Waiting For Lost Souls

Are you lost?

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I don't think people notice that when I post poems on here, I either made it in ten minutes, or I'm just doing some spring cleaning. This is a yard sale of prose, my friends. A yard sale of prose... 🪧

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Unsolicited Advice

You never let anyone be your hero Because they can only let you down from there Never give anyone the space to mess around Because soon enough they won't care I'm so sick of dumb fucking people And you're one of them too I built you up as my achievement Turned me into an altar of you Now I see you're a false god dressed up as a tragedy Something cheap acting like a classic A paper back pretending to be a first edition But the time I spent is what's saddest Gave my potential to someone with everything to lose Never let someone be your villian Because they'll show you new sides of yourself The seventh face on the back of the die Revealing the pieces of your heart that you sell Admit you don't know a thing And they can't hurt you with what you do Keep your cards close to your chest They'll realize you're not someone they can use Leave the party early, don't even say goodbye We're loving ourselves first We're fighting the good fight Trust me, I know what I'm saying Let me give you some unsolicited advice

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Cicada

Do you think there comes a point Where a cicada starts to feel too big for it's own skin? Ever think there's a moment where it starts to get tight And there's just an uncontrollable itch? I'm starting to feel like a cicada, here in my small town Not that I don't love it But I've seen everything there is around The people are fake and judgemental Your closest friends don't give a damn Maybe I'm biding for a good chance To shed my old life and find a better place to land The milkweed butterflies go through a similar thing They trade in their lowly lives for airborne escape But that can't be me, it's too pretty I'm not sure if I've ever changed pretty in my entire life What I go through isn't a metamorphosis I'm still me at the end of the day I just desire to follow my inner sense of migration To let myself live a different way But when you're restricted, stretching feels a lot like pain And Before you know it, you're turning blue The very act suffocates your veins I wish I could be a cicada Just in a different way Shed the scale of everything And leave the sense of dead weight My past self is turning to dust in front of me I don't know what else to say

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Burn Out

People describe burning out like a candle Like a little whisp on the wind But when I burn out, I'm not like any candle I'm the muffins you left in the oven Where the parchment's begun to crisp I'm the light that goes out at the worst moment The moment I've outlived my filament It's not peaceful or expected It's awfully inconvenient I'm the type of burnt out that sets your smoke alarms off And makes your dog bark like they've lost their head The charred sent that stains your nice sheets When you deep breathe while laying in bed The annoying thing you can't get off of you That dreary little scent I force you to open a window So I have a chance at feeling rest I'm the hard leftover crumbs on the floor Even though you swear you just swept I'm not pretty when I'm tired I look quite a bit like a nervous wreck Last night's makeup under my eyes And tangled hair around my head I look like I haven't seen the sun in days Because if we're being truthful, I probably haven't I have a way with words until I don't I had creativity until the day it left I burn out like a gas line -fast, loud, dangerous

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★ Falling Stars ★

Somewhere in the back of my brain In the darkest echoes of memories I rather forget Of the black matter of time slipping through my hands There's a glimmer of a moment I thought I must have made up It's next to when "I love you" sounded pure And besides the admiration I held for the people who proved me wrong A simple space where things felt real Where hope was something you felt light in your chest When asteroids were nothing but pretty streaks of color in the sky When loving you was simple And I still believed in falling stars It's been so long since I've looked up I think I forgot how to make a wish It got lost behind the black smudgy stains of my mascara across my pillowcase The soft coos of the mourning doves as the sun sets The wars started and ended I don't think I ever knew we were in one The entire universe was holding it's breath Waiting on a future that seemed endless But then the ground came crashing in Like when the oceans were parted to make room for the land I wonder if God ever wishes he could go back too Back to when things seemed possible When tomorrow was in reach And I believed I could fly I believed I had the ultimate say in life Now look at me -look at us A few million fewer From the plagues that took the people we buried in the body pits The starless skies we barely notice for the flashing neon signs Overwhelming the senses we take for granted I remember when I used to think obstruction lights were meteors Little red dots in the distance I tried to catch in my hands I wouldn't even notice them if I looked out the window now Time passing faster than the landscape in the distance I can't remember the last time I thought to look up I'm so firmly on the ground And yet a faraway shining star will still catch my eye

