words i forgot to say

if you got a second chance to pry your lips open , what words would you give the king's men to share with the world

[wnq-writers]

You deserve to be more than medicine for someone’s loneliness.

maxwelldpoetry, writing prompt #65: write a ten-word-story (via wnq-writers)

[tremblingwarsong]

mama, you say fat like something between a profanity, and a curse and i don’t know if i’m the witch or the victim in this story. was i cursed on the day of my birth by an angry witch with slow metabolism or was i the witch who was always too hungry for the world; did i eat something i wasn’t supposed to?

there’s a girl across the room in a dress, and you look at her with sharp vulgarity. you say “don’t people look in the mirror before they leave the house” and i stand there looking down at my pants that i haven’t taken off in years, and wonder if you’d say the same about me if i ever wore a dress, or a skirt or shorts-“ fat girls aren’t supposed to wear things like that.”  “ you need to remember your size while dressing”

there are scratches on my stomach for every time you’ve told me how pretty i’d be if i was thin. there are belly aches, and hunger for the nights you commented on my plate- all the things you do not see. there’s sweat on the back of my head from hating myself so much. mama, its tiring.

i do not have it in me to hate myself anymore. i do not have it in me to be thin, and pretty; take your fat girl to the store, and get her a dress. show her the mirror. she’s tired of being hungry.   THE POEM I’D NEVER WRITE //  NAPOWRIMO 30/30 [LIT NIGHT * 30 Poetry Prompts for national poetry month 2017-  Begin with the title “The Poem I’d Never Write.” Then, write that poem.]

[sarahmariepardy-deactivated2018]

I looked at you,  And then I wondered, Why, Why you, And then you smiled, Your dopey little smile, And my heart stopped beating.  Then,  And only then,  my heart didn’t feel so broken But instead, Complete.

Veltra Fang  (Written and submitted by @veltra-fang-poetry)

[alaskaisnothere]

Cry if you need to, there’s nothing wrong with hopelessness and feeling like you’re sitting on the bottom of a dark well. Say it, there’s nothing wrong with feeling sad. Don’t look furiosly for happiness, you will find it eventually at the end of the rainbow, when the sun shines again.

giulswrites (via giulswrites)

[sir-t-a-e-p-s]

Ready to breathe

Anger rattles along my fault lines It sings through the fractures of my bones Yet fatigue soothes my soul with weakness I'm left too tired to let out a gasp and vent it I stand ready to scream But kneel with no breath to breathe I'm a mortal burdened by hope In the darkness before dawn ....tbc

[sir-t-a-e-p-s]

Whisper lest I lose hope In the crowd of adversity, Judge my ways for lacking Faith While drowning in a sea of doubt And when the sun fails to rise, Tell me the tunnel ends around the corner While complaining about life From your golden throne

[lonesomebigmike]

ADHD

My heart beats against my ribs; a maniacal anthem I could count the beats, but they’d hold my mind ransom Ritalin, just a little sin Aderall, I won’t be fat at all Stratera, stop staring Concerta, won’t hurtcya Daytrana, for that day dreamin Methylin. There’s no Meth in them I just like being able to talk to you without you thinking I’m weird. And sometimes it’s cool to get my work done in class. Sometimes it’s cool to be slow enough to read social cues. Sometimes it’s cool to remember to communicate. But in reality… I’ve just realized across the years that you like me better this way My natural speed is 1.25 times yours and it just doesn’t quite add up to walking beside me in life I love you. But too few of you see things like I do, it leads to social binds. And I’d rather change the chemistry of my brain than try to change your minds

[sir-t-a-e-p-s]

In a world that’s broken Will your love stick? Will your touch mend what’s broken in me ?

[thoughts-into-ink]

I’m not meant for a home. I’m not meant for people and things and a house full of photos. I’m meant to wander. I’m meant to chase stars around the world. I’m learning how to be okay with that.

from an unfinished story #650 (via thoughts-into-ink)

[kt-rants]

[sir-t-a-e-p-s]

Hate is the burden of exhausted stars………

(via sir-t-a-e-p-s)

[depressionarmy]

There comes a point where you no longer care if there’s a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You’re just sick of the tunnel.

Ranata Suzuki (via depressionarmy)

When they talk about Faith Why does the leaf fall?

[sir-t-a-e-p-s]

Losing a religion

While bathing in the eye of the storm We ponder on the epiphany of life Where people drift out of sync And time lies idle in tears

Is it in this moment we lose our religion?

Or better yet what is religion ???

[tremblingwarsong]

to have my art be about me[us], and my creative process to be linked with no affirmations apart from my own[orhis] to be art, and the artist for myself[us], first and for most, and not think about who’s reading. to take back art, and claim it as my own. to do it for myself; because it makes me happy. because i need to, to survive. to have it be a survival technique again, rather than a popularity contest in my head-to bury the toxicity of it all / to let me breathe.

[sir-t-a-e-p-s]

ASHLEY MAWERE A TEACHING FOR THE DISTANCE Scream for war as men are born Shout for peace as wives fall asleep Suffering wil...

I who dares to question if nothing is true

I who cares to understand what is permitted

Should all creation seek to follow,

which liar is then deemed wise?

In the teachings of a father help me gain understanding

In the nurturing  of a mother educate me to heed knowledge. 

[sir-t-a-e-p-s]

ASHLEY MAWERE A TEACHING FOR THE DISTANCE Scream for war as men are born Shout for peace as wives fall asleep Suffering wil...

Scream for war as men are born

Shout for peace as wives fall asleep

Suffering will be a battlefield for the children to inherit.

Let those who remain hold fast their swords

Let those who march clench tight their shields

but my hands are weary to fight this war

A war whose faceless foe I care to question

A battle between menyet women draw the plans for war

Teach me a lesson for the distance of life

[sir-t-a-e-p-s]

Far from my touch

I'm twisted in my mind Wrapped around her finger I lie Kiss her  goodnight forgetting to say goodbye Surely I'd kiss and tell  But you , you'll never be mine