#self poetry

[tanyaluca]

Rainy Self portrait…

Tanya Luca

[beubeuxappil]

Tbt tbt tbt

[eccedentesiast-skies]

Learning to grieve aspects of yourself once believed would be apart of you forever, is one of the scariest yet most enlightening experiences.

[fluffyydumplings]

QUEEN

I’m the queen of this castle,

A heinous figure,

And yet they call me, your highness

This power within the grasp of my hands is the greatest feat of my life,

Yet as they bow at my feet,

I may be above,

But the crown on my head keeps me grounded

It does not humble me down,

But it reminds me of the feelings of the common,

But it reminds me to be prudent of whatever I do

Whether it be trepidation that lands them at my feet,

Whether it be veneration that lands them at my feet,

Whether it be obligation that lands them at my feet,

I am the bearer of this land,

But I too can be the harbinger of its doom

They compare me to Venus,

But my veins run cold,

They say I am akin to water,

But this is a slaughterhouse

And my kingdom is a well,

I’ll drain out one day,

And they’ll scoop fresh water over my remains

I’m the queen of this kingdom,

A courteous figure,

And yet my court is filled with traitors

I’m the queen of this land,

A lender of ascendancy,

And yet they believe I am a leader of competency,

One day my hand slips,

My crown crushes my skull,

And I can’t handle it all,

So I fall

I’m the queen of this facade,

An arcade full of flies,

And yet they believe I am a blooming flower,

But I’m wilted,

So I crumble,

And that is all

[sulasnsleep]

[cassemiah]

If I could tell you only three things plucked at random from my brain spilling over in the hopes they'd paint you an idea of who I might be

I think I'd tell you about the flowers. I used to pick them, playing pretend throwing on the mantle of farmer to pretend I was more than the child pilfering my neighbor's gardens for more than some buds, stems, flowers and leaves.

I think I'd try to let you know there was more, that I could also acknowledge the truth even when that truth meant I'd probably steal from you. Hopefully just some pens, I believe I've curbed it by now. But flowers and leaves transfer so quickly into the ingrained habit of a thief.

Hopefully you're not already done after all you asked for three so I owe you one more. I'd love to cook for you, them, anyone really. I don't much care for the thank you's but I'll need to be sure you liked it. At the end that's all that matters, that I did something for others and I did it well.

[mutiara-05]

people pleasing

So tired of feeling like I'm trapped inside my damn mind I'm aware that I said I'm fine but fuck it man, I just lied seal my day with a smile then when night arrives I cried I be looking filled with life but it been a while since I died out there helping them with no rests, so they say I'm kind but once I slow down to take a breath they push me aside didn't need to fall, just stumbled and they called me blind waiting for me to carry them even when my hands are tied covered my eyes on a highway and then asked me to guide knowing to seats were left they still asked why I didn't ride I let it pass, all the pain and all of the mistakes that I denied unsatisfied with the damage they done so they hot rewind they feel no guilt and think I don't feel hurt because I smiled drilling holes in my chest with their bullets to see who I hide they ask why didn't I quit, its cause I got something to find and if you wonder, yes it hurt but I'm used so I don't mind

[annabugs-stuff]

angel baby.

although it is late you & i do not whisper. through the moody orange light i trace every scar and every detail of your face with my eyes - subtly so that you know i am still listening as you ramble of the meaning of life. great minds think alike but you are so remarkable and we agree so little.

perhaps i’m trivial, that’s why we never see eye to eye but i will close mine to take in every word spoken from your parting lips, indulge in the sound of your voice sending vibrations to my chest- i do not care if i am the best as long as in your eyes i am something. find what you need within me, crack open my bones, split my skin in half if it will give you what you need-

the fact of not being known consumes you, nobody is remembered & i will listen but i will again disagree because you are so heavenly i will remember you even in death.

i will weep at the hollowing sound that will be your name, i will choke on the memory of your taste, i will ache at the reminder of your smell. you will be known in my heart, in my being, in the mirror standing behind me, in the sheets that held our whispers, i’ll remember you.

[kassiamelox]

self portrait, 2022.

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[m-notyours]

The moon is beautiful tonight.

The moonlight shows the glitters in your gorgeous eyes.

It looks beautiful.

You are beautiful.

But it reveals the pain and sadness that you are trying to hide.

And I couldn't do anything about it.

Because I am the reason behind it.

|| m-notyours

[nightmoonriver]

170224

the life i want the place i wanna be the love i want the hugs & kisses i need

when will i get there hopefully it comes true i can't wait to go there but i'm scared of growing up even if it's exciting. - vivian #002

[tanyaluca]

I love pigeons!!:)))***

Tanya Luca

[tattooedechoes]

Vulnerable

Something happened on Friday. I don't know how to define it but the tension since has been eating away at me and I don't know how to fix it. . . . Please tell me how to fix it...

[carpie122]

If you put something away and out of sight whos to say it’s real anymore?

Who’s to say it was ever real in the first place?

Schrödinger had it figured.

He knew it was better to wonder than know.

Let my problems be his

Locked in a box at the back of my closet.

Out of sight out of mind.

Lost and forgotten

like all my left socks and things you said to me that night you left.

[fluffyydumplings]

ALICE

I sometimes feel like I’m in wonderland,

My borderline like a looking glass,

But unlike Alice,

I can’t seem to cross through,

For I’m already stuck at the other side,

I guess, I’m in borderland,

But, this isn’t Tokyo,

It’s simply my mind,

My consciousness,

My subconsciousness,

Whatever it be

Sometimes the mad hatter,

Sometimes the queen of hearts,

Yelling off with your head,

Screaming like that

Sometimes the Cheshire cat,

Sometimes the white rabbit

Grinning wide with teeth,

Running late like that

But most of all,

I guess,

I’m sometimes the eat me cookie,

That forgot to be baked

But then again why does it matter,

When I won’t realise I’m any of this,

But then again why does it matter,

When I won’t remember any of this

In my heart I’m just sitting on a field of grass,

Reading a book and having tea,

I guess,

All that is real,

All that happens,

Simply feels like something of dreams,

Something of nightmares,

Something in my head,

I guess,

I’m just like that

[sulasnsleep]

“your fingertips graze my features, a maze with no beginnings and endings. our love melts within another as the sun sets.”