mental health – Page 7 – Jordyn Saelor

All that’s bitter is gold

We’re burning a new plate of bread for your bitter taste buds to enjoy, but wait, make sure you follow our strange customs–don’t eat

maybe this ache in my veins comes from every holiday that I go home and my blood don’t listen and my blood keep talkin’ round in circles– we’re glad you’re here, have you planned your future yet? We’re glad you’re here, what’s with your hair this year? And I keep reading and writing mostly forContinue reading “Outta my blood”

Night Drive

I’ve got phrases for days like the school kids say I’ve got clouds of prey hunting birds of gray and a mighty mouse who can’t come and play since she’s busy lifting cheese for the snowy goats to eat, but Billie’s gone silly in the toboggan head and it’s dark outside so ghosts ride schoolContinue reading “Night Drive”

This Book Won’t be Winning a Watty

(this book right here) Early in the summer, I got the chance to work with the “Bootcamp Mentors” program on Wattpad, where experienced writers provide lots of one-on-one feedback to selected mentees. The feedback I got from my mentor majorly boosted my confidence in my writing and storytelling skills. So of course I submitted GraveyardContinue reading “This Book Won’t be Winning a Watty”

Under a Sewn Sky

’til you till the good earth with your bones, you can’t tell me you’ve suffered need. ’til you fill the neon graveyards with zombie dreams that you refuse to let die cuz they’re the only ones you can talk to about the truth– until then, you can’t brag about your courage, your faith, your anxiety,Continue reading “Under a Sewn Sky”

The Sanity Planity

Laugh the awful off, give a good teehee or a bwahaha–all the flaws, brush them off like cinder sloughing from the good ol’ apple tree

Stay with Me

I just got the sadness shivers, a bird flock fleeing from my ribs, it’s almost like my bones know what my heart’s getting into, how my tears seek to swim like oceans and floors are synonyms — all the sounds of a skin assail me, I mean “sounds” the way vibrations bong ear drums andContinue reading “Stay with Me”

Try a night, trilobite

here in these midnight afterhours, the world opens with possibility: anything could happen, dreams could come true in an eyeblink, all mysteries could melt out of fossils

Don’t Be

don’t be perfect like a crisp little cookie; cuz if one crumb cracks off, leaving you 99% and no mercy, Your Perfectness knows there’s an infinite supply of numbers

Desert a Friend

All the want in these veins could water the earth and build forests from the dust grow meadows from the red mud rust — I have wandered through the dry but my tears keep me alive carve a track to take me to the seaside, maybe six years from now I’ll arrive on a quietContinue reading “Desert a Friend”