word of the vomit

A compilation of spilled words transformed to haikus, poems & stories

[lenainwonderland]

- Sylvia Plath

[dariasynn]

If there is a version of me that makes it out, tell her I never meant to leave her behind. Tell her I tried. Tell her I fought for air until my lungs caved in, until my hands were raw from clawing at the exit that never existed.

Tell her I wanted to be her. That I wanted to wake up one day and not carry the weight of every ghost that still sleeps in my bed, not flinch at the sound of my own name, not feel like a trespasser in my own skin.

But I am tired. God, I am tired. And no one tells you that sometimes, trying isn’t enough. That sometimes, the fire wins. That sometimes, you stand in the wreckage for so long you forget you ever wanted to leave.

So if you find her— the girl who made it, the girl who doesn’t look over her shoulder, who isn’t haunted by hands she can’t see, who doesn’t taste blood when she speaks— don’t tell her about me.

Let her think I was never real. Let her be free of the weight of who I could have been. Let her go.

And if you can— please, God— let me go too.

- Daria Synn

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Trying so hard to remember how to stay afloat 💭

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I’ve become used to the losing game

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I feel like a fraud these days

[dariasynn]

Some people are like storms, they come into your life, wreck everything, and still leave you aching for rain.

- Daria Synn

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Collaboration with @postscript-mc

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Collaboration with @postscript-mc

[postscript-mc]

...Of a Pixie's Otherworldly Renaissance

Up in the clouds, my mind has been wandering.

Dreaming of your name in every corner ㅡ signs to my face, screaming!

Happy thoughts can be deceiving; they were never free,

Unlike flower children grounding ㅡ down on earth, under a tree.

Barely birthed yesterday yet blessed with growth,

I had my time to learn: you were another far-fetched oath.

Even the wisest in the room would deem this empty talk cheap.

Like a fool, I still ought to reach out for keeps.

You'd think all this overthinking would make me a better tinker.

Alas, what's a girl to do when your best potential is beyond any fixer?

Perchance, I'm now a traitor for outgrowing my own outdated belief.

With the butterflies and seasons, I'm turning over a new leaf.

Not getting any younger,

I'll waste no time venturing the yonder.

As I flutter my wings once again,

Don't flatter yourself ㅡ you'd only feel in vain.

Golden dusts wasted on you,

I'm reclaiming my magic ㅡ loss on you!

ㅡ M.C.

Songs that inspired "...Of a Pixie's Otherworldly Renaissance" :

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- It’s the end and I’m ok with it

[elizabethsinclair]

there is a love in which i will always know you, just incase you forget.

love elizabeth s.

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I didn't obliteratе these walls for you to come and raid my homе

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The transition of mood from brent 1 to 3 is so good

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142/365: unlearning the usuals

Some people are not for polaroids

Some stories are not for the movies

Some words are better left unsaid

Some poems are better unwritten

Some truths are better shoved under the rug

Those are some just a series of things

I’ve realized once I started removing him in my system-

My mechanism might disfunction for awhile

But it will eventually grow back the parts

That were lost due to this tragedy.

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Will always be an island girl 🌼

Trips with friends like this really made me appreciate the friendships I have right now.

Let’s create more memories please

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141/365: badly need an intervention

It won’t pass.

It will stay-

Like a core memory;

A note engraved already

At the back of your mind.

Even how hard

You try to rewrite it with

With new beliefs and perspective;

Even how hard you try

To distract yourself

With new hobbies and self-help books.

It will always remind you

Great things can be harsh truths

And rejections are redirections.

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140/365: who cares anyway

Patience.

Is what i tell myself

In the middle of an awful night;

Another heartbreak;

A failure I have not anticipated;

A humiliation;

It was a chant

To keep me grounded.

Although, I find myself wanting

Not to throw any fucks as I am able to.

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139/365: In silence, I adore

Heart eyes

Brow raised

Tinted cheeks

Crossed arms

Warm smiles

Cold glances

I will keep denying

How my heart throbs

Like a little rocket

Ready to take off any time

Everytime your name

Pops out on my phone.

I won’t tell you

How much I long

To hear your voice.

Hush, I will never say

I am inlove.