually sleep. Running from sleep keeps me busy gets things done. I still don't know how to run from myself. This invisible string that holds my heart where it is feels like it's strangling me, dragging me back beneath the current I struggled to swim out of.

[shakentwice]

[shakentwice]

I’m always the one to break my own heart just for thinking it cant b broken again. Some things aren’t able to be repaired just like some hopes are never ment to be realized.

[shakentwice]

[aleena209]

Dragonflies

I feel it all the time now. The small cracks in my facade that were plastered over slowly begining to spread. Fine as they may be I feel how deep they run. How much they hurt. Tiny pieces of my life chipping away beyond my control, falling to dust on the ground. But underneath my embers still glow. There’s been a fire inside me that’s been covered for so long it doesnt know how to breath, how to burn away the air, to transform it into raw energy. I wish I still had control of my heart but where it is now I’ll never know. Buried again most likely, under a fine layer of ash that is falling from my sky like dirty snow as I burn my whole world down around me. I don’t think I’ll be needing it anymore.

[wingbeifong]

help

[shakentwice]

Haven't heard this for a while it smells like senior year

[shakentwice]

How much deeper

Can i dig into myself? How deep does the pervebial rabbit hole go?

Folding in on itself over and over until what's left is undistinguishable to the rest of the world. Who would see me? Who would care. These questions need no answering, there would always be someone.

But would they be better off longing for something lost, or possessing what they hold so dear with open hands. The patient rarely misses the poison pulsing through their veins after its true nature has been revealed. How much deeper can I dig myself. How much more can I hide.

Am I a goseboy or a goose. An oak tree or a termite buried within. A spring storm or a hurricane waiting to release and disperse itself to the atmosphere. It would be so much easier to blink and disappear.

I think I know myself but I know better than to try and guess. Ignorance will continue to drain my spirit, but in return give protection from the thing I fear most. Me.

[shakentwice]

[shakentwice]