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[zoebelladona]

                                        yellow flicker beat [x], for @naatsue

@siblingartists challenge: blackout poem using your sibling’s favourite song

[thecosmicfaerie]

Was there a time before the petals were plucked from my body?

The swollen, angered sun swallowed up my heart— but I think I still have it in me to love.

Only the god of darkness can have me now.

He knows how to be tender and licks at the shadows that come crawling from between my ribs.

He leaves sweet kisses trailing like starlight along my neck and fragile night-flowers bloom everywhere our bodies touch.

I found something growing in a graveyard after I was more ghost than girl.

There was a time before Midnight called me Lady, but I can’t remember what I was made of then.

All I know is darkness took me in when the only one I spoke to was death.

And the sound of that soft night calling me Queen pulled the sorrow from my eyes.

— A.W.

[bluerosepoetry]

i. people will come and go from your life. let them. don't fight for them to come back. if they left in the first place, you don't need them. ii. when your heart is first truly broken, you will not want to wake up. do it anyway. keep on fighting. you will break down the first time you hear their voice after they leave, but you will heal and come back stronger from this. iii. stop trying to turn yourself into a wisp of a human to escape what has been done to you. you deserve to be whole. iv. you are magic all in your own right. v. you can love yourself more than anyone ever has. you don't need anyone else's love to feel complete.

five things i learned before i turned seventeen//alix rose leary

[overtherainbowandupyourass]

“I don’t know why I can’t seem to get a breakup right.” Everyone’s eyes turn towards me, gazing quizzically at my seemingly strange statement. “What do you mean ‘right’?” someone asks. “I mean I always seem to fuck something up. Whether I’m being dumped or I dumped them, the other person always says I’m a bitch and that I fucked up and that really its my fault, and I don’t see why I just can’t seem to do it right. Why they always say I did something wrong.” The room fell silent and I immediately regretted my word vomit. Someone piped up, “It’s because you let them.” “What do you mean?” I was genuinely confused. “They tell you you did something wrong because they know you’ll let them, and they know you’ll apologize.” I held my breath for what seemed like forever. “Oh.”

[thecosmicfaerie]

If I’m the flint and you’re the flame

what’s to stop the spark from tearing us apart?

So I keep company with kindling, while you conspire with the air.

But tonight,  I’ve got a taste for fevers; tempt with your wandering warmth.

My eyes shine with wildfire; All I need is one touch to combust in startling light.

— A.W.

[bluerosepoetry]

the silvergirls are grinning at me again, their mouths opened too wide and their teeth too sharp to be comfortable. the bonegirls have taken up residence inside my rib cage, poking and prodding at my insides with their pointy fingers, searching for any kind of reaction from me. the sirens are calling to me, but for the first time in ages i don't have to listen. i do not know who to be when i am happy. so much of me has been written over and over into depression and anxiety and borderline personality disorder that i often forget that there is any part of me left. what i am saying is that every day was a bad day. i was always tired and i didn't ever really have a reason to wake up in the morning. but since i've met you, the bad days are not a constant. i'm still tired, but i'm slowly regaining the life that had been buried inside of me, crushed by all the weight on top of it. not every day is a bad day anymore.

[thecosmicfaerie]

sibling artists project: a blackout poem of your sibling’s favourite song ~ for @avolitorial

no fire burns wisdom fails, it all keeps on

Blood so cold No innocence,

we expect the Fallen should have known better

What is paradise

We’re fighting The venom when will we learn?

grace Isn’t who we are But What about us isn’t enough

— A.W.

[thecosmicfaerie]

I have held creation, with its milk pouring from my fingertips.

There are no rivers I haven't touched, bathed in, left a piece of my soul.

The wind  likes to chase my mane etching its love With rough kisses  on my cheek.

The earth invents new ways to love me every day;

Its in the dirt, the branches, In the cry of every bird;

All of this, for you, my darling.

— A.W.