toshootthesongbird - Tumblr blog

[toshootthesongbird]

vegans make peace with honey

no shut up do it

[toshootthesongbird]

an ancient forest god hides in the body of the smallest little girl you’ve ever seen. with every step the ground shakes as roots split the earth deep, settling her claim further. we are all her’s and we just don’t know it yet. hidden behind a toothy grin and tangle of pigtails is a fury that could rival the sea. have you ever tried to cut down kudzu only to find that it has devoured your shears and driveway and childhood trauma and last nights chicken bones come morning? that’s her. she spreads endlessly. it’s more than a little unfair, the way she reaches out with tiny flowered-fingers to hold our every hurt and still we can’t find a way to worship in return. every god a girl hearing the prayers and problems that perhaps they shouldn’t have to.

— unworthy of a gods favor // Olivia Larson

[toshootthesongbird]

open question, jonny bolduc 

[toshootthesongbird]

[toshootthesongbird]

My country is burning

The earth is turning, blazing, burning,

The Breath is choked from innocent lungs.

The weight of the sky is too heavy to bear,

What is it that we are learning?

The children are drowning in ash filled lungs, 

The oceans are sapped of their life.

Cries for help all go unheard,

When shall the funeral dirge be sung?

We children cry for change unseen

And our pleas are lost to the smoke 

What lives are we ever to live?

When gone shall be all that is green.

We watch our ancient land be razed,

The inferno salting the earth.

For what can grow in deep scorched earth,

Where the life that was just blazed?

I weep for what has happened

I wonder where it ends 

My home and heart are burning,

My life and all my friends'.

We loved a sun-burnt country

Now a land of ash-salted plains 

of blazing mountain ranges 

Of drought and prayer for rain

We loved her far horizons,

Now thick with Ash and Smoke

We live our lives in fury and fear

Our hearts, weeping and broke. 

[toshootthesongbird]

i don’t know how to plan for the future i never thought i’d have

[toshootthesongbird]

“How long can I be a wall aroung my green property? How long can my hands Be a bandage to his hurt, and my words Bright birds in the sky, consoling, consoling? It is a terrible thing To be so open: it is as if my heart  Put on a face and walked into the world.”

- Sylvia Plath

[toshootthesongbird]

[toshootthesongbird]

“truth is I could have loved you. I know you believe in astrology and the zodiac even after the way the stars fell out of the sky when we first met and I wonder, if they had aligned just as our eyes met would you have believed yourself when you confessed a love that seemed too new because I never did. did you taste it for what it was as it slipped out of your mouth and the stars all blinked out? a dark night sky and a bold face lie.”

— opposite ends || O.L. (via poetbitesback)

[toshootthesongbird]

“I don’t remember the end but I recall the beginning and it is softer that way- to let go of all the parting of hands, splitting of skin, the blood, the lingering. at the start, I could say we were starlight too bright to miss one another- it would be wrong. I was the sun. in this one I was the sun, I swear it, and you were clouds soft, but dark blocking out any and all light.”

— overcast || O.L. (via poetbitesback)

[toshootthesongbird]

Allow me the vague whispers of ice, the mute lullabies of permafrost, a forest murmuring frigid secrets. I am left standing, intrusive, unwelcome, yet slowly assimilated. Knowing no greater peace than this numbing edge of silence. 

[toshootthesongbird]

[toshootthesongbird]

Won’t you tell me what you dream of?

[toshootthesongbird]

you’re so good and kind to me, and I hope I can be the same for you

[toshootthesongbird]

i greet the

morning sun

with the taste

of hope

on my tongue

- a.k.

[toshootthesongbird]

“her sadness hits me like an ocean that has forgotten herself, instead renamed herself tidal pool or backwater or anything smaller because she does not, cannot know the way this weight sits upon her. she is sinking into herself. I watch from the shore and do not remember how to swim, how to navigate another’s grief to pull them from themselves. I am at a loss for what to do. my toes are brushed by her blues, darkening to a cold black- she does not recede and I wonder when she will consume me, too.”

— lost at sea || O.L.

[toshootthesongbird]

‘you name the fiercest storms after women and you wonder why we bite so hard? because you gave us this. you looked at something so destructive, so massive, so dangerous and gave it a woman’s name. you made it so that woman are hurricanes, earthquakes, wildfires, lightning storms. don’t ask me why we bare our teeth and snarl. it’s because we were taught that to be a woman, you must be death incarnate.’