shittyartestries

[shittyartestries]

of course

of course i see the sun in you—
you are its pulse,
pouring gold into the hollow corners of the world,
your warmth sinking deep,
staying long after the horizon swallows the light.

and of course i see oceans in you—
infinite and alive,
tides drawn to unseen moons,
your depths cradling mysteries
that shimmer like constellations beneath the surface.

you are the shore—
where the sharpness of time softens,
where waves break not to destroy,
but to reshape,
whispering their devotion with every ebb and swell,
sculpting a landscape only you could hold.

and of course i see the stars in you—
scattered brilliance, burning quietly,
threads of light stitching the vast expanse,
guiding lost wanderers home.

you are the wind—
restless and relentless,
carrying whispers of far-off places,
leaving echoes in your wake.

and of course i see the earth in you,
steady and alive,
grounded and enduring,
bearing the weight of stories untold,
each breath a quiet promise of home.

you are the soil that gives,
the mountain that stands.

to see you is to see the universe,
and to wonder how infinity resides within a single soul.

[shittyartestries]

a stream of consciousness

life is so limited. i want to be a man, a mother, a father, a son, a childless woman. my time is so short. i want to try every food, read every book, learn every language, help every person, touch every heart. i want to be the artist and the muse. i want to be a painter, a writer, a scientist, a poet, a doctor, an astronaut.

i want to live a thousand lives so bad, i end up feeling like the one i am living right now is not enough. i could always be doing something else, something more. we’re made to enjoy the act of creation, the process of creating, but i feel guilty to enjoy what i have not created. but what is the point of art if not to be enjoyed. i am wasting time. my time is so infinitely short. maybe i am wasted potential. i can always be someone else, someone more, but then i would not be me as i am. all the time we have is now. all i am is who i am now.

i want to understand every single thing i don’t understand. i want to touch every single person’s heart. i want to be known, i want to be left alone. i want peace in my solitude. i want the world to know my name, but for only the best of reasons. i am afraid of what i don’t know. i want to know everything, but ignorance is bliss is peace. i want to be able to empathize with everyone, but i do not want to bare my soul. i want to be mysterious, i want to be known. to be loved is to be known. i don’t know who i am. i am a mirrorball. i am a mosaic of everyone i’ve loved. i am unique, i am not original. no one understands me. i want to relate to everyone.

i am greedy, i am selfless. i can’t have everything i want. i don’t want anything. i want the whole world and i want to give it to you.

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i saw the depths of the ocean in his face

because i longed to sink endlessly into him

i realized finally he was a god

and because my god felt like a sorrowful dream

i, too, sank deeper and deeper

though i knew to love him was to suffer, i could not stop

cradling all the emotions filling my lungs, i fell silent

i was merely a forsaken child

[shittyartestries]

i sink my teeth far too deep into those i love

i can’t seem to contain the depths of my devotion

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i talk to you in my head all the time

i still see you in everything

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on sunny days, i go out for a walk

i end up on a street where the sun shines brightly through gaps in the trees

the wind blows through my hair

i smell nothing

a sigh escapes my lips

i miss you more than anything

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i am a mosaic of all those i have loved and those who have loved me. i am a collection of features of my ancestors who have loved each other. i am born of love, loss, memories, and hatred. i am born of the history between nations, of strife and poverty, of happiness and prosperity.

i am a tapestry woven with threads of affection from those i’ve cherished and those who've cherished me. i bear the traits inherited from ancestors bound by love. my existence unfolds from the intricate dance of love, sorrow, memories, and disdain. i emerge from the tapestry entwined with tales of conflict, scarcity, joy, and abundance.

i am a melody composed of shared laughter and whispered confessions. each note echoes of familial bonds, connecting me to a lineage shaped by enduring love. my essence is etched with the brushstrokes of passion, pain, recollections, and the shadows of animosity.

in the grand symphony of existence, i am a product of the ebb and flow of human stories, a mosaic that mirrors the diverse hues of the human experience.

i am the echo of every beating heart.

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i hope the stars know how lucky they are when you wish upon them

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in the orchard of our affection, where citrus essence lingers, i’d squeeze the sunsets into every drop of love for you

with each crimson droplet, a testament to the passion we share, painting our love story in shades of citrus and devotion

it’s not difficult to find the love that i have for you — i would peel oranges until my fingers bled

- based on a tweet by @/sainticide

[shittyartestries]

to find someone as you are is to travel amongst the stars, and i am but tethered to the earth

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and we’ll have a dog and a cat and a snake or a ferret in our lifetime, and i’ll plant flowers in the spring.

— bloom with me, and we’ll let our roots settle next to each other.

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my stars

my moon

my sun

my galaxy

i hear people praying to the universe as if she wasn’t standing right in front of me.

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looking up at the stars, and i am once again reminded that they are so tiny. they are just little dots. who cares and i am enormous

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when i die, i will soon become nothing but molecules, dispersed into the atmosphere.

even then, i hope that we meet again, and dance the dopamine waltz.

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when the lust leaves, and my skin dries

when i no longer have a will to live

then i’ll know,

i’m over you

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i think about you all the time

and i never want to see you again

i hope your dog’s leg got better

and we can never be friends

i have a folder of jokes only you would get

i hope it never sees the light of day

i see something you’d love every time i go thrifting

i look for a moment, set it down, walk away

i pray for your mom

i pray for your brother

i pray for the person you’ve become

and when i hand these prayers to the universe i say,

“make sure these get there safely, but please, don’t say who they’re from”

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i stared at you for so long on that bus. your eyes closed, your head tilted back in the seat as the setting sun dripped gold on your face. how foolish i must have looked, my gaze trapped on your features for the whole damn ride. i didn’t mean to make such a public announcement of my adoration.

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