It’s late, love, and I can’t sleep. I should sleep though, should go, the clock is ticking to tomorrow and I know the slow explosion of exhaustion will drag me down eventually. I mean, I’m sorry, I should sleep, should take myself down before the grenade does, but I can’t lie, tomorrow morning I’ll be pulling myself late out of bed either way. So I’m still awake.
Tag Archives: mental health
Before the Storm
“If you stand for nothing, you will fall for anything” might be why I fall for your glow every time I walk into a room, hello, sunshine, the seasons are in bloom but I’m terrified of what lurks deep below, will you take my hope in the dead of night and marry her to theContinue reading “Before the Storm”
Resin Scent Resented/Harmless and Heard
In this ol factory residence, we resent the scent of resin, residue staining our retinue when we want to walk free, yet if you run to the void and scream yourself clean, not even bark will hear and echo back your pain, so you can’t be both harmless and heard, you catch my drift? YouContinue reading “Resin Scent Resented/Harmless and Heard”
For Your Sake
I can take it. I can take all the hailstorms and the lightning and the caterpillars eating my leaves. I can prove it, I can be the softest, most emotionally vulnerable saint you have ever seen, I will care about every soul who crosses my path and hand out compliments and be kind to everyone.
I’m sorry, no you can’t, you are mortal
Is this a lot? Yeah, it is.
So I have been thinking about this video a lot, and more importantly, the whole trend in the world leading to stuff like these anti-trans/LGBTQ+ bills in the U.S.
When the People Pleaser Plays Pretend
Maybe I could bring up a topic I like Maybe I could disagree just one time Maybe I could suggest I’m right when I know I am Maybe I could quit smiling when I don’t feel so glad Maybe I could say no when I don’t want to — There’s a compulsive people pleaser burrowedContinue reading “When the People Pleaser Plays Pretend”
Quiet Hands/Screw ABA Therapy
Quiet hands don’t tap the desk quiet hands don’t flap quiet hands cause no problems quiet hands hide in your lap quiet mouths say “fine,” “I’m sorry,” “my bad”
Hurricane
Frodo, in Lord of the Rings, him being so weak is what makes him strong enough to carry the ring–contradictions like that, weak and strong in a cycle, currents of cold and warm clashing, collapsing, bottoming out, that’s the hurricane
April Truth
I raised my hands to the heavens you came from so when you left I cried drizzles on this pitiful desert, but my arms are strong, they always did hold up the sky, one day I might lower them
March Ache
Write another masterpiece but for what purpose, to prove to people who won’t listen you’re here? (That assumption, “won’t.”
Jordyn Saelor 