wordlessity

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ― Ernest Hemingway

[wordlessity]

“Blurred. I have no outline, No distinction between Who I am And am not.”

— “Identity” (101/365)

[kolibri-herz]

Inspired by a poem by @wordlessity

[wordlessity]

Wow I just saw this and it’s amazing and I’m honored

[wordlessity]

One morning, I woke up before the sun. I rolled out of bed and only took a few steps before I cut the soles of my feet on the pieces of broken promises I’d left strewn across the floor the night before. And when the sun blinked the sleep from her eyes, she threw light across the room, scattering sunbeams through the prisms of my betrayals, casting rainbows on the walls. The rest of the day, my feet bled. But the world was colorful again, and I’ve broken promises every day since.

[eljayetc]

Friends, family, ladies, gentlemen, neutrals, and others. The day has finally arrived. I know I’ve been promising a book for over a year now, and I am incredibly pleased to announce that it is finally here! This book is a collection of my poetry from the last several years, and covers topics such as gender identity, eating disorders, general mental illness, recovery, and, of course, love. I wouldn’t have been able to make it to this point without the love, encouragement, and support of so many of you (shoutout to my RCC family and TK friends <3 ). Thank you for being a part of my journey.

My book is currently available for purchase Here at Lulu.com, or soon from Amazon and BarnesandNoble.com (though, I get more money from Lulu, so I would encourage you to buy it from them directly!)

[plutoniandarkness]

Hi friends!! Please consider supporting Lee by purchasing a copy of their book. Lee is a very talented writer, and I promise you won’t regret it. The books are only about $13, so very affordable, and definitely worth it.

[eljayetc]

Friends, family, ladies, gentlemen, neutrals, and others. The day has finally arrived. I know I’ve been promising a book for over a year now, and I am incredibly pleased to announce that it is finally here! This book is a collection of my poetry from the last several years, and covers topics such as gender identity, eating disorders, general mental illness, recovery, and, of course, love. I wouldn’t have been able to make it to this point without the love, encouragement, and support of so many of you (shoutout to my RCC family and TK friends <3 ). Thank you for being a part of my journey.

My book is currently available for purchase Here at Lulu.com, or soon from Amazon and BarnesandNoble.com (though, I get more money from Lulu, so I would encourage you to buy it from them directly!)

[wordlessity]

Please consider purchasing this collection by one of my dear friends. Lee is an extraordinarily talented writer and you won't regret it!

[plutoniandarkness]

1. I take a long drag of myself. I can’t seem to quit, though I was never all that hooked on me to begin with. 2. I used to sit in the rows of corn, Strip off my shirt so my mom wouldn’t smell The scent of the smoke Clinging to my clothes. 3. In the exhales, I imagined myself as a wisp, Watched myself float away, Become a part of the night sky. 4. I think if I ever stop burning, I will forget that I’m alive. 5. I have spent years wishing myself away, But I’ve finally realized that I will never escape This gravity. 6. I drift to sleep in wet clouds, Hoping that the condensation will wash away The dust of damage that has collected on my skin. 7. I never thought I’d ask a stranger for a light. 8. I can feel myself starting to go out. I’m afraid. 9. My singed pieces start to fall away. I’m so tired, So tired of being awake. 10. When I finally get up the courage to put a hole in my arm, I find that it doesn’t hurt at all.

Ten Thoughts I Had When I Was Smoking Alone (via becomingbrook)

[wordlessity]

The first time that I kissed her, She tasted like salted ocean air, Like waist-deep in blue. The second time that I kissed her, She tasted like saltwater splashing in your eyes, Like shoulders-deep, Like soles of your feet barely grazing the seabed. The third time that I kissed her, I had my toes en pointe, Ballerina of the sea, But I could not touch, Couldn'tbreathecouldn'tbreathe Could not breathe. The fourth time that I kissed her, I became dark matter. I devoured light and stars, Collapsed in on myself, Pulled planets towards me on fishhooks. The first time that you kissed me, Water and starlight poured from my throat. My lungs swelled with the tide; I was alive. I was alive.

"The Drop Off"

[plutoniandarkness]

The mountains told me their secrets, And I listened closely. They said Rain will come. Stand tall, and you will not drown, But it will change you. Even when you are colder than you have ever been before, Be wary of ash and flame; A single spark Can ruin you. With time, Pieces of you will fall to the foothills. You are still whole.

“Colorado” (via becomingbrook)

[plutoniandarkness]

It’s raining, and I can hear the patter of the hospital looming in the distance. I can hear the stutter in my heartbeat, the sigh in my pulse. My muscles are quietly weeping like they do most days. My throat is raw, and I’m afraid to kiss you. I wrap my failures tighter around me like a blanket, but they only make me colder. My nail beds are blue, and I think I’d like to be cremated; I’d like to be warm again.

“Cyanotic” (via becomingbrook)

[plutoniandarkness]

Butterfly dust on your fingertips, Cobwebs in your hair; You’re a killer, And I tie my thighs in noose-like knots To try to keep you out. But spiders thrive in darkness. When I’m asleep, you’re alive, So I can’t sleep anymore.

“Flightless,” B.V. (via becomingbrook)

[wordlessity]

Your writing is beautiful. Take care of yourself while you're on your break.

Thank you, anon. I hope you’re well!

[wordlessity]

I won’t be posting any poem of the days for awhile. I’m really struggling with my mental health and don’t seem to have the resources to write consistently, let alone write well. When I’m ready, I’ll pick up where I left off.

4/29/2016

[wordlessity]

I can’t.

"I tell myself this every day, over and over again. I can’t seem to stop. It’s a reflex, a twitch of the nerves. The truth is that I’m wrong most of the time. I can." (161/365)

[wordlessity]

You don't think you did anything wrong. You never do. It's no wonder you haven't changed.

“It’s no wonder I’m still wallpaper to you” (160/365)

[wordlessity]

Lightning cracked open the night sky, and I realized that I was far more afraid of the storm in my head.

"The Rain Never Really Stops Anymore" (159/365)

[wordlessity]

People stared at me, sometimes, And pairs of eyes became bricks Piled onto my chest. Six years old, I fell in love With charcoal. All I have are Blank sheets of paper.

“My Lungs Stopped First, and Then My Heart” (158/365)

[wordlessity]

I want a dog Because I need someone to see kindness in me When all I can find is rage.

“The Best in Me” (157/365)