writing my wrong

"Tell the truth, but tell it slant." - Emily Dickinson. •writing is my therapy•

[thornsinthesoull]

[formerlyluckymanticore]

Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.

[purplemonkeysexgod69]

[thertg]

beneath a chorus of tears

our starless voices drowned

as twilight hung by a thread

and frayed hearts made no sound.

—RTG

[curraw]

Porch Light

Our porch light is the colour of fire in the sky. It's the colour of a midnight campsite Projecting off the walls.

It reminds me that we own a fire pit and never use it. It reminds me that I never stay up late, Although I’ve always loved the dark.

I stand under porch light and I am reminded:

There’s a whole other world Illuminated by shadows And stars.

[writingmywrong]

Lost in this desolate desperation

Seeking some sort of solace sensation

Firey rage against this apathy cage

Ashes give way to a vast icy space

Thus repeats the pergatorial cycle

[missinyouiskillingme]

Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.

— William C. Hannan

[threespringspoet]

From my diary, October 24th

[isaipoet]

a listener need a listener too—

[writingmywrong]

9th July 2025

I'm trying again

though I never seem

to stay consistent

For a the moment,

my head is above the

water

my feet can reach

some solid

sand

though who can tell

(certainly not me)

when this bank will

swiftly wash away

and the waves

reclaim the upperhand

[writingmywrong]

Tears of frustration,

Overwhelmment,

Exhaustion,

Form in the corners of my eyes

A sob unwittingly escapes--

I abruptly force it back

In order to make note

Of yet another task

In my perpetual list

that seems to everlast

Trapped in the furnace of my frustration,

My sorrow burns fiercely

transformed ire

Fuels my

Inescapable,

Ingrained,

shameful

Desire for

Overachievement

Anxiety bubbles over

Scalding my soul

And charring my passion,

My happiness.

Pervading me

Mentally,

Physically,

Viscerally,

Spiritually.

Convince myself

It will get better soon

But how many times

Can I fall for that lie

Before become immune?

[remanence-of-love]

[mustardmilkshake]

you are deserving

[writingmywrong]

Why do we

(as a society)

pride ourselves

on suffering

in silence?

instead of

seeking solice,

we're meant to turn to solitude.

To obscur

our need

for support

lest we seem

unjustly weak

unworthy of

consort

lest they deem us

too dependent

and disregard

our numerous efforts

to operate

in a system

that aims

to isolate

[writingmywrong]

This is one of the loneliest seasons of my life. I really hope it starts getting better soon.

[writingmywrong]

Perpetual depression

Unyielding obsession

With some far-fetched escape

From the daily oppression

Of this capitalist hellscape

[writingmywrong]

In all our memories strung together

Is this one that you'll keep?

A defining moment

That teaches you

Not to trust or rely on me

One brief moment

That could contribute a crack

To our potential future bond

If I could just keep it all together

You wouldn't have any stones

In your pearly memories

(though you do so love collecting rocks)

I already regret every infinitesimal pebble

That has fallen from my burden

To crush your spirit even for an instant

I'll keep working to shoulder and break down my own boulders

So that you don't have to feel anything I've inherited

that's heavy

[writingmywrong]

The world is too heavy

And every time I try

To shoulder some of the load

From someone else who looks weary

I feel like I might collapse

Life shouldn't be this overwhelming

All of the time