#poem sorta

[maldreathezora]

Dear kids I'll never have:

The doctors say you are impossibilities.

Meanwhile, two more women in my family just got pregnant.

Am i jealous?

i have over twenty niblings, that is, nephews and nieces who are like siblings to me.

But they all moved away. I only get to see them through screens.

I had a dream last night that somehow, my husband got me pregnant.

I felt guilty from the relief of waking up barren.

My body is burnt out from fighting cancer for 7 years now.

I have, all in all, given birth to myself several times.

I've let my body break and painfully mend repeatedly.

My body can't sustain any extra life.

This is curious to me, as a woman who questions everything.

Of all the things cancer took, my fertility is the least of my issues.

I lost my sexuality, but maybe it was a good thing.

i'm discovering my asexuality. And it's a good change.

As an ace, I actually feel more comfortable.

I regret all the mistakes i made just because i was horny.

But i guess that's normal.

I wish i could have had kids. I know I'd have been a good mom.

I barely have the energy to take care of myself.

You're just going to have to be born without my crappy genes.

Maybe you'll read this and get something from it.

Love you.

[morg-among-the-stars]

I would trust you to see the parts of me that no one has ever seen

The odd birthmark on my thigh, the scar on my back or on my elbow (the latter from when I crashed my bike as a kid)

Complete trust, complete vulnerability

I would let you see it all and do with it what you will. Though, please be gentle. Take your time with me and be as gentle as you can

I am inexperienced, never wanting to make a mistake, to disappoint you

But I would trust you. Oh yes, I would trust you to see me. To see anything and everything that I am; all those pieces stacked together or torn apart

Laid bare or shrouded under cool sheets, I would trust you

[beanie-works]

WritersMonth2019

Day 16 Prompt:Soulmates

Sound 

Of

U

Laughing

Makes

All

The

Emotional roller coasters of my life

Simply, worth it

[hithisisadeadblog]

it's a sin to be a rose and not a dandelion it's a crime to be a tree instead of a cactus it's an insult to be an ocean rather than a pond

[hithisisadeadblog]

the ones who protect freedom in the day are the same ones who stalk through the dead of the night, looking for a fragile soul to steal, to break it into negative energy they may consume. others' sorrow serves as a motivation. it’s how they stay alive. "me? a killer?" they say, and a harmless laugh escapes. "that's ridiculous." but the fear of the unknown becomes anger. anger becomes rage. and deep inside, they know it too. the earth keeps on rotating. the stars keep on shining. the chaos keeps on destroying. and the universe is silent.

[bornsteph]

Amateur hour:

The darkness should have ended,

 when he disappeared,

 it took hold,

 grabbed my soul,

 capturing any light or sign of happiness,

following me like a black veil, 

Oh darkness let go

let go.

Memories ringing in my ears,

crumbling thoughts and signs of life,

forgiveness should be worked for, 

yet you grabbed it like it’s your craft,

Oh darkness let go

let go.

Forget the past they say,

let go of it, 

it’s not the matter of me letting go,

but the shadow taking hold,

of every piece of nurturing strength i own,

Oh shadow man free the hold,

let me go.

(Please leave recommendations and tips on writing. I’d love to pursue writing, and would love help :) )

[dagodeiwos]

There I was Hiding everything in what I couldn't say It's all coming back to me The whispers of the past Little lines fed to me And in my rapture I kept saying In a perfect world But there I fell always into deep doubt Letting the devils take me away And leave me distorted, turning Horrors in my wake Always Fighting back to where I need to be Where I wanted to be and see perfection In those who will rest With us with me Then the sensation The feeling The realization That subtle yet great horror of being alive Waiting on an answer From the moon that smiles And stars that radiate Things so subtle as True love What ever it is You define that as

[dagodeiwos]

I weep in streams Of deaths that do not exist Am I corrupting everything? Am I leading them astray? Let me promise you this My heart has suffered in pangs Of deconstructionist love Almost every day Kali at the helm of my egos Destruction To this state of just Wanting to try To see or believe again For the things I've wrought My body writhes awake What am I What am I What am I doing I truly don't know The thing I manipulate is myself And I'm at the mercy Of what dark dreams Make my body shake in Looming depression That yes Fixates So much On the thoughts of Did I corrupt you? I wish to tell you You're free but maybe there's A motive I'm not seeing I'm so scared of hurting what I love But I do it all the time Don't i But maybe there's more to this dream Than meets the eye I keep hoping We can atleast have those subtle moments of peace And you can understand I seek to let you make your choices I am here Now To relieve karma When I can do so And let be What something tells me Tho I hark at Must be