a distorted reality is now a necessity to be free

///willow youth/// i write music and document it with a tape recorder most of the time

[treeoflife2011]

me abt me: can someone like.. take care of her

[willowyouth]

may thoughts

To probe and to feel it

To hold and conceal it

To ebb and to flow

Into the unknown

 ____________________________

Out here in the crowd

And not sure if I want to be found

Or just blend in

Completely

 _______________________________

 My mind gets really crowded

It’s like a lost and found bin

Sometimes, there is treasure

But mostly there is trash

There is dust

There is ash

 ________________________ 

My heart skips a beat

I can’t stand the heat

My muscles full of tension

My crooked spine caving it

 ___________________________

Salvation,

Where is it?

Do we get to decide?

 Maybe

 Yet we turn a blind eye

We’re afraid of being broken

And with eyes wide open

We close our minds

 With feet wet

We refuse to dive

We let the tide wash us over

With the hope of being clean

 All the claims you’ve stated

You no longer believe

Revelations all too belated

As if you’ve woken from a dream

There is a line

There is a balance

Between the real

And the real we think we see

 It is within

Our every bone

Our childhood home

Our first love interest

 We feel it

We know it

We feed it

And grow it

[willowyouth]

me trying to enjoy brussels and pretend i’m not homesick as fuck

[basementbabes]

poem by willow youth

by willow youth

he mended me there

in the dark, i plead

i plead

begging to crawl

back inside of myself

but i’m curled up

inside of your gut

like a tapeworm

  i’d offer you my hips

but you’d wince

at the scars

and think, “no no,

i wish you were smooth

like a shell”

but i am far rockier

than surface could ever tell

  so i tuck myself away

into the seam

where sea meets sky

where day meets night

where death meets life

and sleep within the waves

  i will hum to you in waves

with the hope that i am

understood

and i will hum to you in waves

and tell you the things

that i never could

and i will hum to you

in waves

until you fall

fast asleep

and

i fade out

into your heartbeat

  my hum always cancels me out

‘till i am not sound

with anything

  no i am not sound

with anything

[basementbabes]

Poems by Willow Youth

may 18th i am a sycamore tree in the winter, a porcelain ghost why does the sycamore shed its bark? are we intrigued by that which falls apart? there are no definite answers for me, only theories only “maybes” why does the sycamore shed its bark? because it is falling apart because there is black in its heart —- may 19th I remember how he broke me then left me there to bleed I remember choking on screams I remember nothing but once you fall asleep it comes back to me and it haunts me and it wants me and I slip away I keep quiet, suppress it from the surface I fall onto my knees I hold up myself again or what is left of me

[willowyouth]

you said

is it repetitive, the way you live?

[mapacheandlobo]

[sheholdsyoucaptivated]

Drew Barrymore, circa 1990s

[heykeeksarchived]

BURNT OUT

2017 is all about watermarking my photos correctly so people dont steal my shit anymore

[pocula-blog]

I don’t even know what to say because today was so fucking beautiful it was unreal.

[veronicas-sawyers]

What's your damage, Heather?

[thesadghostclub]

I know this one is hard to believe sometimes  💜💜

A panel from a comic from Thought’s From a Sad Ghost

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[hirxeth]

[ohmy80s]

Mermaids (1990)

[blogforwinona]

Winona Ryder in Jon Spencer Blue Explosion music video (October 1998)

“New York’s premiere blues-punk noisemakers, The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, will return to record racks next week with a new album, “Acme,” but you won’t see the band doing their thing on MTV any time soon. Instead, you’ll see Winona Ryder as frontman Jon Spencer, “Saving Private Ryan’s” Giovanni Ribisi as guitarist Judah Bauer, and “Boogie Nights’” John C. Reilly as drummer Russell Simins in the band’s new video, “Talk About The Blues.” The clip turns around the old soundtrack video formula as the actors belt out the song while the real band stomps through scenes apparently lifted from a crime thriller.” - MTV News (October 12, 1998) 

[willowyouth]

note #2

i don't want to disappear but i don't want to feel like i want to die all the time either been searching for a middle ground ever since i can renember and i can't remember the last time i felt like myself he says just go out with your friends and forget the other stuff and i turn my head to the ground and i walk home alone

[willowyouth]

note

a pain in the stomach an ache in the head will someone please pull the thread (out) that’s binding me

i wake up in the night after half an hour of sleep with a deep sorrow is this it will i ever fall back asleep is this how my life is going to be now

in my bed i toss and turn thrasing in the sheets trying to get out of my body clawing at the skin in an uncontrollable fit of grief

trying to find who i used to be

why did you decide she was no longer me

when did i decide that i agreed

[willowyouth]

bag of bones

this bag of bones is mine to carry mine to own and mine to bury mine alone and no one else's someday i'll build a home i'm so tired of houses i'm just a bag of bones in skin that's someone else's getting by sometimes just barely but more than less so i guess that's something to believe (in) and not dismiss a bag of bones a guilty conscience that won't quit a broken watch you can't bring yourself to fix cause the time on there was the last you saw him so afraid to admit that it's insignificant you cling onto it and hide it away you cling onto everything and you hide yourself away won't be able to find yourself again someday