tired
i wish i hadn’t spent so much time on my wounds when i was younger, sitting in front of all those red nights with a bottle of pills or a shotgun. enough of feeling helpless, enough of feeling unloved....
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the-constant-emptying: 41/365 for reaching out and still coming...
the-constant-emptying: 41/365 for reaching out and still coming up empty.
View Articlescared/scarred
until now I have never realized how close the words scarred and scared are- something akin to always and all ways. these are the kind of words you use when you are aching, or writing a love letter....
View ArticleI really appreciate that you took time to look at those lines and I am really...
You’re very welcome! And I think you should definitely start your own writing blog; I would love to follow your work. I’m kind of shy too, but that doesn’t get in the way of making a writing blog at...
View ArticleYour blog inspired me to start writing again, I don't write poetry like you...
I’m so glad you’ve started writing again. :) And if the story is too long like you said you can always split it into two messages! <3
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my god, this will be a struggle by writingsforwinter
my god, this will be a struggle by writingsforwinter
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sadness in my chair
i came home last night and sadness was sitting in the chair again- see how he hovers, like a ghost, drifting between my world and someone else’s. i want to push him hard, shove him up against the...
View Articlethe time we spent together
the time we spent together cannot be sliced into pieces like cold sweet wedges of an orange; it cannot be donated to the universe like bone marrow. what we had together is something that happened once,...
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there are no beautiful suicides.
there is no such thing as a beautiful suicide. all fingertips cease to touch; all hearts are broken. bathrooms lie empty and vain, with the blood running down the drain; bedroom doors are shut and the...
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earl grey
queenofthelilacs: the tea has grown cold in the other room where we once knew what love was.
View Articlewindy days
this morning you were made of wind and you blew out of my bones and settled in my skin.
View Articlea year of sorrows
December 3rd: i woke up with my hands shaped around your absence. December 18th: your side of the bed feels cold. December 29th: i cook dinner for two then realize only one person lives here anymore....
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theseheadaches: the death of the universe | collab...
theseheadaches: the death of the universe | collab with http://writingsforwinter.tumblr.com. her poem + my photo and edit. _____ THESE HEADACHES
View Articlescalpels
i turned my skin inside out for you, unzipped myself like a dress until all my innerworkings were laid bare. this is the way of things, how my heart slides so cleanly from the bone when you put your...
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