Contradictions of a colorful mind

-Welcome to my thoughts- -Iri. I- -26, INFP, Aquarius, Music Aficionada - -California- A colorful soul with a messy mind

[thoughtsofirii]

“The thought of you having everything we’ve had with someone else puts a knife right through my heart”

—

Iri.i

March 7 2017

[heartofmuse]

It's so heartfelt to hear you read my words, like one part of my soul is reciting poetry to the other.

e.v.e.

[thoughtsofirii]

[thoughtsofirii]

There’s only one way to go; forward. But forward can lead anywhere.

Iri.i

Jan 2019

[gentlethorns]

hey okay if you're a poet rb this and tag it w some of your signature poetry moves!! it can be punctuation, sentence structure, poetic devices, or narrative choices. mine are comma splices, accusations the narrator makes against the audience (usually a "you"), and enjambment.

[depressionintechnicolor]

I read somewhere awhile ago about having line breaks everytime a new piece of information is brought in, and I must've just internalized that. I'm not terribly sure but I also subconsciously write about most things from a place of love and reverence (probably because i can't actualize that irl). Finally, I have a tendency to write in second person and then edit it to be in first to, y'know, assume responsibility and all

[thoughtsofirii]

Lots of imagery and personification! And metaphors/analogies are my best friend

[ashstfu]

no my friend, you don't have a crush. you have serious attachment issues and someone is giving you attention.

[thoughtsofirii]

Damn, attacked

[thoughtsofirii]

Ocean beach

[qvotext]

[thoughtsofirii]

I’m sorry about yesterday, my head was occupied by demons.

[thoughtsofirii]

Like the rain in the distance, I can’t feel you but I sense you

[thoughtsofirii]

How dare I remember

What your cigarette tongue taste like,

What your guitar fingers feel like

When I’m unraveling in you.

It’s a transgression of my own defenses

To walk through my thoughts with you

Hand In hand

Revisiting roads of boundless bricks

I thought I had left desolated;

A small beach town in the horizon

One I thought I’ve only dreamt of-

I’ve only touched it with you

And you’ve faded like a dream.

How dare I revisit

Our Laughable landscapes

And all the roads we rode together,

Worries just a fickle feeling in the distance.

This town is tainted

With a suppressed presence

Which no longer resides

But in spirit it lingers

You named this city for me

I opened your eyes to it

No matter where I travel

Your voice is everywhere I go

-idk what this is

6/2020

[thoughtsofirii]

California quarantine

[perrfectly]

[thoughtsofirii]

Dreamer

Is it possible for a dreamer to stay still?

A new door opens

I walk in for the thrill

But as time passes, the fun begins to dull

And as time passes my heart begins to lull

So how do I keep this heart beating

When everything just stops

Yesterday has come and gone

And today just seems so long

[humanismo-nostalgico]

¿Por qué nací siendo yo y no siendo tú? Tú eres yo y yo soy tú, ¿Puedes sentir todas las vidas sin haber tocado ninguna? ¿Estás ahora en los ojos de un niño o en la sabiduría de una anciana? ¿Eres el dolor de la mujer o la soledad del hombre? ¿Cuántas sensaciones recuerdas y cuántas te tocarán por descubrir? — Anónimo

[thoughtsofirii]

You turned something meaningful into something lost

I know it takes two but you took the wheels in this one

Leaving me on the passenger seat for this bumpy road

I sit impatiently with no say, no control

I wait and I wait for some kind of conclusion

But instead I’m met with only seclusion..

We seem to be going down a dark steep hill

I’m hoping that soon enough the fog will clear

All in all I guess what I’m afraid of is

Turning from a “what could be” into a “what coulda been”.

-along for the ride

Iri.i

November 19, 2017

[qvotable]

“And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.”

— Sylvia Plath