166 posts
Expoundingspark - Elsewhere - Tumblr Blog
sometimes, i wish
i could drink you
away;
the aroma of alcohol
lingers
on my lips -
hey, stranger,
hear me out.
inebriation is nowhere
near enough:
are you?
"intrusive thoughts."
d.b.a
never let your escape become an addiction.
& here I am, years later, those marks still etched upon my flesh:
cigarettes in one hand & phone calls to my therapist in the other;
& maybe one day I will survive the things which defiled my bones.
Never admire my body without fantasizing my soul.
holding my own hand by judas h. ( @judas-redeemed ) image id in alt
whatever thou art stay away soon i will be consumed...
Maybe recovering doesn’t necessarily mean you come back to who you were, but you become someone new. Maybe you find a new sense of self. Maybe you like this version better. Maybe you feel like you improved as a person, in a new direction that you didn’t expect to go. Healing comes in different ways, but I hope it works out for you, and that you feel comfortable in your own skin and that you can cope better with any challenges that may come.
Close to 10am again. Peeking through thin layers of understanding in a still somewhat vague reality. Adding breakpoints on whichever level, with the comforting feel of freezing everything just long enough to make sense of it. Needless to say this only takes one that far, it only works then and now, and it lets a whole slew of unique issues and insights just escape ones attention and irrevocably disappear in murky depths. And still trying to handle some other, though lighter, shadows, too, while waiting for another ray of sun. Debugging ones own code seems more challenging. It all somehow depends.
#outerworld #home office hours #where we are we are #concrete city
I wrote some poetry! I’m so proud of this book. I’m so grateful to have a culmination of love, thoughts, and feelings in book form too!
From Violet Storm's chapbook, Breathe, available from Bottlecap Press!
i have lived my life wanting to die for long enough that a year from now does not entice me the same anymore; what will it look like, and will it be any different? we may never know until then should, tomorrow, one of us meet our end, so i live now just to write to you what only today can tell: the blooming, pink oleander; the nightly owl at my window; and the beat of my undying and fervent heart;
Cette Scène Crepusculaire
Tell me nothing but instead move your hands to gently handle a malleable me, warm like the sun. Peer closely at what builds my reality and you’ll find memetic ornamentation that has you and feels like home. Once, in a dream, we were together and I was getting you a drink. A swish of movement as I feel happiness then the dream fades. Quick memory: of late night Space Ghost and warm, fuzzy laughs Strawberry, Strawberry, Strawberry In the future, we’ll sit and watch crepuscular rays filter through sunset clouds.
Home at Last.
I bet you forgot about the furtive pygmy again, didn't you? Sigh. it's like u don't even care anymore...
Would it makes sense this way?
In my weirdest dreams, you are still a grasp of reality nestled in my heart.
The Bee's Knees
I'm sunlight on the inside. Thoughts settle into a mellow flow of golden honey lemon glow... Comfort and I finally coincide.
Inoubliable
I cannot function. I cannot move. Then I remembered how you and I (groove, grooved, and) will groove... Suddenly, limbs were free and I could clearly see. Breathe evenly. Become giggly... (*concentration dissolves to daydreaming*)
I wonder what dreams await me. Surely you will be there this night. I hope, I ponder, and I love. What more is there? ~ B.T.