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[harmony]

i’m looking at the sun and you’re looking at the moon and the stars are begging us to look at each other

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i might not be anything now

but perhaps in the future, i'll be worshipped

- false, but still a god

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I used to think I had to kill my sadness before it killed me

But I’m starting to realize I don’t have to kill the ugly parts of me to survive

And that sadness has her place within me, alongside happiness and alongside my fears and anxiety

You can’t kill the parts of you that you simply don’t want to see again

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When I was a little girl, I used to wish on dirty old pennies that I threw into fountains. I’d wish for extravagant things that a 10 year old girl dreamed of. Fame and fashion and love and romance and a thousand golden adventures beneath the sky of my imagination.

Years later, more of an adult than a child but still in the middle, I throw my penny into the water of the fountains and my wish has been the same ever since:

I wish to be happy.

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how vain of me to think myself some kind of god because i stumbled across a wet worm on my morning walk and put it back on the damp grass

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and suddenly it’s another november of another year

of another year

of another year

and so on and so it goes and every september you think the next october will be better, perhaps the next november will be more healing than the last and and you can never live in the present because you’re so focused on the you of the future figuring it out

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part of making poetry is making bad poetry. and i don’t mean that you can’t write, of course you can, you know you can (you’ve seen it), but great poets are not always great poets. often there are terrible poems - for one reason or another it’s just not there. maybe it doesn’t convey what you need it to or maybe it’s not strong or maybe when you re-read it you just hate it.

this is all part of being a poet. of being any writer, honestly, but especially poets. you have to be okay with writing poems that don’t fit your own criteria, you have to be okay with writing poems that ultimately lead to nowhere. you have to be okay with writing absolute shit because sometimes through all that shit you’ll get some good shit. 

writing poetry is all about writing shitty poetry, too.

and don’t let the fear of writing badly stop you from writing. writing badly is better than not writing. writing a bad poem is still creating poetry.

so go out there and write all the bad poems you need to. 

[harmony]

how do you feel about someone writing a poem or sippet based of your writing? cuz ive been thinking about the vodka in the dresser one for a while and its kinda inspiring me, but i don't wanna write or share something if you arent comfortable.

omg holy shit please do!!!! like, i would love that. all art is inspired by other art - maybe that art is a sunset or another person's poem or a tv show or a movie or lived experiences - it's all art!! if ANYTHING i have ever said inspires even a small amount of someone else's creativity, i would LOVE to see it.

please do share and if you DM me i'd love to see it!!! like please do. id be more than comfortable with that

[harmony]

how much of your own soul will you kill to absolve yourself of living?

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the words in my veins are stuck,

so i make them bleed.

and they tell me that pain is beauty and madness is genius.

i think i’d rather be boring.

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how cruel that my grave haunts me, empty as it is

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medicating my future with my past, turning what has been into what will inevitably be, i am robbing me of myself. 

— how long can you steal from yourself until there's nothing left?

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i don't know why i crave the bitter taste of your cruel indifference but recently the honey just tastes like poison and the poison keeps calling my name -

but sweet things always turn to dust in my mouth and i can’t stop myself from craving anything that promises me it'll kill me.

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but if i can’t make you love me, i’ll teach you to hate me instead.

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i’m new on tumblr and i randomly added people here. i read others’ stories but it was this account that i’ve spent much time reading. argh! love your work! 🤍 continue to inspire us all!

oh wow hi anon! this is really cute :’) thank you so much! your words mean a lot to me, thank you so much for taking the time to send this my way. i’ll try my best! <3

[harmony]

i rest my own hand against my face, leaning into my palm. for a moment, i believe it’s you.

—  you can put your hand wherever you want, darling, but that won’t make you theirs

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did i deserve to burn?

were there matches in my pockets,

was there was gasoline in my veins?

were my tears an oil slick? 

was my body just a rest stop for yours? 

...were you never really there?

my skin is scorched right where your fingerprints used to cover it.

you could line up my bones and ignite the leftovers of me and with my last, shaky breath, i’d whisper,

“do you finally love me, now that you’ve killed me?”