Just writing stuff.

poems/late night writing/ journal

[stupendouswastelandwerewolf]

Snow white can suck my dick. I don't want to be a princess. I want to be Persephone, cause if I do go to hell it's because I choose to and feel like it. Not because you're scared about it, and have to be playing kind.

[stupendouswastelandwerewolf]

The cool thing I like about writing anonymous is, no one cares about how you look, how you dress, how popular you are, or how much money is your bank account worth. I could be the cashier from la bodega that's in the corner of the street. Or the fat guy working late night shifts as a cab driver. I even could be that slutty nanny that takes care of your kids when you've had enough quiet sex with your undecent husband. In reality I'm nobody. Same as anyone else. I define myself more with a quiet room with little low lights. A soft cool breeze in your face. Or your mother's hug when you've had an awful day. But you, my dejar friend. You're the reason that I write.

[stupendouswastelandwerewolf]

I Know I'm so fucking impulsive, I have to be reminding myself not to scream out of rage, to calm my heartbeat and my desire to beat someone's ass. I've gotten better tho. I have to concentrate on my breathing, I guess it's the only effective way of coping with how shitty reality eventually is. It's Like we're only made expecting the good and happy days only, but quit the shit. Okay? ... Nobody likes pity. So instead of only braggin about how fucked up everything is, try doing something about It for a change. I'm getting out of this stupid town, with its lousy people. I'm changing the Way I talk to man, I'm changing the Way i'm atractting man, I'm tired of fitting . I am way to big, to fit you Know? I don't want to fit. I'm moving to Europe and fuck those who never believed in me. Now I'm unstoppable.

[stupendouswastelandwerewolf]

I Know these kind of evenings never last forever. These were special, it only kind of existed the four of us, as a family. I long that place of uncondional love and happiness, cause we were always together through it all. The comfort of just having both of them by my side. Then we get older and try to move on past those feelings of thinking, "I don't want to see my parents go" Trying to avoid them at all costs. I love you guys.

[redsjournal3]

UNSPOKEN

Some people think I'm rude because of the silent reply

Some people think I'm polite because of the smile in reply

Some people think I'm weird because of being quiet every time

Some people think I'm introvert because I don't socialize

But they didn't know I'm just afraid to speak

Because I'm the person who always messes up the conversation

Because I'm the person who doesn't know what proper words to say

Because I'm the person who always misunderstood by everyone

Because I'm the person who always been judged every time I speak

[stupendouswastelandwerewolf]

Today I woke up and I felt disgusted by the human race, myself included, as usual. And each one of our so called special lives, I'm very familiar to this feeling it comes and goes from time to time, only giving me the necessary space to breath in my anxious mind. Knowing it will all dissapear some day, sometimes the feeling of a complete and dark void scares me but at the end, I feel comfort of knowing that for a fact. None of this shit will matter. Welcome to planet earth.

[stupendouswastelandwerewolf]

Most of the time life itself is a contradiction. Wanna Save the planet? Die. Wanna stop pollution? Die. So much hipocresy these days.

[stupendouswastelandwerewolf]

In the name of all the cunts that have passed before us, I release all woman who walk this earth from any type of guilt. For this is the only chain that ties us to the shame. Claiming back our powers with the birth of Venus, being fire and desire, it's all a dance under the full moon.

[anxietyproblem]

[itsokaytodreamincolor]

We aren’t kids anymore.

I realize this with a heart so heavy I can feel

my ribs splinter with the weight of holding it up.

I didn’t notice the change.

Of how the actual adults expected more of us.

Stopped taking the same excuses that had worked all of our lives.

Your job doesn’t let you take mental health days.

Perfect attendance doesn’t get an award anymore,

It only means you can pay the bills.

We still think we are kids, or at least I think so.

We do the things children do when there is still

someone who is supposed to look out for us.

Forgetting that we are responsible for ourselves now.

We inhale too much smoke sitting on our friends bedroom floors

in front of a mirror attempting to perfect the smoke ring.

We look down the empty bottle that once contained alcohol

and wonder where it all went.

We aren’t kids anymore.

We were told we were, our age made us choke on silence

as our parents argued at the dinner table.

Not aloud to voice our opinion.

We saw more, experienced more than we should have.

Someone should have protected us.

Yet we stopped being kids long before we could

buy cigarettes or lottery tickets.

Most of us did not get childhoods.

I think of one of my closest friends, one of the kindest people I’ve met.

Who was taught from a young age that she was to take care of her mother.

Not the other way around.

That’s not a way to grow up.

I think of myself growing up.

Mostly cuts and bruises, only I did not get them on a playground.

I gave them to myself after the older boy in the

neighborhood put himself inside me.

Thinking that I could remove what he had done by cutting him out.

We aren’t kids anymore.

I think the only thing about us that resembled children was our age.

- [i.r.]

[03.08.21.]

[writing-prompt-s]

The beings stared in horror. They were immortal. Invincible. But one of their own was no longer moving. The glow was gone from its eyes. But more horrifying was the black cloaked, ethereal figure that had entered their midst. “Ah, hello,” it said, “I assume you all are new to this death thing?”

[blackwolftinynightdancer]

Small towns hold dark secrets, maybe this is where all the werewolves are born. The broken, the wounded and traumatized, filled with rage and sadness for all the the pain they had to endure.

[stupendouswastelandwerewolf]

Feeling lonely doesn't have anything to do with being or not surrounded by people, it's about knowing that you are understood as a person. Sometimes I feel closer to people I Don't even know yet. Like the ones that read the shitty things I write. Some Gorillaz song is playing nonstop through the memories I'm having, cause' that's just the way my brain works sometimes. I'm not afraid anymore, the're the freaking sheeps and I'm a fucking Savage. Sorry if I swear too Much. I try to be good. Or better. A fairy princess or and elf from the sacred waters of the silver moon. All the little fireflies come along with us. Let's go into and throught the night. Discovering the wonders of the Dark. My mother. I'll go back to you.

[neoyorzapoteca]

“The way I write poems is I try to let sound lead to sound. And let the next utterance lead to the next utterance. And often I hear myself say, “Oh, you can’t say that.” And then I immediately write it down. Because the thing that you can’t say is the thing that has to be said. You have to be willing to make the mistake.”

— Roger Reeves, interviewed by Kaveh Akbar for divedapper (via bostonpoetryslam)

[quotemadness]

“One of the most expensive things you could ever do is pay attention to the wrong people.”

— Dr. Henry Cloud 

[stupendouswastelandwerewolf]

Let me go on that long ride along the shore, with faraway lights we can see into the night, we drive fast near the ocean shore trying to get away From the shit that people brings sometimes along with the broken dreams and empty suitcases, and some stupid expectations about life. Playing by the rules to become an exxcentric teenage. Having to More sisters always makes life More Fun, and older one and a younger one. I'm the one in the middle. Somehow, I've always felt that was something special for some reason. But special comes along with trauma, mental issues and a bunch of bad fucking decisions. Even tho eventually at some point, you know either way, It's gonna be fine. Im getting in the shower with my clothes on and just watching giant drops fall in my face. I hear footsteps approaching. And Suddenly it stops, just right next to the door. Is it you?

[stupendouswastelandwerewolf]

I just feel that we all need some fucking sincere words to read every now and then. What Are you willing to give in exchange of some love? Acceptance? Either way. Somehow, sometimes. We're all fucked but laughing. And that my friend if you ask me, it's a fucking victory. Cheers to our rebellious asses.