#daisylongmile

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

Cinco De Mono

I was tagged by the man who puts the banana in bananahammock, @definegodliness, to answer 5 questions. Thanks!

1. A song I would like played at my funeral: Yngwie Malmsteen ~ Prelude to April. One, Malmsteen is my favorite guitar God. Two, Prelude to April is beautiful. Three, my birthday is in April.

2. A book I enjoy rereading: It should come as no surprise to those who know me here...Stephen King's IT!! Brilliance. The best-crafted book regardless of genre.

3. Last new movie that I watched for fun: Top Gun: Maverick...because ~ that's why. You can't judge me.

4. An old movie I enjoy rewatching: Tombstone! Nuff said!

5. A song I enjoy but doesn't fit my aesthetic: Tones And I ~ Dance Monkey

TAGGING: @noorshirazie; @vbkpoetry; @daisylongmile; @fantodsdhrit; @gracebriarwoodwrites; @heartofmuse; @justscribbledwords; @kristensnotebook; @lilysofthefield; @creatingnikki; @moderateclimates; @eternallycoilingserpent-blog

[schuylerpeck]

Do you still do poems based off prompts/requests?

I don’t do full poems based off of secrets/requests like I used to years back on @daisylongmile but I’ve been taking request/prompt ideas for writing warm ups! :)

[how-the-light]

I read that trees communicate through their roots: whole languages sent without sound, redirecting the rivers without needing to ask: knowing another’s thirst better than your own, or at least not knowing the difference. I think what I’m missing is your humming in my head: never words, just an eschewing of the silence. you never felt far away until now. there were always roots beneath the soil: across the country, across the time zones. now you are close enough to touch, but the line has gone dead: everything wilting.

the hidden death of trees / bms

[thepoetryenthusiast]

When the Tides Shifted

My body was a moon tilted out of orbit

And I was trapped inside

As all the breathe spun it’s way out of me

Carrying saltwater with it.

I’m not used to the smoke going to head so fast

Making walls and floorboards swing away and back again

My lover holds me up, carries me to my bedroom

And helps me into my warm bed.

His words are gently trying to soothe my tears,

And the uneven breaths that do not satisfy my lungs

and I am sinking into thoughts that drown me.

All I know in this moment is that the last time I felt like this,

The last time I was so far from sobriety

That my body no longer listened to me,

A man I trusted came into my bed

And made a plaything of my body.

My love, who is nothing like the man who hurt me

Aches to hold me while the room slowly settles into place.

The panic filling my throat begs him not to touch me

And from somewhere outside myself

I watch him pull his hand away,

I watch all as the tidal waves make their way onto his cheeks

I watch him become so small as the room floods.

Slowly the tilted moon of me finds a way

To fall back into place

She settles the storm,

Pulls the tide back out to see,

And the room is just a room again, it does not move.

I hold my love again, he squeezes my hand three times in the dark,

We both found our way through the night

But neither of us are the same as before.

[tabithawritesquietly]

The best way to get through a creative block is to read read read. ❤️ I'm so excited to finally have this in my hands.

[bluerosepoetry]

it's a strange feeling, when you aren't a part of someone's life anymore. it's like they can just pick up right where they left off, with no hint you were ever there in the first place to alter their placement in life. it's a bitter taste on the back of your tongue. you don't wake up to good morning texts. but you hadn't for a while anyway. so you put on your makeup and you take cute pictures and you laugh with your friends to pretend that they didn't impact your life either. to pretend that you are okay. to pretend that you are not struggling to breathe.

[your-love-my-obsession]

"we were two strangers at the same party for different reasons. I was there for the love in the air and you were there for the list on my hands*

[etherealskys]

Crush, Richard Siken // La columna rota by Frida Kahlo // @daisylongmile on tumblr // Liabilty by Lorde // High Fidelity (2000) //Believer by Cyn // Placz by Aleksandra Waliszewska

[daisylongmile]

**NEW** Master Links Post

to clarify, these categories will have my poems as schuylerpeck mixed within and the daisylongmile poems will be further in the archive depending on the category just because I haven’t reblogged them in a long time. Maybe I’ll start rummaging through periodically and reblog a few. Anyway I hope you find what you’re looking for and that it helps in some way. Enjoy! 

Abortion 

Abuse

Anxiety

Break Ups

Cheating 

Death

Depression

Drinking

Drugs

Eating Disorders

Education

Family

Fear

Friendships

The Future

Heartbreak

Insecurities

LGBTQ

Long-Distance

Loss

Love

Mental Illness

Miscarriage

Peace

Self-Harm

Self-Love

Sex

Society (Politics)

Stress

Suicide

Rape

Recovery

Toxic Relationships

Unrequited Love

[schuylerpeck]

hiii do you follow from another blog? i think i see you in my notes sometimes but i don’t get the little mutual thing haha

:) i can't tell because this is anonymous, but my blogs are this one and daisylongmile if that answers it!

[how-the-light]

I follow your warning signs-- your cold fronts, your warm spells-- like breadcrumbs; instead of taking shelter, I open my mouth to the storm.

bms

[musicandmoss]

I was tagged by @red-fox-from-fairytale to do a board based on my dream home. Thank you for the tag, this is the nicest one I’ve seen 😊

I tag @manifestingjoy, @daisylongmile, @wildflowersandfallingstars, @barefootaliza, @earthygirrl, and anyone else who wants to do it :)

[tabithawritesquietly]

A few pages I like from my current journal. My list of things that make me happy includes a lot of food.

[roulettepoetry]

Out there lives a version of me I've never met. She's kept her hair long,  And lets it spill over the flowers outside her country home. She is soft and sweet and cries at greenhouses. I couldn't say if she's who I need But she will always be there Watching from behind the black oaks in my head Wondering when I'll admit  I've loved her.

After Schuyler Peck (@daisylongmile)’s Another Earth

[wordsdancemag]

from A Field of Blooming Bruises by @schuylerpeck / @daisylongmile  : http://bit.ly/bloomingbruises ♡

[causeofallthecommotion-xo]

Thank you for the inspo @daisylongmile for my bullet journal page ❤️ your poetry is wonderful.