#pouring out

[ssoggynoodlee]

how do people idolize those in the jirai community. this sounds kind of judgy and like "lol why woild you do this i don't get it hahahahehedjifh!!!!!!" but i don't mean for it to come across that way i jsut dddont. understand. i think

[emmacastle]

Tonight when I stared at the sky ,

It felt like it silenced my alarming soul and my raging mind, in those few moments I observed every shade of the vault of the heaven , every corner of the clouds and every scar of the moon. I felt I was the child of the sky. Like the nights are meant for me ; like she wants to look into the horrors of my heart .The sky listens , she weeps with me , she shines on me and like no one else she’s there for me. She’s teaching me to be brave , brave enough to be beautiful in all my of shades. The journey from the darkest blues to the vibrant hues. I know the sky is SHE. ‘Cause she’s just like me 🌌

—Betty🌙

[modern-wilde]

We looked into each other's eyes for the very last time. I wanted to pour his tears into me and leave with a smile, but the elixir in my eyes wouldn't stop.

We've our own paths, our separate journeys but I hope. I still hope that one day our paths mingle once again. And this time it will be forever. The forever I dreamt abt. The forever that's safe and stays with me when the world won't.

Biding him the final goodbye, but I can't let go. My fingers fuse with his the way tree roots fuse with soil. The way roots need the soil, in the same way, I need you. But I don't know if I am sassafras or a nymphaea who doesn't need soil to grow.

[saltgrave-prose-poetry]

Anyone?

My heart wants to be

With anyone but me.

The problem is that

I matter.

People sometimes love me

And I don’t like it.

I don’t like to be seen

Or held

Or even listened to

Most of the time.

I would rather disappear into my skin,

Only pouring out

My affections

When they could be unnoticed.

It’s a terrible burden

To be so young

And so full of quiet malice.

I hate existing in a world

That demands I be passionate

And touchy,

Yet hates my sensitivity.

My emotions are my brain -

It makes them after all.

It is just a waste of heart

To try and accept

The love others think I want

Or need

Or deserve.

What am I supposed to do with love

That I can only clumsily return

For lack of knowing how to keep it?

Let me hand someone else

This klutz of a heart.

It leaps from me so blindly, so constantly,

That I no longer feel like bandaging it.

I am growing tired

Of playing bungie cord

Or a comical net under a waterfall.

I fail to contain my love

For my feelings do not care to stay with me.

So someone,

Anyone,

Take this stupid heart.

Put it to use for you.

It may be a hand-me-down,

But it no longer fits me,

And its worn edges are ever so soft.

Perhaps it can still be recycled.

- Shae Saltgrave

[darkness-pulled-me-in]

I don't want to talk to anyone else if I am not talking to you

I'd rather be alone

[darkness-pulled-me-in]

When I try to be happy, try to be close to someone, and they remind me why I shouldn't

[darkness-pulled-me-in]

I wish I could just stop missing you all the time