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The Jealousy Cascade
The green-eyed monster is a toxic snake,
Sneaking up on you like a saboteur,
Leaving its poison coursing through your veins.
Jealousy likes to leave pain in its wake.
Not the raging behemoth of old myths,
The green-eyed monster is a toxic snake.
While you hold tight to what you think is yours,
The serpent emerges from your concerns,
Sneaking up on you like a saboteur.
Its bite produces a torturous pain,
As it digs its fangs deep into your skin,
Leaving its poison coursing through your veins.
The Ghost of My Identity
The girl in the corner of my room
Watches me with lonesome eyes
While I lie awake at night.
I ask her to explain her visitation in exasperation.
She points to a picture of her past condition,
At me, swinging on a hammock on the beach.
¿Cuando vamos a jugar así? she asks expectantly,
Looking up at me with a smile so wide
As to have not yet been touched by life,
And a twinkle in her eye that lights a spark of recognition
For this young and spirited apparition.
She’s a remnant of the day we split in two,
When she became a part of me that I outgrew.
That cataclysmic shift in the timeline of my life,
Making me wonder what it would’ve looked like
If I’d held on to her tighter while the world pulled us apart,
If, instead of casting her aside, I’d lived with her in my heart.
And I wonder if it’s even worth fighting any harder.
Ya mismo, I say to calm this little specter.
Panic Attack
Darling, I feel myself dying,
And I fear that this time I won’t come back.
And I think I can hear my soul crying,
Weeping wonderous tears that turn to black.
Darling, I feel the doom rising,
Not a force in the world could hold it back.
And I think you don’t think that I’m trying,
But I can’t seem to keep myself on track.
Darling, I feel their nails clawing,
Pulling out all the shit that’s inside of me.
And I think you don’t hear my voice calling,
And I swear this is worse than anxiety.
Darling, I feel myself drowning,
And I’m losing my grip on my sanity.
And I think I can hear the waves laughing.
Darling, I’m slipping out of reality.
My Old Friend Depression
I’ve got a friend I’ve asked to stay.
The problem is he won’t go away.
I welcomed him with open arms
The moment I let down my guard.
I let him get inside my head.
He laid down his things and made his bed.
He put a blade up to my wrist,
A feeling I can’t say I missed.
I’m getting sick of this long visit.
I’m scared to say I think I’ll miss him,
My old friend Depression.
Shrinking My Anxiety
When fighting my anxiety,
He grew and grew inside of me.
The fighting made him stronger, see.
In crushing all my organs, he
Almost squeezed the life out of me.
But then I thought with clarity,
I’d offer him a lovely seat
(One he’d have to shrink to meet)
At the table of affinity.
And so, he shook my hand with glee,
Glad to join the family
Of all the different parts of me.
And finally given some esteem,
He gradually let me go free.
Once, I Tasted Paradise
Once, I tasted paradise.
I watched my broken wings take flight
Among the angels I still dream of at night.
The sun beat down on my skin,
And the color of my sins
Faded with the love of newfound kin.
Unplugged from the world, I looked up at the stars
And ignited their hearths,
Letting their warmth fill my heart.
I climbed trees with creatures from storybooks and legends.
I ate food that tasted like ambrosia from heaven.
I learned to accept whatever is given.
I discovered the secrets of life,
And I met with the spirit of my mind.
I gave the angels a piece of my shimmering light.
Then I woke up in a black and white world,
Screaming in a language I can’t use anymore,
And I wondered if Alice still looks for that miniature door.
My Intuition and I
I found my Intuition in the depths of my chest,
Trapped between the bars of my ribcage.
Years of muffled screaming had left her voice hoarse with rage.
In losing that voice, she’d taken to pounding at my heart,
Squeezing my throat, and waking me up with a start.
She was no longer a free spirit of wisdom and dreams.
Locked up in a cell of nightmares and tears,
She’d become the harbinger of all of my fears.
I found her key jammed into the tip of my tongue,
Rusted from waiting and scarred from being bitten for so long.
I wasted my days looking for someone to blame,
But after struggling with her lock and key,
I finally opened up and let my spirit free.
However, I found I could no longer understand her speech.
My Intuition and I are still learning to speak.
I Thought I Saw Myself Tonight
I thought I saw myself tonight
In the cold, still water, bathing in the moonlight,
Her aqueous face reflecting my anamorphic strain.
I reached out my hand to pull her from her watery grave
And watched the drops of her features slip through my fingers.
The look of her distorted face still lingers.
I thought I saw myself tonight,
A featureless being blocking out the hazy glow of twilight,
Her shady figure exposing the murkiness of my soul.
She waved at me, a smokey hand I couldn’t hold.
I ran after her in vain and watched her struggling to leave,
Her elongated limbs blending in with the darkness of the trees.
I thought I saw myself tonight,
Trapped behind a pane of glass upright,
Her weary soul reflecting the tiredness in my bones.
I tried to break her free and watched her shatter on the floor.
In breaking out and breaking down, she finally got her chance to weep.
A million little pieces of Me, and none of them I get to keep.
Drawtober 2021!
august slipped away into a moment in time ✌️
I just learned how to use the wind filter on Photoshop, so she looks more like a ghost now
Right Where You Left Me
I made this little chibi/kawaii collage of some of my favorite things: cerulean blue, hand fans, Pokemon, s’mores, writing, and art!
My DnD character is getting a familiar, and I chose an imp, so this is Tux! He’s ready to go!
Taylor Swift is Universal
How come every new show or movie I watch or book I read reminds me of some song in “Folklore” or “Evermore”? Taylor Swift is such an amazing universal storyteller!
I finished reading "Rebecca," and I can definitely see how this book inspired a lot of songs on Folklore and Evermore. But to go even further, here's a quote I found of Daphne du Maurier talking about the Menabilly house she lived in that inspired Manderley in the book, and I'm getting such Taylor Swift Folklore vibes from this!
Also, du Maurier died in 1989, the year Taylor Swift was born
Lost Bunny
‘Tis the Damn Season Nostalgia Theory
I really think “’Tis the Damn Season” has a love letter from Taylor to her fans woven into it. There’s a nostalgia there for the beginning of her career -- staying at her parents’ house, revisiting her teen years (parked between the Methodist and her old high school), the whole country music aesthetic (mud on truck tires). And the road not taken could be the path of going further in her country career, before she got wrapped up in Hollywood pop drama. But ultimately, she chooses to return to her current life and career path and ambitions.
I drew my DnD character! She’s an Archfey Warlock Tiefling named Katsu!
This was my first time drawing a “person” digitally, so it was super nerve-wracking, but I’m so proud of how it came out!
It’s also my first time playing DnD
Small Town New England
Pandora’s Jar of Affects