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Sweet Romance

Keep myself full on your empty words -your empty calories That's how I keep myself so skinny But now I'm crying through the night Going to bed hungry No sweet taste to keep me company Only the bitter truth And that is that you're a man of little sustenance Full of lies, not enough common sense To hold me down, to leave a good taste in my mouth And it's just growing old -stale, it's rotten Ravenous for some sort of comfort food I'll placate it with more sweet air Who am I kidding? I love it Chasing after sugar that never gave a care

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Queen Anne's Lace

You love like a promise Like a brush with an angel on the street You make it funny when I get sardonic You make my saltiness come off sweet I'm sorry I mistake you for poison I don't mean to push you to leave You're soft like hemlock Brushing up against me I guess it's hard to decipher When they both grow off the side of the street Highway flowers You always know how to spoil me Shield me from tomorrow I don't want to look it in the eye Keep me from the pecking sparrows They make me regret ever trying Trying to be something more than a tragic story A car crash in slow motion You and Death are so adoring Can't keep your hands off me Pull me in a little closer I want to be smothered by something I need to breathe

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Bullying in The Poetry/Writing/Art Community

Yesterday I had to deal with someone in my comments section that was being randomly rude, and I just wanted to call them out, because Tumblr doesn't offer a way to stop this from happening besides blocking. However, blocking does not solve the issue regarding people like this, because they will only continue to be rude to other people. I'm making this post so people are aware who this person is and to not entertain them any further. They purposefully enjoy going into poetry posts and tags to find poems and leave hateful comments, reblog them under #fucking awful poetry, #almost okay poetry, etc. And they do this knowing there's nothing wrong with the posts they are criticizing. They only do this to bother writers and artists under the guise of offering "criticism" and become defensive, argumentative, hateful, and block you if you ask them to please leave or say you don't agree with what they said. They are aware they have a big audience and still choose to find small blogs and put them on blast. So I'll do the same thing back.

This is what they said to me in my comments section under a poem I posted. This derailed into becoming a back and forth where I said I understood what they said, but that the poem was objectively fine. They're criticism did not apply to what I was writing because I specifically chose to ignore meter in favor of a looser structure. Their replies grew more and more accusatory, saying I couldn't handle criticism. They repeatedly ignore boundaries and refuse to disengage when asked. Additionally, the comment section of the post this happened on was restricted by Tumblr, so the conversation is no longer visible. However, these are some other lovely things you can find on their profile

And before they try to say it, being on spectrum does not make you act this way. This is being a jerk, and being open about it.

Creativity should be fostered, not torn down. Let's make sure people like this don't have the space to criticize artists in this way. If you see this person in your comments or reblogs, do not engage. They are not offering genuine feedback—just negativity. Block and move on.

X

-@waitingforlostsouls

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Glass House

You meet the world with the worst expectations You see strangers living their lives and minding their business And you have to stick your head in to say something no one wanted to hear Does it keep you up at night? Does it make you feel fear? The idea that someone might have more talent than you That they could be happy, more popular too How unhappy do you have to be with yourself To laugh and belittle people like you know something Inside of your big glass house God help you if someone ever cracks a window By deciding to finally throw a rock your way You wouldn't know how to handle it, no You would finally be out of things to say The world would know what it is to feel peace And I could finally tell people I had a good day Watching you shatter out on the pavement The pieces of you shining in the sun's rays Maybe for once something you did would seem beautiful Instead of delicate and immature After all, if you poke a hole in a glass pane It suddenly starts to look less secure And to see you like that would be something to behold Like David taking down Goliath Like spitting in the face of a connoisseur Oh the wonderful things you can do with a well placed rock Or some carefully thought out words

