Weird Kid that Writes Stuff

A sideblog for some of my writing and other creative works.

[weird-kid-writes-stuff]

I miss when anything felt possible.

[weird-kid-writes-stuff]

Villainous

The acid curls around my body and mind like ivy.

It does not squeeze.

It secretes: suggestion, pathways of no longer being inhibited.

There is no fear.

There is absolution.

There is release.

There is peace from poison that feeds the loneliness of having to do what's right.

There is strength.

[weird-kid-writes-stuff]

They perceived me powerful and tall

Until I showed them that

I too, am small

I too, am human with scars and flaws.

From my pedestal where I stood tall.

In a heap in a thousand shards of marble,

I surely did fall.

[shisasan]

June 1, 1912 The Diaries Of Franz Kafka 1910-1913

[ID: June 1. Wrote nothing. END ID]

[weird-kid-writes-stuff]

There's a lot of doubt with healing and renewal. I keep telling myself that the people that I love(d) that abandoned me because I don't do what they want, I have to be wrong. I realized in the shattering of my complacency to be who they wanted me to be, instead who I need myself to be, that this life is my own. If they don't want anything to do with me, then that's fine. They don't get to define me. I define me. Yes, I find myself sad at times, but that's just grief of what used to be, and that's okay. I'll be okay.

[korinamare]

Imagine being with someone who wants you simply because of you just being...you

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Franz Kafka, from “Letters to Milena.”

[catchymemes]

[remanence-of-love]

[superduperkas]

[weird-kid-writes-stuff]

I've been trying to live out others' dreams that I forgot my own.

[4alarmfirecracker]

Talder + side profile conversations flirting ♥

[impactvelocity]

SHE GETS ABSORBED INTO THE MUSHROOM WALL THEN SHE GROWS OUT OF THE GROUND IN THE CESSION AND WALKS INTO A BAR WHERE SHE OFFERS TALLY WHISKEY AND NACHOS AND SEXUAL TENSION WHILE THEY SEARCH FOR THE FIRST SONG

[weird-kid-writes-stuff]

Idk. I'm kinda sad.

[weird-kid-writes-stuff]

Blah

Winter feels more sharp now that the edges of betrayal are beginning to close in and smother all hope I have left.

Why must I dangle in chaos while others drink the tears of the fallen?

As a witness to this life, it is utterly menacing the way ghoulish faces can smile back as if they've never deployed a fire fight in a battle of a war I didn't know was raging.

Spring and new opportunities can't come fast enough.

Hopefully, I don't drown in gun powder and smoke by the time she arrives.

[sleepingpigeon]

the biggest lesson im learning is that nothing is as extreme or as permanent as our emotions convince us they are. nothing is certain and things are always fluctuating and there are always exceptions and there are always mistakes. there is always pain and there is always love. everything is a delicate touch away from changing

[weird-kid-writes-stuff]

Take me away

I plead

To the sky above me

To the thieves of confidence that sting me.

Drown me

I cry

To the grass and the trees

As I get on my knees hoping to feel close to something.

Strike me

I scream

To the rain, the wind, and the lightning I hope strikes me. So, I can then experience something.

Take me

I whisper

to the person in the mirror

Hoping she'll hear me. So, I can be me again.

Breathe in to me

I think

hesitant

As I start to write the bad things that make me stay awake at night, that steal my sleep, that make me weep, that kill me...inside.

Maybe this time

Maybe this time

Maybe this time

I will find the portal inside my mind.

Slip inside

unlock the entities that choke my creativity down.

Maybe this time

I'll find me.

Maybe this time

I'll be me.

Maybe this time

Maybe this time

Maybe this time.