You tumblr through tragedy
like a samara
plucked from its tree by a passing breeze.
Where you land,
grows a forest-
Roots reach up, make a fist around the pain
and say
"I will not let you own me."
And thus,
peace surmounts all.
Months flew by
on raven's wings
and I asphyxiated under the weight of your presence.
A telepathic vixen,
you seduced me with
pride
and fucked me with contempt;
I was helpless to the rawness of your skin
and the voids under your eyes.
Swiftly, I fell in love with you:
a sugar-coated euphemism
an allegory of sorrow,
and you betrayed me with the same cruelty as my mother.
Maybe this all would have hurt less
if you ever actually
touched me.
(Dis)connected by evryrosehasitsthorns, literature
Literature
(Dis)connected
No matter how disconnected we become
From this connected world we’ve formed,
We will always, we will always...
Need another for warmth.
No matter how disconnected we become
From this connected world we’ve made,
We will never, we will never...
Make it all tame.
We are evolving faster than we can contain,
And we’re creating so fast that we will end up lame.
We’re shaping the world and shaping the future,
But we cannot shape ourselves.
We can only hope we won’t make our own hell.
When was another being
Not good enough?
When was loving a person
Just too tough?
We are just so alone with our need to be as one.
We ar
I'm a Chrome Plated Steel Mountain by evryrosehasitsthorns, literature
Literature
I'm a Chrome Plated Steel Mountain
I’m a chrome plated steel mountain.
Everyone slips away.
You seem to be a magnet.
Are you, then, attracted?
I don’t want you to leave.
When you’re away,
I feel a pull on me.
I don’t want to be needy, but don’t leave...
I’m a chrome plated steel mountain.
I generally can’t pursue on feet, or so it seems.
People roll, or slip, or otherwise leave.
So I ask, don’t...
Leave...
Me.
Did you ever know that I’m a poet?
I don’t think I ever said...
To you.
So, yes, it’s true, I wrote this.
And I wrote every word...
For you.
I’m a chrome plated steel mountain.
Everyone slips away
No Heaven, No Hell by evryrosehasitsthorns, literature
Literature
No Heaven, No Hell
No heaven, no hell,
Just a peaceful end
Where us and our loved ones
Have lifetimes to spend.
The energies flowing
Through our Earth,
As we lay side by side
By the warm hearth.
Take the time here that we all have,
For appreciation of life is the strongest of salves.
Spend time with one another all filled with love,
And admire the starry night sky so high above.
We are but ants in this vast universe,
But we have the strength, no matter how adverse.
Cry all the tears that you need to,
For it cleanses the soul; yes, it will heal you.
No heaven, no hell,
Just a peaceful end
Where us and our loved ones
Have lifetimes to spend.
Don’t worry a
Always When Things Get Good by evryrosehasitsthorns, journal
Always When Things Get Good
Warning: Rated MA (LV, for crude language and violence)
Bipolar... One son of a bitch of an illness. Or more like a smart ass illness. It always makes certain to keep me reeled in by reminding me over and over about the mania highs, the wealth of empathy and compassion it provides me, the unique perspectives I have because of it... Do I have Stockholm Syndrome? Yeah, it feels like my bipolar has held me hostage for all this time, and to survive, I fell in love with it. Stockholm Syndrome. It holds a gun to my head and I beg it not to leave.
Right as that perfect moment comes up where things are feeling like they're all good, it pops up. Dep