mia gabriella

welcome <3 | she/her | bisexual | 23 | miaagabriellaa on instagram i write occasionally

[wordsbymia]

The Haunting

This wasn’t the hill I was expecting you to die on

Yet here we gather, laying flowers on your grave

But you did not have it in yourself to go with grace

And even as nature erodes flesh and bone

Even as time makes our memories feel like they aren’t our own

You haunt me like a shadow

You’ve poisoned my blood and crawl through my veins

You’ve stained every surface of my life like a stubborn wine stain

You did not have it in yourself to go with grace

I see you in the flowers blooming through the cracks on an unforgiving sidewalk

I hear you in the wooden creaks of an abandoned home

The biting chill of winter mimics your touch

You did not have it in yourself to go with grace

The flowers I once left on your grave have now wilted and withered away

Many cycles of the moon have now come and gone

The pages of our book have now been engulfed in dust

My tears have now dried and my scars have now healed

You did not have it in yourself to go with grace, but I can find it in myself to leave your ghost in peace

[valtsv]

microdosing on catharsis by watching a fictional character or persona i relate to have an emotional breakdown until my chest starts to ache from the amount i've repressed

[valtsv]

[wordsbymia]

Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out from Crush by Richard Siken

[wordsbymia]

“Girlhood itself is a thing you must be brave to endure.”

from Artemis Made Me Do It by Trista Mateer

[wordsbymia]

from Artemis Made Me Do It by Trista Mateer

[wordsbymia]

Tell The Bees🐝

some hauntings feel like a warm breeze on a sunday afternoon

or your favorite lounge chair that knows your every curve and contour

if you’re lucky, ghosts will greet you in your kitchen every morning

and tuck you into bed every night, lulling you to sleep with the sound of cicadas in the summer

to be human is to be haunted

to be haunted is to be loved

or to have loved so completely that it reaches beyond the veil like a hand outstretched

like the pleasant warmth you feel in your chest when you wake up from a tender dream

if you’re lucky, your house will always be haunted

with every corner and wall coated in sweet honey

tell the bees of the flowers that bloomed and wilted

tell the bees of the love and grief inside of you that’s stronger than any grave

let them make a hive inside of you

let them carry you off into gardens unknown and ready to burst with color

[asoftepiloguemylove]

i've polished this anger and now it's a knife

rubyetc.com / unknown / @/rbhvleo (tumblr) / Venetta Octavia The Burning / David Lynch The Angriest Dog in the World / Japanese Breakfast Boyish / unknown / @/jovialtorchlight (tumblr)

i. rubyetc

[ Messy drawing of two hands holding a bird. "HOLD ME, / NICELY, / I'M UNLOVELY" ]

ii. unknown

[ Black and white background image of people fighting. A man kneels down holding his head with his right hand in front of the audience. Right behind him is another man raising his fist in a punch. People lay on top of each other in the background. "WHY ARE YOU FULL OF RAGE?" ]

iii. @/rbhvleo

[ "TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER / TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER / TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER" ]

iv. Venetta Octavia, The Burning

[ "You are shaking fists & trembling teeth. I know: You did not mean to be cruel. That does not eman you were kind." ]

v. David Lynch, The Angriest Dog in the World

[ Stylized drawing of a tied up dog in the backyard of a house. "The dog who is so angry he cannot move. He cannot eat. He cannot sleep. He can just barely growl. / ...Bound so tightly with tension and anger, he approaches the state of rigor mortis." ]

vi. Japanese Breakfast, Boyish

[ "And all of my devotion turns violent" ]

vii. unknown

[ "You are / a better knife / than you are / a person." ]

vii. @/jovialtorchlight

[ "once you understand the form kill it / once you understand the form kill it / once you understand the form kill it / once the form is dead hold it and weep / once the form is dead hold it and weep / once the form is dead hold it and weep / once the form is dead hold it and weep / once the form is dead hold it and weep / once the form is dead hold it and weep / once you have wept for the dead whatever / once you have wept for the dead whatever / once you have wept for the dead whatever / once you have wept for the dead whatever / once you have wept for the dead whatever / once you have wept for the dead whatever / HOLD THE LAST LIGHT AND MOLD IT / HOLD THE LAST LIGHT AND MOLD IT / HOLD THE LAST LIGHT AND MOLD IT / HOLD THE LAST LIGHT AND MOLD IT" ]

[child-in-her-eyes]

[neoyorzapoteca]

Susan Howe

[mysterieuxclairdelune]

{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}

[llovelymoonn]

this body is not a home

jody chan sick (via @geryone) \ edward hopper interior, model reading (1925) \ olivia laing the lonely city (via @soracities) \ joan didion on self-respect (via @girlfictions) \ dion palinckx (2019) \ james tate selected poems (via @heartshop) \ @artofbrianluong​ \ olivia laing the lonely city (via @soracities​) \ edvard munch self-portrait in hell

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[leonardospoetry]

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.

Mary Oliver

[wordsbymia]

Aphrodite Made Me Do It by Trista Mateer

[girlfictions]

— clarice lispector, the stream of life

[beguines]

Gabrielle Bates, from "Dear Birmingham", Judas Goat

[geryone]

Sick, Jody Chan

[dogrotpdf]

me. me when a poem says something ive felt before

[wordsbymia]

Pomegranates

and although i am haunted by ghosts

at least that means i’ll never be alone

people leave all the time

but memories and grief stain like pomegranates on lips

one, two, three, four, five, six

hades takes me underground

i am alive but dead

my mother rages in her grief

the trees mourn the absence of their leaves

one, two, three, four, five, six

when spring arrives again

my mother feeds me her love

yet my hunger never ceases

my mouth waters for the pomegranate seeds