#writterscreed

[signed-thosemeaningfulwords]

I’m bitter, you’re sweet.

[drmorbius12]

Blue Green Sea

I dreamt I saw Ravi Shankar He and George had their heads bowed Waiting for the sun to rise While I waded through the dark

If only these shades would go away I could taste your pain so deep Maybe I could bring you back Bring you back to me

And we're dancing once again Dancing madly you and me We promise we will never part Laughing in the sparkling sea

We wander o're the bottom Until the shimmering rays Reveal the fading path back home Back home to light and day

Say goodbye to George and Ravi They're happy where they are Making celestial music Amidst the twinkling stars

And we're dancing once again Dancing madly you and me We promise we will never part Laughing in the blue green sea

[makatang-ilongga]

Give me a glass of tequila

Let's take a sip until the last drop

To make me sober from pain

[elegantlylamentingtheloss]

The constellation of stars above depicts a woman made of bones. And I imagine she was ferried there by some dark horse death had a habit of riding. Death, with his swarthy bag chock-full of snow white bones. How radiant the sky must have been when her bones first spilled out upon a clear and moonless night. t. hall

[evergreenwords]

11

My doll is a darling daydream.

A stitch, a seam.

The moon, a beam.

In hearts refused an awful fate.

A dream of love, of one’s escape.

So tethered to that which unjust.

All the lives so run amok.

And then within a princely charm.

A hand to hold, pressed to an arm.

Within this binging there is raging.

This below a gorgeous staging.

It houses my own pure production.

The lives influenced by seduction.

And hats off to the fickle few.

The ones without, the ones imbued.

With ignorance almost divine.

So quick to cry and then resign.

And so this now they are repugnant.

The stench so foul, so awfully pungent.

For that’s the smell of decay and rot.

A price they pay, a price they sought.

So anger now to which you resign.

But here I am. I here aligned.

Without these factors you are foolish.

This inflicted by the ghoulish.

And so this is my own respite.

A world to hold with ones own might.

For I am quite the worthy ruler.

Like a crystal to a jeweler.

And so they mold and I mold back.

The value vested in what they lack.

✧ And so reflected through the prism ✦

✦ I wish to end all “mans” derision ✧

Or perhaps to live with balanced friction.

Maybe magic in my diction.

To seek, to shape, select reflection.

- s.z (Chosen Path)

[creatingnikki]

confession:

still miss the person who never treated me half as well as I treated them. I don’t know. is it because they were funny and made me laugh? and all I want to do now in life is find things to laugh about but not in a wow this is so fucked up there is nothing else to do but laugh. but in a way where wow this is so genius and so random and I can’t believe you just said that. 

confession:

the realization of just how hard I am on myself brought me to tears last wednesday as I was making spaghetti for dinner. is it my capricorn placement? I don’t know. I expect so much, so so much, of myself and I get so disappointed and disgusted when I don’t meet my own standards. but that’s with the present me. when I look back, however, all I have is compassion for my younger selves, for the past versions of me. I want to go back and tell them to let go of all this heaviness and that what they will feel is not emptiness but lightness and that those are two vastly different things.

confession:

forcing myself to look at my naked body in the mirror increasingly now because I have felt so sexualized since the age of five that I felt ashamed of looking at my own body. I could not see it without thinking of it as something solely sexual or see it the way I saw men saw it or wanted me to see it. 

confession:

the only real meal I can make is spaghetti.

confession:

somedays I think I will never actually write and publish a book though my whole life feels like it has been leading up to that very moment. why do I write? I often find myself asking that question. I do not know why I started and I do not know if I will ever stop, published author or not. it’s not that I want to severely attach myself to this identity of a writer but writing is just something I do so organically that it feels less of an identity and more of my natural way of existence? 

confession:

I lie a lot. I don’t see it as something wrong. my lies are not to fool or misinform those in my life. but they are important for me because I can’t live this life going on explaining things to people about why I do what I do or why I think what I think. it’s irrelevant to them 90% of the times and I have no intention of stopping this. lies are not lies in this context. they are narratives. different people have different narratives of me and it’s intentional and I will let that stay. 

confession:

for the first time in my twenties I do not feel old. I feel grown. thinking of myself at 21 and what the last four years have been - the depth of the time of the last four years - everything I did and learned and understood and accepted - I am glad to be here now. feels like I am through with the growing pains of this part of life. I know there will be new kinds of growing pains - those never stop. but as long as there is growth. as long as there’s that. 

[quiet-storm132]

The flutter of words

Like wings fly around my head

To land on paper

Haiku mini series: 1 - 10

From start to finish #9

© Q.S.

01/07/2022

[sa-sa-blogger]

Không biết các chị em khác có từng cảm thấy khó chịu về thói quen của chồng tới mức như mình chưa. Lắm lúc chẳng hiểu mình như nào.

Đấu tranh tâm lý chán chê, mình bắt đầu có những lời nói hành động chỉ mong thay đổi được cách nghĩ, thói quen của bạn cùng giường. Mặc dù thay đổi được suy nghĩ việc rửa bát là của phụ nữ nhưng còn cả lố những thứ khác nữa. 😂

Càng cố thay đổi người khác mình càng nhận được sự thất vọng và mệt mỏi.

Mãi sau, phần vì không đủ can đảm, phần vì nhận thấy mình cũng dở hơi cơ. Bản thân còn cả đầy khuyết điểm không lo sửa mình trước mà chỉ chăm chăm vào khuyết điểm của đối phương, ôm sầu vào người.

Anh chồng đi làm về mệt, hoặc rượu về thì lăn ra ngủ biết trời trăng gì đâu, vợ ngồi đấy chưa xả được cơn tam bành thế là nghĩ khôn nghĩ dại đủ thứ xong, nằm khóc chán rồi ngồi khóc, khóc sưng cả mắt. Triền miên như thế một thời gian dài tới lúc mình "giác ngộ" chán chả buồn soi, chả buồn khóc nữa. Vì có được gì đâu. Hại hết cả người.

Chồng mình vẫn là người có những thói quen đấy giờ mình cứ chăm chăm nhìn vào khuyết điểm của người ta rồi giận dỗi vô cớ thành ra tự mình làm khổ mình.

Nghĩ lại đúng là dại, lúc đấy biết kiếm bạn bè mà chơi, kiếm mối quan tâm khác như là một công việc làm thêm hoặc học một khoá gì đấy (nấu nướng, trang điểm, thai giáo, dạy con, kiểm soát cảm xúc, balabala,...) thì thời gian đâu mà đi soi người khác.

Đức Phật Thích Ca có câu

"Nuôi cái giận trong lòng thì khác nào uống thuốc độc mà trông chờ người khác chết."

Suy cho cùng người khác làm ta khổ thì ít mà tự bản thân ta làm ta khổ thì nhiều.

Không thay đổi được người giờ quay qua sửa mình lại êm ấm.

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