Subtrist Musings

in the dark night lies my soul so calm

[anviblog]

[think-through-pen]

Turmoil

There is a silent numbness in my heart—

it breaks, and breaks the reverie of mind.

This living, throbbing flesh has come apart;

the torment has been rough and less than kind.

Hark! the wind is slithering through grass;

Death shall spare no jolly lad or lass.

But soon, this tempest will subside

only to fall anon and rise.

Away, away, my eyes are full!

I need not you, nor words of lie...

No way, no way, can I then pull

away from you. Words don't lie.

Midnight is when this love is ripe,

but fits of terror seize me whole.

The beads of sweat on forehead wipe

away my worries, calm my soul.

My nerves are still, and I am calm.

The peace returned is my balm.

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[ur-daily-inspiration]

[nursery-deactivated20160926]

one of my favorite sensations is when you can feel the ocean nearby without seeing it

[subtristmusings]

Gravity

I see you shine in the crowd that savors your glory Fiercest of elements would agree if I adored you to a fault Oh well, your gravity is mightier than my cry for you in this story

Show me again, what's worth worshipping within this plight Something tells me I will beg to differ While your nectar laden gaze sustains me for a fortnight

Dangle in front of me, a path I can't follow if it led me to a midnight sea My ink falls short in doing justice to your pull Your fleeting presence tells me this can never be

I will feel you in the moonlight that you must be looking at this moment that the night conspires How I would follow you to the ends of the earth if you utter the words How I would let you shatter my heart if it fuelled your command that everyone admires

As much of your incendiary attraction I can stomach which triggers in me a quake I will pen my feelings and send them to the stars that do not align for us But even the most fearsome solar storms can't stop me from basking in your wake

--- The Creaky Writer

[give-soup-please]

raise a glass to the posts you love that end up deleted. to the fanart and fanfics you lose track of and can't locate. to the blogs you used to look through that ended up unexpectedly disappearing. to the things you didn't archive because you always assumed they'd be there.

[reptil-enjoyer]

[alphacrone]

“you should be at the club” i should be by the sea. i should be in the mountains. i should be awestruck and rendered speechless by the majesty of the natural world. if you even care

[subtristmusings]

Clove Laden

Sandy dusk and heavy hearts Truth spoken amid clove laden smoke heals me in parts Call my bluff, knowing smiles we borrow Seething tempers and consuming sorrow Protected hopes afraid from being dashed and trampled on The storm beneath dissipates into the clove laden smoke, a piece I mourn Heart lightens and bond tightens for this broken maiden A fleeting anchor, see you in smoke so clove laden

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Painting by Holly Warburton, A face in the crowd

[subtristmusings]

The First Wave

I close my eyes and dream of a place

The island on the other side of the calamitous ocean

My raft held together with scions

Will it fall apart at the hit of its first wave in my indevotion?

I close my eyes and dream of a face

One that must lend me sails to set

Instead it hammers on the cracks

Will it heave me back from the first wave with the remorse I beget?

I close my eyes and dream of a heart

The antidote to my exhaustion and anguish

But the heart is broken and cuts cracks into mine

I try to make it to the first wave sans it before I perish

[subtristmusings]

Meet Me In Every Universe

If I can't say it ever, I'll say it now in this verse

Please meet me in every other universe

Even if fate obstructs the path in its crowning

Take my hand, stop me from drowning

You said it feels like family when you spend long enough time

I knew it in my heart your song and mine rhyme

I send out my prayers into the cosmic thread

That unites us in a timeless pool of rearranging emotions unsaid

Our silences have the loudest nostalgia

We sit among words that spell so much that ease my dysphoria

If I can't say it ever, I'll say it now in this verse

Please meet me in every other universe

[subtristmusings]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 🎶🎧💜💙🤗

Helloooo Rickie, how are you?

@exquisitecrow has also tagged me in a similar challenge a little while ago and I couldn't respond 😭

Anyhooo, I shuffled my playlist and here are the first five songs that come up:

Stella Brown by Jelani Aryeh

Greek Tragedy by The Wombats

Ghostride by Crumb

Meteor Shower by Cavetown

Are You Bored Yet? by The Wallows (ft. Clairo)

This is an indie pop/rock playlist I shuffled (I can't get myself to switch genres in one music sesh hehe), so these songs came up :)

I saw both of your posts on your music shuffle and we have similar tastes, gotto love that <3

Love

The Creaky Writer

[vangoghcore]

by alexbeckett_

[exquisitecrow-deactivated202403]

The Restraints Of Hope

The past continues to hold me back.

Even now. 

It almost acts like a chain.

Chains that not even bolt cutters can crack.

So instead, I'm stuck.

Reliving the very moments that created those restraints

And all the while, I'm quietly wishing

Wishing that these bounds would loosen

Hoping they would stop carving into my skin.

But they never do.

The shackles just continue to drip with crimson.

As I continue to hope.

By: exquisitecrow (Makayla) *meee*

[happyheidi]

[soul-struck]

my dad was talking about how love is a ghost. it slips under door frames, lies forgotten in the attic, leaves the windows open for the breeze to blow in and scatter the papers on your desk. love is a storm, it's what haunts you at night. he said that love is a ghost we chase our whole lives.

my mom said that love is a garden you water everyday. you can poison it, or grow it with love and sunlight. there will be disasters that uproot your garden, but just like the patience with which you wait for plants to grow, you have to let your love grow back like apple blossoms after a winter storm.

maybe the most important question you can ever ask someone is, "what do you think love is?" because understanding is instrumental to love. you have to love someone in their language, you have to fight for someone who thinks that love is won after a hard battle, and you have to wipe away the blood of someone who thinks that love is a sword held by its blade.

[subtristmusings]

She's Not Your Enemy

I see through glistening eyes the way you look at her

Like she’s an unleashed monster setting fire to your treasure

I hear through the creaks in my door, what you say to her

The words she is used to, tear my heart asunder

The daggers of hatred shooting from your eyes in this battue

The poisonous spite you spit molding her waxy heart ever since she saw you

She’s not your enemy, yet in her tolerance is an expanse of battleground you find

She’s not your enemy, yet you purge her of the sins that exist in your mind

This is shattering my heart and soul as I ask your anger, “Where are you from?”

She’s not your enemy, yet your treatment of her weighs on my peace when I do anything to becalm