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Glass House

You meet the world with the worst expectations You see strangers living their lives and minding their business And you have to stick your head in to say something no one wanted to hear Does it keep you up at night? Does it make you feel fear? The idea that someone might have more talent than you That they could be happy, more popular too How unhappy do you have to be with yourself To laugh and belittle people like you know something Inside of your big glass house God help you if someone ever cracks a window By deciding to finally throw a rock your way You wouldn't know how to handle it, no You would finally be out of things to say The world would know what it is to feel peace And I could finally tell people I had a good day Watching you shatter out on the pavement The pieces of you shining in the sun's rays Maybe for once something you did would seem beautiful Instead of delicate and immature After all, if you poke a hole in a glass pane It suddenly starts to look less secure And to see you like that would be something to behold Like David taking down Goliath Like spitting in the face of a connoisseur Oh the wonderful things you can do with a well placed rock Or some carefully thought out words

[waitingforlostsouls]

Bullying in The Poetry/Writing/Art Community

Yesterday I had to deal with someone in my comments section that was being randomly rude, and I just wanted to call them out, because Tumblr doesn't offer a way to stop this from happening besides blocking. However, blocking does not solve the issue regarding people like this, because they will only continue to be rude to other people. I'm making this post so people are aware who this person is and to not entertain them any further. They purposefully enjoy going into poetry posts and tags to find poems and leave hateful comments, reblog them under #fucking awful poetry, #almost okay poetry, etc. And they do this knowing there's nothing wrong with the posts they are criticizing. They only do this to bother writers and artists under the guise of offering "criticism" and become defensive, argumentative, hateful, and block you if you ask them to please leave or say you don't agree with what they said. They are aware they have a big audience and still choose to find small blogs and put them on blast. So I'll do the same thing back.

This is what they said to me in my comments section under a poem I posted. This derailed into becoming a back and forth where I said I understood what they said, but that the poem was objectively fine. They're criticism did not apply to what I was writing because I specifically chose to ignore meter in favor of a looser structure. Their replies grew more and more accusatory, saying I couldn't handle criticism. They repeatedly ignore boundaries and refuse to disengage when asked. Additionally, the comment section of the post this happened on was restricted by Tumblr, so the conversation is no longer visible. However, these are some other lovely things you can find on their profile

And before they try to say it, being on spectrum does not make you act this way. This is being a jerk, and being open about it.

Creativity should be fostered, not torn down. Let's make sure people like this don't have the space to criticize artists in this way. If you see this person in your comments or reblogs, do not engage. They are not offering genuine feedback—just negativity. Block and move on.

X

-@waitingforlostsouls

[softlyartsy]

I sit and my fingers begin to tear off pieces of myself. I watch them leave my body and fall on my shirt, until my lips burn and bleed.

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Emily Dickinson

Emily, do you know what they did to me? I put my heart on a platter for their enjoyment And they turned me away like trash I treat my scrap paper better Than these devil dogs I feed Lord knows I take criticism like a bullet But sometimes I don't have enough heart to fight back Emily, do you know what they said? They called me judgemental Like they weren't doing the same I let these people off too easy I should have ripped them in half They don't see mercy in my madness I let myself get drunk off the bottled up hate Emily, isn't it wrong How today they'll say I'm useless But tomorrow they might say I'm beautiful? Things get better with the distance Maybe they'll mistake my weakness for being strong Just give me a hundred years and watch How they'll treat me just like you

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Posturing

So it's girls protect girls as long as it serves you It's "we're in it together" until it's a contradictory view You wear feminism as a badge so everyone knows you have a virtue Because absent of that, no one ever knew You shed your skin like a snake So it's like you never had self image issues Because it's "support all women" until a woman says you're wrong It's a victory lap until the reputation you went betting is long gone And you'll never say it, because you would have to say that all along You fought for fights you didn't believe in That you did it just to feel like you belonged So I say screw you and your posturing It's only your peace that you're squandering And I could pretend like it's worth all this frustration I'm harboring But you don't deserve these demons you're conjuring in me Because authentic women do things worth honoring And I bet you would love to know how that feels But sometimes the most passionate voice isn't the one that's hollering It's in the person who doesn't brag about their ideals