Late Night Writing - Tumblr Posts
I shall stand on my own
as your words that I cannot forget
hung on the hooks of my memory.
I shall stand, stand I shall,
and spin away your words
of salt and of injury
Into indifference, into oblivion
and be shaped and reshaped
by my own conquering voice.
I shall stand. Stand I did.
@kafkaesquebibliomaniac
(Artwork Self-portrait with Death Playing the Fiddle by Arnold Bocklîn.)
Stars, Scars and Repairs:
The starry night looks incomparable tonight
And it reminds me of your face
Full of interstellar details.
Details I was ready to sort them out
And memorise them for eternity.
But here I am now, all by myself,
Stargazing and hurting.
For I never never ever thought that
Your realest face would turn
Into a mere fiction.
An image in the back of my mind
Depending on occasions, fleeting moments
To be remembered to reality.
Nevertheless, I stargaze and hurt
To remember you so that I forget you.
@kafkaesquebibliomaniac
We're together but each one of us is pulled back by the dogs of isolation. The desperation for touch, for speech is crisp but the silence is conquering. We sit disconnected, we sense our words and phrases falling short of dare and of significance. We look at each other but our eyes are clouded, blinded by the black mist of misunderstanding. I look at you and you at me, we are mere discoloured postcards, ripped love letters, both of us are clinging on something that's driving us astray. We're together but we're so lonely. Your eyes have their unfinished passion and mine are brim of affection. But none of us dares to come closer or to set the tongue free. We sit: silent, self-centred, singular, and sinuous, as we let these small misunderstandings, grouping, winning, and seizing vain victory. You look at me again and I at you, our wrong silence is bleeding for speech, for liberation, for communication.
@kafkaesquebibliomaniac
(Artwork by Joseph Lorusso.)
name a better feeling than listening to joji late into the night, while everyone else is asleep.
it's just you and your laptop, a luminescent candle and a cozy blanket.
i think i might try to write tonight!
turns on writing playlist
opens writing document
let me quickly open the pinboard for the story. i need to reconnect with the vibes.
opens Pinterest as a side-tab adjacent to the writing document
oh my god, i forgot about this song! how could I?? so under-rated!
gets a little carried away with the music, smiling cheek-to-cheek, scrolling quickly through recommended pins beneath the board
2 hours later, writing document sits at 2 words, playlist has repeated full-circle, Pinterest has grown boring.
frowns. not again! turns to tumblr to write about the "relatable" writing lore she just experienced