Naked Musings

@shockxtoyoursystem-blog

"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed." -Ernest Hemingway Thoughts, questions, ideas, revelations, etc. Mostly unedited, raw, incomplete. In no way are these written words "good," but they are out for you and for me. Ask is open: would love to hear your voice, your opinion, your story. You.Private replies off anon. All welcome.

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here there

with or without you

i

was always misplaced

#spilledink #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #insomnia #you #indigo #indigo child #indigo children #misplacement #misplaced #unbelonging #infj #missed connections

your name in my mouth

i like the way it fits,

oh i like the way it feels

#5 6 7 #spilled ink #spilledink #spilled thoughts #you #name

i remember when i caught your attention

you are an empty vessel

bouncing off of each person

sharing shadows and comparing sanity

hoping to find a delicate balance of reciprocity

(what you really want is to drown in obsessive love)

how could empty feel so heavy?

our demons play well together and the voices

quiet down to a sweet hummed melody

A shift of the tainted soul.

"thank you for your story, thank you for the shared

secrets and whispers

common scars and slamming bodies

the drained darkness and pouring light

i will take all that you’ve shown and give to

another

my gift to you:

an empty meat suit

all of your own.”

but it seemed so foolproof

starting to feel the full pressures of being a twenty-something year old and oh my god everything planned is crashing down like glass dominos there’s nothing i can do to stop it so i sit and watch and smile

another set broken another three months to pick up all the pieces—eight to nine months after finding tiny sparkling shards stuck to the surface of your skin. another

i only wanted to be something to you

year wasted.

you clumsy little fool, you.

#spilled ink #spilled thoughts #personal #trailing thoughts

but, there is beauty in aloneness.

there is beauty in the silence and beauty in the stillness and most of all beauty in the full presence of your own being.

i can't imagine anything better than my Solitude.

#thoughts #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #writing #hm #quote #poetry #poem #maybe #idkkkkk #hi #it's been a while #aloneness #solitude #silence #still #presence #loneliness

perceived realities and truths

every now and then as I type my finger will slip and accidentally hit esc

esc

escape? i don't need to escape from this page why do i keep hitting esc

esc

i don't feel the need to escape esc

i wonder if it is just a constant slip of the finger my Subconscience or just familiarity

escp

reality

#spilled ink #poetry #reality #perception #perceived #esc #escape #truth #truths #written #words #writing #spoken word #maybe?#would like to try #work in progress #poem #working title

what you need is a hug.

i will hug you tight and embrace you fully until you stop speaking and your mind stops being crowded with thoughts..before the storms come rolling into your heart. i will hold you until you feel at ease and feel safe. i will keep you afloat. i will not let you sink. lean on me. hold onto me.

light and warmth is what you need. i know you're scared but trust me it will be so good. what you need is to be held tight while you shake and twist about and once you've exhausted you need to be held up. you need air and warm breath pumped back into you.

i will hold you. hold onto me.

#writing #prose #maybe #idk #letter #holding onto you #draft #rough #support #not my usual writing #no fluff #depression #spilled ink #spilled thoughts

you are not empty, despite the hollow feeling. you are whole. whole with light and pure essence.

and when you feel sad, remember the presence of your own breath

it is enough to give life; and that is a beautiful thing.

#spilled ink #writing #written #words #poem #empty #sad #full #life #light #essence #depression #poetry

There are too many pages dedicated to you.

you, you who don't even belong to me.

do i even want you?

i just want you to spill out

and i think you want me to do the same

i think we're just waiting for the other's first move

we are such desperate lonely people, searching for a connection,

claiming that we love our solitary when all we do is crave for touch.

we want to be seen only to those who wish to find us.

i'd let you into this mystery if you'd let me into yours

show me what courage tastes like

the memory of you

these nights are getting longer without the rise and fall of a warm chest

i whisper words of comfort as i grasp the empty space next to me

restless with your lips pressed to my ear then to my neck

breathless— you are not here

#spilled ink #late night #thoughts #writing #poetry #poem #loneliness #crave #ache #miss #written #words

fake plastic flowers for the living

real fragile flowers for the dead

people only know what you tell them, and what you tell them is the only thing you know

at least for that moment.

maybe you'll still know it in the next, and maybe you knew it before but do you know it now?

is it still applicable? they want to know.

don't bother telling them, they already think they know.

they don't want an answer, no explanation needed!

they just want to take a peek in to your twisted and dark mind.

only you know that at every bend there is a light, just for you your very own!

and what they perceive will be their own.

#spilled ink #writing #poem #poetry #spilledink

when my mind gives me nightmares

when my mind gives me nightmares--

when it flashes images of twisted human bodies with bones snapping breaking in every step eyes possessed one popping out of its socket jaw released held up by mangled muscle and monsters covered in dried blood and meat some sort of meat you can still feel its heat when it breathes down your neck that stench that stench of-- something like sulfur no-- it wants more more: more of it all it's coming reaching...

i just become the thing itself only more twisted more dark more thirsty more hungry and scare it right

(before it gets me.)

RAHHH motherfucker!