The Words Carved on My Paper Bones

devour my soul's marrow

[thesepaperbones]

For years I sewed my mouth shut

and wrapped barbed wire around my wrists

for years I said nothing of how I felt

but I watched her laugh across the quad

For years I let it be forgotten

and let others bind me to something not

For years I was silent

because there was nothing I could think to say

Today we honor the silent

And I will do that with these words

for others with lips taped so tightly closed they can hardly breathe

I will say what I didn’t

For years I said I was nothing

A girl with a crush on a boy

nothing more

Now I say I’m not

And I will not stand in silence 

[thesepaperbones]

To Write

Loving you is like walking on broken glass

slivers under my skin 

and blood coating the floor

I leave half moons on the wood

and I’m besotted by the cycles they portray 

Loving you is like breathing into the wind

it steals the air from my very lungs

and leaves me to gasp in deeply

cold air so lively it makes me want 

to do it again

Loving you is like a deep winter’s morning

the kind where the sky is grey

and the clouds are like icicles on my throat

coughing out the atmosphere I feel most alive

Loving you is electricity in a constant current

sometimes flowing strongly

and sometimes forgotten to the walls

but always there to shock when needed

Loving you is an open corridor

that I can’t wait to run down 

[thesepaperbones]

Grown

When I was 5 I rode a horse

I had long hair

I colored butterflies in shades of bubblegum

When I was 5 my mother said

“Ladies sit with their legs closed”

When I was 7 I started school

I wore dresses

I learned numbers and letters

When I was 7 I saw my mom push her tampon string aside to pee

“Someday you’ll be a woman too”

When I was 12 I changed schools

I did math by trees

I wore a uniform

When I was 12 someone told me

“Boys only pull your hair if they like you”

When I was 16 I sang in chorus

I went to Israel

I read long books

When I was 16 my mother said

“Boys like girls who aren’t so fat”

When I was 18 I kissed a boy

I took creative writing

I had sex

When I was 18 a friend asked

“Shouldn’t you slow down? That’s slutty”

When I was 21 I liked vodka

I collected nail polish

I liked girls

When I was 21 my mother said

“What are you trying to prove?”

I’m 24

I wear bright lipstick

I collect movies

I am 24 and when someone says

“Men don’t like that!”

I say

“Who the fuck cares?”

[r2--d2]

Hainan night

[thesepaperbones]

I asked the stars to shine for you

but the clouds have blocked our view

so I gave you a telescope

and let you walk away

[misusedwords-blog]

It is kind of fucked up how you could not see someone for months but still think of their cadence every day.

[alteregodiego]

[consultingwarlockofgallifrey-de]

If I had a bookshelf like that I would flip out

[luciensfox]

*hyperventilating*

[future-urban-collective-blog]

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[blythebaird]

omggg so stoked that my new poem POCKET-SIZED FEMINISM is up on @buttonpoetry!! ~ friendly reminder that my book is available via @whereareyoupress, Amazon, Barnes & noble online, & etsy! ~

[clementinevonradics]

Blyyyyyyythe

[thesepaperbones]

Did you ever run too far too fast and have felt lost and out of breath?

I’ve run far past the point I’ve thought I could

or would

and am standing alone in the woods

there are no paths traveled or no

and so I’ve been standing and waiting for the air to catch up to my feet

so I can breathe once more 

and forge a path on my own

[thesepaperbones]

Darling I loved you in the sand when you dripped water on my stomach

and I loved you when ice crusted the waves

I loved and loved you when the leaves fell and crumbled at our toes

But I couldn’t love you when the flowers bloomed and all I could see was your heels.

You left me alone in love and when the sun rose once more I ran into the ocean

and found myself reborn.

[theijeoma-deactivated20180827]

healing comes in waves and maybe today the wave hits the rocks and that’s ok, that’s ok, darling you are still healing you are still healing.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo, be gentle with yourself (via theijeoma)

[meantfortheshore]

[moremetalthanyourmom]

Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move

[youcangofindatree-deactivated20]

Gotta try it

[clevermanka]

I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with.

[emmagrant01]

Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path.

Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!”

[mercurialkitty]

I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way.

[songbirde108]

Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze.

[onethingconstant]

Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note.

I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston.

I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible.

Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.

[books-cupcakes]

Hey everyone!! As a way to celebrate Books&Cupcakes third  anniversary I thought I would host a giveaway! (Yay!) The books above are a few novels that I’ve come to love over my past three years of blogging. One lucky winner will win one of the books above! Here is how you can win! 

Guidelines & How To Enter:

You must be following me.

Likes and reblogs count as entry. 

One winner will be picked via a random generator. 

The winner will select one of the books above. Or if you want, I can pick for you and it will be a surprise!  

Your ask box must be open so I can let you know that you have won. 

You have within 48 hours to respond back to me with your preferred book, your name and address. (All your information will remain confidential and I promise not to stalk you haha.)

This giveaway is opened internationally! I will be sending the books for the book depository. 

Giveaway blogs will not be considered.

If you don’t follow the guidelines above another winner will be chosen.

The giveaway will end June 27th. (Blog’s anniversary!) 

Good luck book lovers!! 

[writershigh]

You asked me to write about you, so I’m telling you kiss me quick and then walk away, lie to me in the form of ‘I couldn’t want you more’. Tell me you’re leaving without returning, stop saying you love me back, break my heart and I’ll let my veins bleed you the most beautiful poem.

Break My Heart First - Peyton Scott (via writershigh)

[sleepy-bookworm]

a series that has mermaids (▰˘◡˘▰)

(this isn’t a lovey-dovey trilogy)

[thewritewire]

keep going!

[thewritingsofsavannahblack-blog]

I know that wishing on a star won’t change anything, but i’ve moved my bed beside my window. & hope doesn’t always contain promise, but I still stay awake at night looking for something to place my dreams and wishes on. I guess what i’m trying to say, is that my heart isn’t as broken as I once thought it was. After everything it’s still working and it’s still beating. I’m still capable of love. I survived.

Savannah Black (via thewritingsofsavannahblack)