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And there's a piece of me
Left behind
In every step, every breath I take
Using Red Thread, Rima Day Intertwines History, Nature, and Human Experience in Striking Embroideries.
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It was blood dripping on my father's carpet, passing out at the doctor's office on my birthday because it had been three days since I'd eaten.
It was blood, more blood, and mirror checks at every angle.
It was coming to terms with what had happened to me at the hands of adults at parties I should never have been at.
It was moving away from everyone and being all alone in California, a place too hot and fast for my fragile bones and sad heart. Mile runs in the heat of morning, coffee and water, blade to skin, smoking cigarettes from the window of my bedroom.
Ten years later, I've gained twenty pounds.
Ten years later, I keep a pack of marb menthols in my purse and a razor in my pocket. For comfort.
Write about your life 10 years ago
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Guess something about me and I’ll respond with true or false
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“match my freak” how about you match my poetic misery instead
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Fuck what the groundhog said.
I saw a mosquito yesterday, it is Spring.
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1. "Am I going to be a roommate or a girlfriend?" I asked. "I don't know yet." He wants to erase months of what we've built and I am still a secret.
2. There's a certain cologne with a black licorice undertone he sprayed on a blanket for me once, but there's a pink Valentino (he wears less frequently now) that reminds me of when we met, his body wash has hints of bergamot.
3. It's been seven years, your account is still active but you never replied, perhaps you never even saw the message. I miss you, I loved you, I'm sorry we never stayed in touch.
4. Do you hear the cries and see the wonder? Do you keep track of which stars have been claimed and named after others? Do you watch the magic and the madness that happens in your darkness? Do you long to stay or do you wish to sleep when the moon in the morning sky lingers?
5. I am a work in progress, I am half-finished projects and treading water. But my psychiatrist said I'm stable enough now, after 9 months, to go down from monthly check-ins to every 3 months. So perhaps I am making progress.
Discussion 1/1/25
(Journal prompts—you don’t have to share if you don’t want to—these are for you to explore honestly and unfiltered in your journal!)
1. What have you struggled with recently?
2. List of comforting smells
3. Write a letter to someone who wouldn’t write back
4. Interview the night sky
5. At least one thing you accomplished/overcame recently
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Hornets are attacking
My face in the yard of a house I haven't seen
Since I was seventeen.
As the news cycles investigations.
"Have you seen this person?"
How unsettling is it to see your own
Missing persons report.
Except it wasn't me, it was a lie,
It was who everyone was pretending me to be.
Roommate.
"We've been spending a lot of time together."
Now everyone is on the search for some
Made-up Alex when I'm right here,
Just not in the form they expect me to be.
#a dream#dreams and nightmares#poets on tumblr#writing#spilled thoughts#spilled ink#poetry#poem#spilled writing#original writing#spilled poem#too close to home#its a long story#am i going to be a girlfriend or a roommate?#he said “i dont know yet”#its already been implied to his mother i was a roommate TURNED girlfriend#whatever#in the dream everyone was on the hunt for some boy named alex#they wouldnt believe that it was me#girl alex
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#send help#poets on tumblr#spilled thoughts#therapy#i go every other week#and its wonderful#despite never wanting to go#im always glad i did
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And she'd cry when she got nauseous, scared of what might come out - be it blood or bile, maybe even a confession.
One-Sentence Story Challenge | Penana
#poets on tumblr#writing#spilled thoughts#poetry#spilled ink#poem#spilled writing#original writing#spilled poem#writing prompt#penana
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It started with a song,
Stolen from my phone as I picked up candy
It turned into a playlist,
Notes written and passed during our lunch break
Before I knew it,
I was baking him a chai spiced apple pie
For his birthday
Which no one knows but me
Now it's starry rings,
Sharing blankets and flower arrangements
Now it's singing in the car,
Laundry on Tuesdays, making dinner,
Reading poems in the dark
Now it's love
February Poetry Contest | Penana
#poets on tumblr#writing#spilled thoughts#poetry#spilled ink#poem#spilled writing#original writing#spilled poem#writing prompt#poetry contest#penana
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Mouth hot against mine,
Says, "I want you forever,"
Wrapped up in my thighs
#poets on tumblr#writing#spilled thoughts#poetry#spilled ink#poem#spilled writing#original writing#spilled poem#haiku#haiku poetry#original haiku#haiku poem
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The words won’t come.
Not like they used to,
when sorrow dripped from my hands
and bled into the page.
Now, the sun is too bright,
the air too light,
and my mind,
empty of anything but warmth.
I reach for something deep,
something aching—
but there is nothing to find.
Only a full heart where poetry used to be.
#this is exactly how ive been feeling since being properly medicated#and the circumstances of my life drastically changing for the better#calm and empty
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1. Acacia, Ayla, Cassia, Elora, Ezra, Fleura, Ilana, Lilia, Micah, Phaedra
2. In between streetlamps on the trail, on the patio under the light of dusk, his oversized shirt in bed
3. I am shattered ceramic under layers of painters tape and twine, I am dried flower petals one wrong touch from falling off, scared knees and elbows kissed better yet still bleeding
4. I speak with the animals but they do not listen, I know they understand, I just lack the assertiveness to be taken seriously, I get tilted heads and whines in acknowledgment yet no follow
5. I switched to a body wash he thought smelled better but it's been drying out my skin, I try my best to take my make up off every night before bed
6. If my mother is considered the black sheep, then I am the heathen child, I should call my father more but I hate making him sad, my sister needs me yet she's always lived faster than I could, my brother doesn't need anyone
7. I was born 50 miles from where I live, and I always criticize those who never left yet I came back
8. Bring back the Cottonwood Mall, where my grandma worked in a glass office and there were kites of all colors hanging from the sky
9. The Hollow, an eerie and surreal novel that I never want to read yet get sucked into every time I do
10. Life is a puddle running into the gutter of the street, slow and seemingly shallow yet moving towards faster, bigger things, a larger puddle, a pond in the grass at the bottom of the hill that will have more room to swim
Journaling prompts
1. Top ten boy/girl names
2. Places to disappear in
3. How are you holding together
4. Have you retained the ability to speak with animals
5. Skincare routine
6. Who is your family
7. How long have you been here
8. Invent a building
9. What media have you been consuming lately
10. Is your life feeling fast or slow these days
#nosebleedclub#poets on tumblr#writing#spilled thoughts#spilled ink#spilled writing#original writing#writing prompt#journal entry#journal enteries
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