#spilled soul

[iambrillyant]

“the most beautiful connections celebrate your authenticity and encourage you to be less performative, they find ways of applauding your entire existence even when you’re unable to show up as your full self, they shed light in your lowest moments so you can see yourself clearly.”

— iambrillyant

[rainreads]

note to self ☕

[spacesapling]

love cavity

[sreekar]

Blood boiling with resentment,

personas piling on the floor,

bent over, begging repentant.

Cursed with bleeding eyes, forced to realise,

I can only see darkness amidst broad daylight.

Shadows of sins cloud over my lofty life,

No matter where I run, I cannot hide,

the consequences weigh heavy,

pride’s killing me everyday,

it chokes my soul, steady.

Feel like the world wants me to pray for them,

But who's praying for me?

Nobody's ready, it's plain to see,

So I just pray for me.

[aweinspiredcreations]

I’ve always been dying,

slowly but surely,

but without you I died most of all.

~ In Awe ~

[azukilynn]

forgive yourself

~

for being tired in a weary world

for speaking your mind, unfettered

forgive yourself for crying, so often and so easily

for laughing a bit too loudly

for telling it like it is

forgive yourself for needing, anyone or anything, a smidge of kindness here, a touch of comfort there

forgive yourself for wondering what meaning there might be

in all this pain and suffering

you're human, after all

~

azuki lynn

[thebestieyoureinlovewith]

Why is drowning considered so bad...

Nothing

hurts

like

this

and

breathing

is

hard

just

the

same.

[skyexrose]

I was never afraid of being alone. I was afraid of being with people who make me feel like I’m not worthy of being around them. So I’m okay with spending time alone, because I value my time, and I take into account my worth all the time.

[amelia-ann]

Rebirth of a Faerie

Amelia-Ann

Blue lipped winter girl, trembling white ghost shell, snow globe blizzard.

Bat like winged collar bone pride, pure boney sharp velvet lies.

Frozen honey sunshine, snow diamond, cheek bone perfection.

Porcelain doll, bird bone, parade around proud in mutilated misery.

Saw these limbs, goat commands, crystals feathering down, scattering ashes of her fragilness.

Willow limb sway, leaf wings tremble and shutter, low bow, worship autumn wind queen.

Bones jutted toward misty eerie sky in a praise offering successive starving salvation.

Teeth gnashing, glassy eyes, nightmare ensuing, food chase sabotage.

Black out, float away, space drift stand up.

Ink dripping self hate pretty, pretty, petty, pity party attention whore.

Secret vault, reflective mask, mirror disco mirage.

Soul implosion, shut down, overwhelming breathless panic, manic, rage fit.

Wasted potential bag throw out, blue hole deep filled suffocation drowning wave shove down.

Sheet of ice, glass box, sound proof distant room, invisibility, siren spell.

Dry eye blink away, memory loss, feelingless frustration.

Dull hair avoid deteriorating mirror obsessive graphic picture trigger pulled.

Erratic, erotic permeant turn off ugliness crave.

Slowly fade ivory package underground Phoenix ash

Supple dew drop tears down the drain silent screams rose thorns liberating brain death

Skeletal shadow smudge donning pure perfect tulip facade

Pull down claw crawl out gasps aspirating flies

Raw knees bent over, mercy, it’s the end but then the Sun and now it’s Spring.

[iambrillyant]

“feel no guilt for being selective about the energy you indulge in, choosing to love at a distance for your self preservation and boundaries, choosing to savor moments with the ones that provide you with sweet warmth and emotional safety, feel no guilt for prioritizing you.”

— iambrillyant

[nivitx]

BUTTERFLY'S DREAM 1

Overture

I am not here to provide answers but to show you some of the questions that define our world. An answer might often be a destination, but the question is the journey towards it. Go on, embark on the journey, and discover the destination yourself.

Elessyos of Miletus (c. 615 — c. 520 BC)

Here it is, the Universe everywhere around you and inside you, with no explanation, no instructions for use. Now, what are you going to do? If the overture describing the beginning looks too complicated, go to the prologue of its evolution. If even that seems too slow for your eyes, move to alpha and continue through the whole alphabet until omega looms above you, for time is circular, and you can always come back.

