ukiyo's words

how do i even begin?

[roychewtoy]

my watery friend... are you too brushed with the pattern of the dappled light...?

[wordsbyukiyo]

I'd love to be devastated by love. to feel the ground beneath my feet shake as love destroys my very being. to fall on my knees, begging, pleading, just for love to take one more look at me. to crumble before love's feet and knowing I'm powerless.

I'd be lucky to be devastated by love. to know that I had once had the pleasure of housing love in my frail arms. to have been a host to such an elusive guest.

But I've built my foundation too strong, learnt to make thick walls too early. Love won't have a chance to come in, let alone devastate me.

[wordsbyukiyo]

reconnecting...

Too many lost connections

From all the bleeding emotion

But it’s not without struggle

Even tore a limb in the scuffle

From the prison bars

Carved deep into skin

Line up those scars

Connected through this link

From necklaces of rope

Figures dancing in air

Intertwine with care

And crochet a bridge of hope

From weightless falling

Bodies merely drifters

On concrete finally meeting

In the confluence of rosen rivers

[wordsbyukiyo]

I've got someone that I like now

I've spent the last few months thinking how great it would be to have someone to like. I guess its true that humans can't remember pain.

[wordsbyukiyo]

someone

everyone has someone

someone they can seek out

someone who seeks them out

i'd say i'd like to have someone, too

but i tend to destroy someone

so i can't put someone through that, again

not anymore

[wordsbyukiyo]

could this be my last life

one last life to live

before i drift

untethered

[wordsbyukiyo]

reconnecting...

Too many lost connections

From all the bleeding emotion

But it’s not without struggle

Even tore a limb in the scuffle

From the prison bars

Carved deep into skin

Line up those scars

Connected through this link

From necklaces of rope

Figures dancing in air

Intertwine with care

And crochet a bridge of hope

From weightless falling

Bodies merely drifters

On concrete finally meeting

In the confluence of rosen rivers

[wordsbyukiyo]

it's so unfair that three minutes of my excitement, happiness, elation

it brings me a headache and a feeling of emptiness

like a battery at 0%

[wordsbyukiyo]

how could one be so unconcerned with the words they let run free from their mouths? how could they speak without care of how they'll sound?

[wordsbyukiyo]

innocence died screaming

honey ask me, i should know

[ololygas]

The Writing Life, Annie Dillard

[wordsbyukiyo]

a thought of mine (001)

you know how they say that nightmares can only come when you're most alright? and then they wonder why i always sleep these days.

[inkskinned]

i want to stand in the darkness of my life and curl my shaking body around the fist of my past and say - i was loved, and that mattered

but when i open the book of my life, it is always the same song about aching. the same rabid aria of flight, of fingers breaking

i was loved, and the hollow of my body remained unholy for the entirety. i was the floor of an ocean, and i strangled the light quickly

i could be loved so wide that it would break the greenhouse and kill all the plants inside. i could be loved like an explosion and still be cold

whatever is broken inside of me only wants to devour. the love just slips right off from where i can feel it, a little swirl of toothpaste

in the sink of my childhood: little white menthol fingerprints spelling out - i wish i was better. i did everything i could.

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, Poems 1962-2012

[wordsbyukiyo]

or you know — to just escape. I'm in a hurry to escape

[ritikajyala]

My 13 year old cousin came back from a date with her boyfriend and said, "I can't wait to grow up and spend sunday afternoons with him." At first, I wanted to laugh (after all they're just 13), but I remember being 13 and having the world in my hands. I remember getting excited to talk to someone about my dreams and wishes, and how happy these daydreams and fantasies made me. There's this innocence you can only have at 13 and the world rises and falls and crashes and burns every year... until you do not think about quiet sunday afternoons.

So I asked her about the date and heard her giggle about bubblegum flavored ice cream, and how much she loves this little life. I think she makes me love it too.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[wordsbyukiyo]

it's no longer diligence that finishes my work

it is my hunger for normalcy that keeps me from the dead — line

[literaturecravings]

—The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde