starlights hanging on the ceiling
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Thread Topic: starlights hanging on the ceiling
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there is nothing romantic or intriguing
about the way you read books by your window at 4am waiting for the sunrise
or how you let the poisonous taste of vodka scald the lining of your throat
or the tragedy that shriveled and closed you up 8 months ago
or the picked scabs at your crooked, fallen knees,
shaped like scattered islands on a map.
it just is, it just is, it just is -
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i wish i could delete parts of myself
who i am
what i was
delete everything that turned me into what i am today. would things be worth it? could things be different?
even if they were different, would they even be better? -
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»»————- poetry drabble ————-««
the flesh and blood that once brought warmth
is slowly starting to cool
and as i
scribble scribble scribble
away i find my fingers
scribble
beginning to tense
but your hands were
scribble scribble
always so lovely
and capable of wonderful creation
perhaps
scribble
perhaps you could sculpt me a new body
make my body of white stone
with
scribble scribble scribble scribble
dusty pink veins running through me
recreate me in a rose quartz wonder
scribble
so that my body might last forever
scribble scribble
but a stone body does no good for writing
scri
and i'm finding it hard to
scribble scribble scribble
away to bring you the writing scribble that
you desire
scribble scribble
scribble scribble scribble scribble
scribble s
scrib
scribble scribble scribble scribble scribble
skri
sckribl
scrielb
my body is encased in stone
and my fingers can no longer move to
scribble scribble scribble
away
i am stuck in a moment in time
where i am cursed to watch the very first moment
that i fell in lover
over and over again
but my star of a heart is cooling
and i can feel it beginning to weigh heavy on my chest
pulling my rib cage in
until the moment i finally collapse in on myself
scribble
until the moment i break
scribble scribble scribble
until the moment
scribble
the moment
scribble scribble
until i fall in on myself
shattering the body you so gracefully gave to me
until the moment
i can finally lay at rest -
i don't want to have to go to the hospital tomorrow
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