#mindnomming

[wnq-writers]

Dear stomach, I know the caterpillars have long since turned to butterflies and have been fighting to escape. Please. Just hold them down long enough for me to talk to her. Dear heart, I knew she was real when you tried with all your might to climb out my chest and into her arms. But it’s too soon for you to call this love regardless of how her voice makes you dance. Dear hands, You shake like an earthquakes lost cousin. While normally this wouldn’t bother me, I need you to be still so every piece of me doesn’t spill out. I’m already a teetering game of jenga from the idea of her touch. Dear legs, Take it one step at a time. We’re walking towards our love, not our demise. Hold me long enough to reach her. Dear mind, No, it’s far too early to be thinking of her on your wedding day. Let alone panicking about her breaking up with you. Dear lungs, Release your hold. I know she takes the air right from you but if you don’t breathe we are all going down. Dear mouth, Follow the plan. Act cool. Don’t roll over yourself like the stutter of self confidence we possess. Let your charm do the work. Dear ears, Act like you didn’t just hear her speaking about her lover. Act like you’re as deaf as you are small. Please. Dear eyes, Hold back the tears from reality. Don’t let them know you’re hurt. Don’t show your weakness. Dear world, Why are you so cruel?

mindnomming, writing prompt #48: write about desire

[shareaquote]

Little did I know the first time I laid my eyes on you that I was looking at the rest of my life. If I were to go back in time and warn myself, I’d laugh it off as a cruel joke. How could the stutter of a person, me be somehow lucky enough to be allowed to love someone like you. Someone who’s steps are the roses to my garden of happiness Someone who’s voice is the calm to any storm that might rage in my head Someone who’s eyes I could look into for an eternity and feel infinite Someone who’s mind is as addicting as the most illicit of drugs, and just as fun. Someone like you. I’ve never been so disillusioned to think that you aren’t perfection. You are. I’ve thought so since the first time I heard your laugh and known so since seeing you get so excited about Ikea. And snow. And babies. And bowling. And a whole lot of other things if we are being honest. But thats exactly why I love you. I love you because the world is an exciting place when spent with you; and God knows that you make me feel unstoppable. With you, my days are no longer numbered and my greatest depths are crossed with the distance of my voice to your ears. With you the 6:00am sun is just a gift to see your face sooner, and the train a chance to think about you. And think about you I always do. So I promise to be the best I can be for you. I promise to kill those scary bugs, I promise to midnight dance with you, I promise to hold you when life is just a bit too hard. I promise to close the caps all the way, and I promise to never let a day go by in which I don’t tell you just how much I love you. I love you like plants the sun, the ocean the moon, and the birds the sky. I love you, and I always will.

Casual Vacant #Wedding Vows I Never Spoke (via @thecasualvacant)

[wnq-writers]

The first time I encountered depression it was a bird chirp in an ocean of ducks. There it was surely, but I was too preoccupied learning how to swim to pay it mind. The second time it was a pebble in my shoe, annoying it was and pain it caused..but with enough shaking..away it went. The next time it was a pimple on my face. It wasn’t nearly as big to others as I felt it was; prodding and covering it only made it worse. From there it became a sunburn, it hurt to move from my bed and even the lightest of interactions felt futile when red and painful.. And just like that Before I knew it, it was the very ocean of ducks I grew up swimming in…except for this time, the waves pulled me down and no matter how I swam my chin dipped far below.. Depression consumed me. It consumes me. There are days that I feel the brightest mornings would be the ones stained red with my memory I’ve nights that seem far less dark than all thats in my head See, Scary movies are only scary when you haven’t already looked at death sixteen times walking to the very theatre you’re barely present in. Depression was a bird and now it’s an ocean with a wandering eye to all the sharp objects in the room. Depression doesn’t fade But that doesn’t mean you should. I’m here. We are here. Just ask and we will build boats for every ocean that follows. Just ask.

mindnomming, writing prompt #54: write about self-love

[wnq-writers]

A letter to her, You’re uncomfortable because it implies movement. While you’ve done so and taken the liking of one who matches your checklist, I haven’t. I still lay here alone and think of you. And on some level, I know you still think of me too. See, I know you love me. I know that if things were slightly different, it would be my hand in yours and not his. But you’re embarassed by me. You’re embarrassed to love one who is years your younger and not there yet. One who’s still very much landscaping his world to perfection while you’ve already gardened. You’re embarassed to love… me. I understand why. I understand that time is a ticking clock and it will move without us. Yet, to say I don’t wish it were different would be a lie. To say I don’t wish to be with you..is a lie. I would be good to you. That much you know. But, It’ll never happen. That much I know. I just hope in the end, when I find someone who’s remotely in the same category of the blossom of you, it doesn’t break us. Because I will always and truly love you.

mindnomming, writing prompt #67: write about an almost relationship, which broke your heart

[thecasualvacant]

Peace is foreign to poor men

But the rich are punished in pieces

Partners are punching bags for emotions

And nothing makes sense

To have the capacity to create

But never heal

It's only appropriate that life always fails

Such a shame to be made in moments of loud instead all our quiet and down

So many nights more than any have known

When you were just alone

It's whats there that should be meaning

Because only your bedsheets know you

They feel your heavy moments and crashing heart

Cascades of human emotions

I wonder how far you are from that person

Maybe they would say

I'll never ask.

[thecasualvacant]

I saw you through shards of porcelain

Each a shimmering fractal of memories both past and potential

Glimpses of moments hidden from my own sanity

Everything that was wrong with where we were standing

And who we are holding

You still shift my gravity

An impossible urge to close space

To find silence in your scent

To breathe the bed we lay

To break from assigned reality

We settle for good if perfect exists and our souls never bounce back

I hope you still take care of the pieces of me you carry

I feel yours in the early mornings

I hear them in music and lose myself in moments that singularly exist

I see them in silly places

I've not been truly myself since

It's hard to lose the person you were only yourself with

That person only lives in these silent moments

I love you more than anyone still

I hope thats alright.

[everyonespoetry]

Casual Vacant #Mneumonic Memories

Actions are mneumomics for memories A muscle memory for a time long past the conscious realm- The fire birthed from the flint of a lighter kissing its steel is far more than the light produced, it’s a warmth of memories, its high times and bedside fun, it’s brightness in a time that was otherwise low. It’s every laugh that danced from your lips like daisies and its every verse of love sung across cold skin.  That music? That’s more than the hip-hop delights that tune our ears like radios and time our dances like clockwork. It’s the silent binding of two persons escaping reality, it’s the foot to the pedal driving of someone racing their own freedom to the finish line- its..its the mantra to a secret held behind brown eyes. A love affair that nobody has to know.  Those eyes like optimism and golden like the future- they are so much more than the vessels to a world of view, they’re the windows to a soul of depth greater than any distance known and the Morse code to messages only my heart seems to interpret. They’re the raise of love in my chest and the longing for bed still nights..with not much rest. Actions are mneumomics for memories. I’m just so glad that many of those memories, are you.  Honeypoo.

An original poem submitted by  mindnomming

[jenmarii]

I'm not here to tell you tomorrow is another day. That the sun will go on shining, or there are plenty of fish in the sea, or any of that nonsense. What I will tell you though is, it's okay to be hurting as much as you are, it's okay to be down on yourself, wishing for it all to go away. This is not only completely valid, but necessary because it makes you human. I can't promise you it'll get better any time soon, but I can promise it will eventually. Take all the time you need, Be strong. <3

thanks friend im trying