#anxieusly

[nobodys-nothing]

i'm not sure that i ever did...

[blueribboninmyhair]

god is a punk

[softwinegf]

1) I grew up having to fish for love inbetween couch cussions and the laundry waste basket. I’ve never had enough to spare.

2) I was taught that the cup is half empty, not half full.

3) I never learned to let the scabs heal or to take my hands off the handle when it’s hot.

4) I always knew forever had an expiration date, and that lonliness is the only lover that would stay, like a bad toothache.

5) I grew up inviting bad habits to step on me and grow like ivy until i was more disaster than heartbeat.

6) It’s not my fault i was taught the hurt meant I was alive.

7) I’ve always liked the way bruises look on me.

8) I was taught to bleed long and hard until everything is covered in red and ink stains.

9) I never learned to want the good things.

10) You are soft, and I don’t know how to love gently.

-R.J // Reasons Not to Love Me

[simpllicity]

My thoughts have pinned my eyes open

Bloodshot and blurred

My energy is running low

Life is sucked out of me night by night

Watch my legs give way

Watch me fall

Like Alice

I fell down a rabbit hole

And I’m still falling

Suffocating

Choking on unsaid I love you’s

I can’t sleep

I can’t sleep

Simpllicity

[8lushing]

Girls with now dull claws instead of pink nail beds Girls who are made of fresh meat and old bones Girls who lie in bed with rotting meat and older bones Girls who don’t hide Girls who aren’t scared of the monsters inside their heads Girls who breath fire Girls who can save themselves Girls who haunt your nightmares and your dreams Girls with blood on their hands Girls who howl at the moon Girls who fight Girls who know their worth Girls with fangs Girls like me

Girls who sharpen their claws when they grow dull

[perspective]

Rest your finger on top of a flame and decide on our love. Let it pass through quickly, effortlessly, painlessly or let it stay. Let it burn.

please let us burn // a.a

[nobodys-nothing]

Songs from the Second Floor (“Sånger från andra våningen”) dir. Roy Andersson (2000)

[nobodys-nothing]

uninspired, heavy eyed, paint-stained fingers with bruised knuckles, what the hell happened to you? such a promising little thing, you were supposed to change the world, they told you it was your oyster, all that potential, where did it go? wasted. where did you go? faded. empty pages in long forgotten notebooks, discarded paintings, unfinished, barely started, hazy and frustrated, nothing looks right, nothing sounds right, nothing feels right, every dog has his day, today was not mine.

a poem i wrote today in a creative writing group i started going to recently. we were given a page with a column of occupations, a column of items and a column of sayings. we had to choose one from each column and incorporate them into what we were writing. i chose an artist, a forgotten notebook and “every dog has his day”.

11/09/17