psychosis or depression

my world is a magical place filled with horrors and never endings.

[voicesintulips]

vacant eyes

flutter off and on

sound of speed; sound of light

in my silence.

a thunder; a bolt down

my throat,

I'm a toad waiting to unearth

the words I need

to flutter out the sound of

the unmasked

and the unseen.

- voices in tulips

[machine3girl]

[aropride]

my phone gets warm when i use it because it loves me so much

[voicesintulips]

I NEEED MEDICINE

[catonhottinroof-deactivated2023]

Carl Wilhelmson (1866 - 1928)

Undine, 1899

[voicesintulips]

mentally im still in autumn during the best autumn ever.

[voicesintulips]

Sad bunny sad

[seraphinesaintclair]

Charles Baudelaire, “Lament Of An Icarus”

[tamsoj]

Charles Bukowski, "there once was a woman who put her head into an oven," from Love Is a Dog from Hell: poems, 1974-1977

[voicesintulips]

a plantation of butterflies left my stomach I was half livid; baring blue flesh my carcass warm as hell lived from the inside out you've burned in the core of my stomach then bred a raging monarch of puzzled patterns & colours flying from my mind - voices in tulips

[mohd-s-deactivated20191015]

Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage

[voicesintulips]

cut my head beg my body             for forgiveness you've misused my femininity             as property forcing me,             not loving me rushing me             to leave me behind dressed in red you've cut my head - voices in tulips

[voicesintulips]

I am lost, a forest flowering mania a bloom from my body I am Chloris, a rose, a succulent or something covered in fences; covered in vines he glares down my skin - his pupils are a midnight in a black hole he's behind the stars I am here on earth covering myself in dirt he can taste my hibiscus & my lemons - a introjection of a heaven on his lips I bring a mind of bliss with thorns on my skin. - voices in tulips

[voicesintulips]

Sins & Flowers

our bodies are still in solitude; flowering we were once each other - confused red, purple, blue

           smoldering ourselves in the horizon laying weak, breathing - fearsome my freedom smokes the sky a parade of fire; thundering trumpets clamorous sounds beating through my roots with love sick breathing red rose skies engulfed in our bodies made of toxins; make me love sick for peace; between us two worlds burning - we love in visceral gratitude - like a menace; with roses at out feet - voices in tulips        

[voicesintulips]

where my limbs lay dusty I was aged young & thirsty;

I have spread my wings to get to you  to tell you I am alive again; burned broken & godlike spread out across your sheets in bore you had me here my wrists taken; spreading; picking my feathers I longed you at first; until my blood fell steep concealed & unconscious; I derived your hell from my body while you wept a precious song; harmless & toking on the smoke; you are a worshipper of my holiness; my sinless; and fugitive body I've fallen from my heaven already soaked in my blood - spreading myself all over your soils in my earthly bones - voices in tulips

[shelovesplants]

Ice cream cake strain💨💨💨

[voicesintulips]