Weirdo

On Miraquill as “moja_dusza” ENFP/INFP 70s Poetry

[firstfullmoon]

Wanda Coleman, “Obituary”

[shilotis-the-weirdo]

A free agent

Now caged

Independent,

estranged

Separate

Yet stuck.

I tried

But no luck.

[thoughtkick]

“I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.”

— Kurt Vonnegut

[shilotis-the-weirdo]

My goal in life is to be able to say every New Year’s Eve that I was concluding the happiest year of my life.

I aspire to make every day greater and every smile bigger and every hug longer.

I can’t believe all the living laughing and loving I did that year.

Maybe I’m cheesy but it doesn’t matter in the end because cheese sometimes makes the dish.

Being cheesy isn’t a bad thing if you’re nachos; and it’s nacho business whether or not I’m ridiculous.

I love to love and I live to live and I aspire to have aspirations and I be to be. Don’t make this more complicated than it needs to be. I am what I am and I will not be what I am tomorrow. I’ll be what I’ll be and I can nourish what I want to flourish and dig out what I don’t want to see again next year in the flower bed.

I choose to enjoy this crazy ride we call life. Thank you for what you choose as your contribution to the collage that is my life, even if that’s nothing substantial if you’re reading this you have run into me at some point even if just on this post.

[shilotis-the-weirdo]

Life is hard

And people suck

And in our minds

we get stuck

In all the trash

That people say

And all the things

that we pray

We hold their hand

While they cry

And look at them

But they’ve died

So who am I

When I don’t know

Where I want to go

Countless funerals

Innumerable breakdowns

So I’m just holding on

to the one I know

Will be there wherever I go

I trust but I don’t know

Who I am

Or what I know

[shilotis-the-weirdo]

I’m discovering my style

And fixing my head

Starting to make sense of the letters I’ve read

I found my life loves

And murdered my insecurities

I am who I meant to be

I look beautiful and can see

I can walk

I can be

I am wonderful

I’m an adult and I stayed

I waited it out

And I made out ok

[shilotis-the-weirdo]

[macrolit]

“Why can’t I be different and original, like everybody else?”

— Vivian Stanshall (1943-1995) British singer-songwriter, author, and poet

[glowithin-deactivated20220219]

To the woman I’ll be this year, may she be happy, healed, and whole. May she glow and grow into her highest self. 🥂

[nunmajor]

[mentalquotes]

[lorienfae]

Oh the road signs you see!

my own photo, seen yesterday.

[haikkun]

WE are the poets of Tumblr. Every single one of you has impacted me over these years and I wouldn’t be the writer I am without your support. But our writing community is struggling… partly because of decisions of Tumblr, partly because of collective hurt in the world the past few years. I cannot bear to see anyone else disappear. Our community needs CPR… And it will NOT come from a Tumblr update or a lift of banned tags. We need clear and immediate triage, for blogs cut off from support, and that will come from US. Let us show new writers what it was like to walk into Tumblr years ago.

Join me in this challenge to immediately help the community! Please feel free to share, reblog, and tag writers in the comments (up to 5 per comment, or up to 50 in reblog text) to spread the word! I believe in you!

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[promqueendyke]

aleksandra waliszewska // yves olade // joy priest, horsepower // richard siken, wishbone

[theambitiouswoman]

[thoughtkick]

“You need someone that loves your soul more than your body”

— Unknown

[ritikajyala]

All my teenage years, I had bottled up anger and grief and promised myself I'd never cry but when I sat down with her hands in my hand and looked her in the eye, all the anger turned into tears. I sobbed for hours and she sat there, rubbing my back. That's when I saw. Growing up is also tearing down walls, it's also letting go of the anger.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned