sleeves of grass

[wnq-anonymous]

I am made of little rooms full of thoughts, emotions and memories. You cannot define me by listening to me once. I’m too complex.

Anonymous

[sleevesofgrass]

Leopard printed carpet I’ve had it since I was 13 I rest my head on its fake fur and look at the walls covered in books books I’ve read and meant to read I am back home Hanging in space with fantasies to keep me afloat I’m old I am not old Heavy and light Alone most of the time Excuse me while I break down in my privilege Always needing pain I feel old I am not old Scared of never achieving anything And desperate in my incompetence to reach to touch to mean anything to anyone I’m tired I’m tired 23 sunken in cheeks dark rings blood in pee I’m hanging in space with dreams to keep me afloat.

are you home? /// vagabond-fox

[sleevesofgrass]

To the one with mixed emotions and open ended questions; Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what you are. To revel in your beauty, and be content with your flaws. To stop the incessant wandering of one’s mind toward the belief that they are not worthy of the love in which they receive. Do not tilt your head up to observe the horizon for the next sign of trouble. Do not wait for the lightning to strike and the clouds to shift from pure white to a cataclysmic grey. But rather look straight ahead, beyond the horizon, and let the rain trail down your cheek and kiss your jawline merely when it is time. Allow your mind to travel further than a body can take you and discover the many wonders of the world. Make it a habit to express your appreciation and to throw kindness around like confetti. Speak with passion and conviction and enliven people through the use of words, art and depth. Learn. Educate yourself. Allow your hardships to transform the mere ordinary to that of something extraordinary. Forget the surface, challenge yourself and dig until you discover the core of who you are – do not float, dive.

100 letters for you / letter #1 /// flxorite

[sleevesofgrass]

You might think I’m caressing your skin But I’m tracing all your lines and curves And committing them to memory Because soon you’ll leave again, the way you do And even my fingers will know the loss of you

all of me misses you /// myremarkableplace

[sleevesofgrass]

“You’re so sweet; now, where’s your expiration date?”

aelodove

[sleevesofgrass]

A Warrior’s Love

Strong and wide, were your hands. Like the only thing they’ve ever hold, was a sword. Still I always wonder how, it would be like, If they’d ever touch, a women’s skin.

Dark and deep it sounds, your voice. They say it’s right for, battle roars. How would that, same voice sound. When you spoke of love to she who deserved.

Courageous and tense it beats, your heart. For it has only been struck by the loss of war What if, someday you meet the one The only one, who can settle it.

/// mbruinsm1

[sleevesofgrass]

"i. My hand was out the window, my mind lost on the road, my bones were freezing and it was such a beautiful pain. ii. The first time we colided our eyes catched on fire and I felt my heart slowly free itself from its icy prison. iii. He repaired my heater but I never used it, not once, his presence made the house feel like summer. iv. We could walk through a snowstorm but if he held my hand we were suddenly walking down the shoreline, the hot sand warming my feet all the way to my heart, forcing a smile on my blushed face. v. His lips were cold and I swear I could taste his sadness. vi. It was a winter night and as I saw you kissing her my blood began to boil. vii. My house heater is now broken, and so, I can only shiver at the thought of you." and you were such a lovely temperature🔥❄️

why we burn /// darkmind-whitesoul

[sleevesofgrass]

Imprison me in the words of the unwritten history.

moonchayld

[sleevesofgrass]

Some people’s affections are flames from a dragon, momentary and scarily hot. But personally, I would rather cause a slow burn in the unseen depths of someone’s emotions.

b.e. barnes

[sleevesofgrass]

You were my fifth kiss and my first love.

4:44 am /// zzzenobia

[sleevesofgrass]

Her thoughts feel like prayers. Her heart beat is an explosion. Feelings drop like bombs, while the voice in her head talks on and on.

b.e. barnes

[sleevesofgrass]

You know I wasn’t born lonely I became that way When saw myself as lowly In the face of someone else’s day

i wasn’t born with low self-esteem /// thewolfsdeal

[sleevesofgrass]

She covered her mouth as if it would stop the thoughts. “I’m sorry. I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I can’t. I can’t,” her voice almost chanted. “I can’t live in the past.” In silence, her hands dropped from her face. This is what was haunting her. It shouldn’t have been surprising.

when you talk back to intrusive thoughts /// b.e. barnes

[sleevesofgrass]

If we could float away from it all, I think maybe we would. Bid this sleepy little town goodbye, climb into a bright red hot air balloon speckled with hope and a bright future, And drift into the vastness: far past the edge of the deep canyon and beyond the soft sunrise too. We would greet the new day hello and sail onwards with the clouds at our side and our dreams in our pockets. You take my breath away.