Seraphios (c. 605 — c. 513 BC) — Dialogues at the Edge of Time

Beginning. Breathe in. To be. Being. Light. Thinking. Concepts. Breathe out. Breathing. Breathing again, in and out. Ideas. Words. Communication. Breathe in, breathe out. Start the transmission of data. I don’t remember being born. I doubt anyone does. Still, foggy memories from the beginning of my existence are stored somewhere, deep inside my brain. Most times, these memories stay hidden. However, once in a while, they surface to my conscious side, haunting my thoughts. When I became part of this world as an identifiable entity, I was little more than a pack of instincts and incompletely developed organs. Not fully separated from its virtual state, my mind was taking shape out of nothingness and transforming into something-ness. At some point, the local fabric of space-time began to suffer dynamic changes, like an ocean during a powerful storm. Lines of universe were splitting into thin filaments. Fragments of void were evolving into dots. The dots were transforming into circles. The circles were growing into spheres. The spheres were expanding to four-dimensional hyper-spheres. The transformation continued at an accelerated pace. The expansion became faster and faster until it reached a predefined boundary. Then it stopped. Here I began orbiting around a sphere of energy, remaining in metastable equilibrium. Growing turned into sending. Sending developed into receiving. Receiving a body, a mind. Acquiring senses to perceive the world… As soon as my senses came to life, I could see, I could hear, I could smell, I could touch, I could taste. I could interact with far-away objects and with objects within my reach. The surrounding Universe became alive with shapes and colors, like a giant benevolent dragon who breathed in unison with me. From that moment on, time began to pour restlessly from outside — into my mind, and from inside — out of my body.

Continues at one of the links below: https://ello.co/gebeleizis/post/aqvc-ewsxxyyiqcuu2-oha https://gebeleizis.vivaldi.net/2022/07/22/butterflys-dream-1/

[mynameisaboutlight]

Tell me about it

When we're left to ourselves and only to a tiny flame that holds hope.

Tell me what do you say and how much eagerness you put into words.

Tell me the fun of it, the anguish u endure because of it, the aching terror u feel when ur only bound to it.

whenever you're alone

whenever you're locked in your tiny corner, your comfort zone.

Tell me the spilling memories you get

tell me the emotions behind it

tell me you know how to keep your lows a secret

and tell me how to shout opinions.

Just talk it out and let it boils like a volcano inside of you that's building pressure to explode.

I never wondered what it's like to love without loving.

Like your love is swinging between you and you and no one else can tell you have it even if you deeply do like a bullet buried just to the bottom.

And you can't show it

at least without releasing shame coming up with it.

And you wish to throw it, toss it into the unknown

like it was never born.

Tho you can tell me about the age crisis and the consistent flow of worries.

Or you can tell me nonsense and i could keep my ears open and absorb it.

Or you can not tell me, telling me what you exactly wished i would know.

But it you choose to tell me, not telling me, like a made up language for those who refuses words, then you have translated it all.

[sreekar]

One Night Only

Staring at the ceiling as cold air pierces through my bare chest,

she and I wanted to fuck, so we hit it off and I forgot about the rest.

Slutty shadows slyly and slowly seep into the room, 

as the moonlight illuminates her bare body on top of me through the windowsill.

We barely talk, just kiss, moan and whimper like we are high off a pill. 

As this love only lasts for tonight, 

and time is albeit measured in orgasmic delight.

The sun rises, she dresses up and so do I, 

while we were about to leave, 

we stare at each other and kiss.

Our lips lock, feelings fade, and we walk away, 

as my body chooses to remember her touch and forget the other parts.

Because this affair has no future and was doomed from the start,

and I am in town for one night only, and now I am not.

[sowjanyamurthy]

Maybe for someone your name is just like another.

But for me, it is happiness, immense joy, a shine in my eyes, a pure smile on my face and a bit of shy and lot more mixed emotions.

You are so special to me ❤

[azukilynn]

A large flock of blackbirds spirals around before coming to rest in nearby trees. I feel a fluttering within. An often quiet, but restless muse stirs. It was as if the birds were kites. It was as if invisible strings had tugged, all at once, on some wild thing in my heart.

Azuki Lynn

[thebestieyoureinlovewith]

Let's build a new world. There are no gods. There is no hatred.

It'll be just us. In our purest forms. The deepest versions of what and who we are. It will be beautiful. Every part of it.

There is no sickness. There is no life. There is no death. There is simply existence, if that's something that can ever be called simple. It's filled with knowledge and blankets for cold evenings and ice cream when it's warm.

Let's build a new world. This one is exhausting. And it's broken. And it hurts.