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@youngjadedeyes
You're scratching a blackboard and I am sitting seat-first to your stance I can hear the screeching of your nails and you keep on clawing until I am deaf to the sound and you tell me, it is okay, the sound is indifference, the sound is nothing, the sound is me, and I am indifferent, and I am nothing.
youngjadedeyes (Lola)
i made peace with the devil and tied down each of his strings. i called out his heart and tore it apart until the envy lurked out like the blood trickling down the vast calamities of ground that take form as, in my mind, anything but my wrists. i smoked 2 packs of cigarettes with him and talked it out, he told me he loved me but he didn't want out. he told me he wanted to climb in the darkest spaces in me and sleep in every room. he said he would leave if i do so i did but what about you?
And it will carry me to greatness somehow…
Late at night I feel myself glow from the inside. I nuzzle into my own chest, bowed at the neck in an attempt to climb down to myself, to put a hand on one shoulder, to whisper in one ear, ‘Here, it’s here, here.’ I read long emails I sent in the last week, letters I regret or that I’ve forgotten, that I’m scared to look over, small things I can’t believe I’ve done. Run to the bus stop because I’m allowed to, play the piano when I’m asked like a dancing bear. I squint at the train station, offer a ride home to someone I barely recall sitting in the pit of my stomach. We are all but expanding, bursting out of ourselves in the tiny hot car. He tosses a can out the window. I pull into the driveway and look at the stars, visible for the first time in weeks. The moon is never gone long. On evenings like this one, she sinks into me teeth first.
clear as mud | ishani jasmin (via ishanijasmin)
Forever doesn’t Grow In the corners Of wet pavements, Or in the tiny cracks Of broken windows. Forever doesn’t Grow On trees, No matter how many Times you Water it. Forever doesn’t Breathe In your lungs, Or smoke your Cigarettes. Forever Lies in the young, Their imagination. Forever Lies in the souls Of the elderly, And their fascination. Forever Prospers with love, And its foundation. Forever, Grows in our hands, Right in the midst Of our salvation.
forever - youngjadedeyes/lola b
Does it bother You When he shines on You so bright? Because I can see The way it bothers You. The way you block Out the Light.
youngjadedeyes/lola b
You can’t keep trying To stitch up Your broken heart. Because no matter how much You do, It will always bleed Through the thread.
youngjadedeyes/lola b
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If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Sylvia Plath, “The Rival” (via thelovejournals)
And sometimes it’s just so hard to fight the tightness in my chest when everything is dark. And it breaks my heart to realize that I am not (always) strong enough to fight for myself which shouldn’t really be a surprise. So I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, wrapped up in my sheets and the emptiness is overwhelming, just like the way my heart beats. And it is so goddamn hard not to forget that there is something that makes it worth the fight and that I cannot just go back to bed, because the only thing I really don’t want to lose is the awareness that I’m the one who gets to chose where my life will take me and what’s my destiny and that my passions are a way of therapy.
// fighting j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)
pink lights (2016) by @lovehigher
Take a freak like me And tie down its strings. Watch the ropes unhinge Themselves from underneath, Twisting into knots under the Feet of bearded women Whom vocalize animal-like Hymns to impress The hairless cats. Take a freak like me And tame it in the wild. Watch its discipline Between the trees and thick Algae resting in between The spaces of its paws, And watch its roaring wilderness In its suppressing cage. Take a freak like me And unbutton its desires. Watch its hidden Agendas In the shallow depths Of its willingness to be Something other than What it is. Take a freak like me And read the maps Sketched on its back. Watch the details of each Forbidden road uncover A different path. Have you watched a freak like me so intently before? Maybe you’d think so. But it takes a freak like me to Watch a freak like me Be a freak like me.
lola
I am a blue bird that Can only see gray. How sad is it That to me, My true colors Have no hue? How sad is it That to me, My feathers will never Be blue? How sad is it To be something That I cannot See? How sad is it That all I try to be, Is me?
I’m a colorblind bluebird
I run away from A car that keeps Getting closer, The haze of the heat Burns my lungs Until I can no longer breathe Nor stand on my feet. The car just keeps speeding, And I give up as I start Heaving, It hits me but I know What it was after, It was testing My ability to keep up, Surrender, And shatter.
You no longer can control me, You don’t own me.
People think its easy to come out of your shell and act like you’ve always been a part of the shore. Its not. Its hell. Its fighting for yourself but losing it halfway through the attack. Its bubbling into madness. Its 3 am with your heart on your sleeve. Its an empty birdcage, lifeless without the screams of its bird. Its acting like you know what you’re doing when you know how it’ll all end. Crash and burn at the seams just the way you always did. I want those people to crash and burn with me. I want to show them how loud it can get get inside their head. I want to show them all the restless nights and the countless questions they’ll be asking themselves. I told them it was hell. They didn’t listen. Everyone wants a taste of crazy nowadays its insane.
Lola
