mess of july

appalachian - 25 - writer

[turntheotherpage]

I am soft in the way the fabric of a tattered blanket is soft. I could be ripped to shreds and still hope someone finds comfort in me.

[turntheotherpage]

I drive myself fucking crazy

And no one degrades me

Like I do myself lately

Too much for my own good

It’s a self-centered attitude

Nobody thinks like I do

Pathetic mess of red and blues

Might commit with a view

[turntheotherpage]

She’ll dry the flowers,

And I’ll make the bed.

Maybe she likes herbal tea

I’ll take sweetened instead.

I’ll stir the gravy, and

She’ll knead the dough.

My devotion to her

The entire world will know.

I know love exists,

I’ve seen it plenty.

It’s out there in the world,

Because it exists in me.

I’ll kiss her head

We’ll dance in the dark

Like the flick of a lighter

I’ll feel the spark

I’ll search the earth over

I’ll play every game.

And hope that I find her

At the bottom of this pain.

[marsha11mathers-deactivated2025]

Sisyphus, what are you doing here?

Let there be no loathing

Let there be no fear

We did this yesterday

While today I did cheer

You make me happy

You’re my favorite beer

Eyes like molasses

Lips like veneer

Tomorrow will be the same

If the path we don’t veer

I’ll love you all the same

Whether we’re there or here

[iguessbeinglonelyfitsme]

to feel alive, you need to experience death

the taste resides till your very last breath

try hunting it down, but you can't feel it

when you're hurting it down, do you feel it?

staring at the food like it's a chore

at the end of every meal, the feeling grows

if i break all the mirrors, will i then

be able to forgive myself?

- n

[inkpressedpetals]

[turntheotherpage]

Red prickly wild rose

Along a bush, you did grow

Thorns, well they arose

But I picked that prickly rose

Elegantly sweet in any color

That rose grew like no other

On a dying bush, and smothered

I knew I could never pick another

[turntheotherpage]

Drugs and poems and apathy

People have run out of sympathy

For the things that keep happening to me

I think I may be cursed

Can’t seem to make myself happy

How do I share my empathy

Without making it all about me

I think I may be cursed

[iguessbeinglonelyfitsme]

heart crossed by an arrow with your name

unrequited, but what’s love without heartbreak?

who am i to take it personal? you don't owe me anything

i've only ever loved you, no room for grudges

if you feel trapped in my memories, i cannot erase you

i know i'll never find peace, 'cus heaven for me is you

- n

[turntheotherpage]

Mountains break up wind

The sun only gets hotter

I might be able to get over it

If I tried a little harder

I close my eyes I feel my thighs

Covered by cold water

I survived the surge

But at what cost

And now I hibernate

Until I don’t see frost

All the good grace I’ve got

Is marked by a loss

[iguessbeinglonelyfitsme]

i touch your shadow, and it's just a dream.

dance with the phantoms before they start to scream.

run away to a place where danger is near.

stitch my heart back up, engraving in the fear.

- n

[turntheotherpage]

Clouds block the full moon,

And I still ask her for guidance.

It’s been hours since I spoke so

Now I just sit in the silence.

Smoking might help, but

It didn’t last time I tried it.

The ridges are behind me

The skyline’s in my eyes

I don’t think of the future.

And I’ll hide behind a disguise.

Sitting there in my sadness

Doesn’t make me sound wise

[askyea-poesy]

How do I say I miss you in a way that will make your heart ache as mine does.

Mahmoud Darwish

[turntheotherpage]

If I fixed myself

You still wouldn’t want me

So I’ll eat myself alive

And let the past haunt me

I won’t get better

And I’ll do it out of spite

I’ll turn back to pills,

Make a fist, learn to fight

[nixscriptum]

destined to chase sunsets in different skies.

[powerfulthunderdragon-deactivat]

The Flies

The flies are bitin’

Buzzin’ and flyin’

Pukin’ and bitin’

Landin’ and standin’

Schemin’ and plannin’

The flies are bitin’—

Hand me your triton.

[inkpressedpetals]