eloquenceseeker

[sleevesofgrass]

And when I am around you i feel like an overflowing handful, slowly slipping through the little cracks in your delicate fingers because I am far too much for you to hold Pouring every ounce of myself into hands that cannot hold me was my first mistake, I’m scared falling in love with you might be my second

too much /// trippyvibes1969

[sleevesofgrass]

It’s not that I don’t love you it’s the sound of glass shattering and my mom drunkenly stumbling into my room face dripping crimson leaving the floor a vast sea of blood and it’s the nasty names falling from my father mouth and tears falling from my mothers eyes and the bruises littering her body and the blood, so much fucking blood. It’s not that I don’t love you it’s the time my older sisters boyfriend broke up with her and she didn’t leave her room for six days because getting out of bed was just too much, she nearly went to the hospital on day six, I think he took her will to live with him when he left her. It’s not that I don’t love you it’s the week my best friend spent at the mental hospital because her girlfriend fucked her ex. They think she was trying to end her life but I think she was trying to fill the hole in her heart with a bottle of prescription pills, I spent the next month watching her break her teeth on cheap liquor bottles and turning her body into a canvas with a twist, you see the paint was red and the canvas was her wrist. It’s not that I don’t love you it’s that when the first boy I fell in love with told me he never loved me I chased two bottles of pills with some liquor and spent the night throwing up everything inside me but my love for him, a week later the “nice” lady at the mental hospital asked me why I wanted to die, I told her I didn’t want to die at all I just wanted to feel something other than the pain of him leaving. It’s not that I don’t love you it’s that time I got a call from the ICU because my cousin was in a coma, the doctors told me they had to shock his heart to bring him back, when he was finally stable and could have visitors he told me she left him so he tied off his arm and shoved a needle into his veins because somehow that hurt less than the knife she shoved in his back when she left him. It’s not that I don’t love you it’s that I do…

it’s not that i don’t love you /// trippyvibes1969 (inspired by extrasad)

[sleevesofgrass]

I met a boy. I met a boy I tried my best to ignore. I met a boy who scared me, With his diamond black eyes, That pierced me to my core. Eyes that were always fixated on me, Filled with fire, passion, Knowledge and desire, Intoxicating intensity, All towards me. I met a boy who Pursued me relentlessly, Recklessly, Hopelessly, Obsessed to possess me. I met a boy who made me smile and forget, Made me stress, and regret, Made me hope and try, Made me fall and cry, Only to rise up again. I met a boy who taught me The true meaning of loneliness. Who enveloped me in solitude, In the darkest parts of the night. Making me want someone, Who was never truly mine. I met a boy who promised to be My knight in shining armor, And said he’d come back for me. Who unlocked the door of my frozen heart, But never came through. I met a boy, Who said he’d love me forever, But galaxies and eons wouldn’t be enough, To describe the abyss of space and time, That separates him and me. I met a boy who says I’m the “One”, Who promised to catch me when I fell, Deeper and deeper in love. But he’s the one who’s blinding me, Teasing me, With false promises and dangerous dreams, Of what could be. I met a boy who says I’m first in his heart. So why do I feel lost and last in his life? I met a boy, Who came to me, In the guise of a man, Wanting me to be his better half, If I gave him the chance. I met a boy, Who leaves me aching for romance. I met a boy who gives me rotten flowers, Phantom kisses, empty texts, and Hazy memories of what we once were. I met a boy who has me waiting… Waiting for messages that never come, Replies that come horrendously slow, Killing me softly with his lack of effort, But this is something he’ll never know. I met a boy who has me stuck, Not knowing whether to trust his kind words, Or listen to his cruel deeds. Should I move on, Or set myself free? I met a boy who is doctor, Injecting me with his poison, But refuses to give me the cure. A psychologist that drives me crazy, Disrupting my senses, intuition, and logic. I met a boy who has me wasting away, Dying of a lovesick heart. I met a boy who is truly frightening, He is a ghost, a zombie, a vampire, A murderer and a monster. I met a boy who is a teleporter. He disappears and reappears, As he pleases. Making me wonder, If he’s as genuine as he seems. I met a boy who is supernatural, Having the power of life and death—over me. He revives, Only to kill, Over and over again. He does so with incredible skill. I met a boy who could be the devil. He tortures and torments me daily. I met a boy who could be an angel. A luminescent shadow, Who can deliver my soul. I met a boy who could be a warlock, Casting me under his spell. I met a boy who’s got me trapped… In a never-ending hell. I met a boy who has me questioning, If any of this is real. I met a boy who needs to know, That if this is what you call love… Then it’s something I’d rather not feel.

i met a boy /// alanah