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In the hills of Benedict Canyon Love has room to grow in the hills of Benedict Canyon
My green typewriter light is on
and two months’ time between me and my last man
No double murder plots looming over neighbors’ vacant lots that i look upon at twilight, still light enough for the Starline bus to be carrying on. I listen to the hippie spouting nonsense at the foot of Bella Drive hammering on about Sharon and the sanctity of life
I listen on intently
thanks for the free ride
and for reminding me that everything comes down to a story and to laugh when you could cry.
...
- Lana Del Rey, Violet Bent Backwards over the Grass
8 Years in the Desert
-kalika
standing alone in the dirt
a single orchid bloom
among the rubble
pushed just out of reach
stuck under the permafrost
clawing hands try to break through
the weeds pricking skin
blood aching to spill
teetering on the edge of
light and dark
life and death
but who cares anyway?
There is no escape.
You can't run away from your mind.
From how you look and who you are.
But like the sky, you will never be blue all the time.
Like the sky, there are colours in you that are beautiful.
You have your own winters and springs,
Your own dawn and dusk.
Stars in your laugh and moonlight in your eyes.
Like the sky, you're the comfort to someone somewhere.
This is the moment you have to realise, being you is fine.
Because like the sky, you hold so much beauty and comfort.
There is no escape
Not for you
Not from yourself
The idea of escaping yourself is an illusion
This is the moment when you have to realize, life is made to be faced
Not to be hidden from
Because like the sky, it will never let you out of sight
Like the sky it will envelope you from all sides
And like the sky when you least expect it, life will come crashing down
I be finding the most soul crushing, eye watering, life rethinking poetry on this app and then it has like four likes and one repost
Something happened today
Something that made me think.
We went to get food, my friends and I
We went to get food delighted and waiting to buy.
One step closer i get nervous,
Do i really have to eat?
Another step closer,
My heart starts pumping with quickened beats.
We get the food, my friends and I,
One big plate to share amongst us three.
They each grab a spoon and give one to me
They each have a bite and look at me,
Waiting to see if I liked the taste.
Was it always this scary to eat?
Was i always so afraid of their eyes on me?
No, thats not true.
But then whats wrong?
Why can't i eat even though it's what i want?
I stand there awkwardly trying to get a spoonfull
I stand there awkwardly hoping to run away if i could.
In the end I said I didn't want to eat and smiled
In the end , even though I didnt want to I lied.
I thought about it all the way home
And then i thought about it some more.
It makes me sad because I wanted to eat
It makes me mad because I held myself back.
I wanted to be like them when their eyes sparkled at the taste
I wanted to be like them when they ate each bite with no shame on their face.
Im always so ashamed to eat
Even though its a basic need
Im always so ashamed they'd see
And so i hide away behind smiles and a mumbled "Its okay I'm fine"
Something happened today,
Something that made me blink
At the absurdity of my own mind
For making me feel such shame
Over something so small,
Like having a bite.
-scaredofmyvoice
I usually wait till I have atleast a few poems written before I post but this has been on my mind for hours now and I just wanted to let it out.
It's been a rough day guys :<
I knew I loved you way more than a friend should
I knew I loved you and I would have stopped if I could.
I knew I loved you when my head went blank when you were too close
I knew I loved you when you hugged me and I thought my heart would explode.
I knew I loved you when I found myself keeping a note of things you like and don't.
I knew I loved you when I realized I wouldn't do things you disliked, I won't.
I knew i Ioved you when I answered your every text in seconds when it took you hours
I knew I loved you when to you I freely spoke about my scars.
I knew I loved you when I found myself getting lost staring at you from afar.
I knew I loved you months ago and I know I denied it too.
I know I love you
And I'm not sure what to do.
It's too hard for me to let go of you.
-scaredofmyvoice
You fill me with so much being that I no longer feel woman nor man around you, the presence realization of you puts me in a trance-like state, away from the concept of reality, logic and nature— rather I am forever a cloud hanging around you, only ever activated when ever I am, once again, struck by the realization of you.
They say the abused become the abuser. And you have gone through hell.
But what is standing in front of me is this beautiful, fragile woman that holds broken things so gently as she has never been held, who melts her energy into making them intact. Until there is no power, no more love left to give.
I keep waiting.
I keep waiting for a dog so hideous to pass by on our evening walks that you will not pet. I keep waiting for a sunset too plain that you feel it too futile to paint. I look around for a child far too overbearing for you to comfort— But whenever I inquire you, all I hear is that you've been all of those things, and you won't let it happen to anyone else. Too hideous—too plain—Too overbearing—
You love fixing broken things. You attract evil because it latches on to sweetness, sucks it until evil becomes a lovable thing and the source becomes sour and stale.
I believe, sometimes, that is why I am your lover.
But I am no different from when you first met me. You may not have noticed this, but even though you hold me, pour yourself into me, you never attempt to glue me together. You never attempt to fix me. You just bleed into my vacant parts, unafraid of the surrounding filth.
Who did I murder that was so bad, what days did I feed my hungry cat so well that I am held dear to a person like you?
My sweet, sweet Caroline. How could I ever repay your love?
-exerpt from my upcoming villian×hero book🤭💋
Somedays like today, the world
looks tremendously vast,
And I miss human chaos,
There is nothing much to fill spaces.
Empty rooms feel less comforting.
Somedays I want to stand with the crowd
And watch existence
See stories of people I'll never name.
But they must have seen a movie I liked ,
And truly hated it,
But that's okay.
So yes I'm going to post this and regret it right away but then again i can't really control my mind half of the time. Maybe posting this would make me hapoy for 3 seconds but yeah 3 seconds is worth it! Enjoy .🐧 . . .image source- pinterest . . . . . . ... . . . . . . . . . . .. . . .#poetrycommunity #poetry #poetsandwriters #poetryhealsme #poetrylovers #poetry #poetryisnotdead #poetrybliss #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #writersofig #writingcommunity #writersofig #writerslife #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #writer #poemsporn #poemsbyme #writersmanor (at Why wHy whY WHY?) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSXO7XvJj4t/?utm_medium=tumblr
"Then I hear the song and remember that our minds are born out of things we tried to hide"
- Too many pretty lies (@ineluctablehere)
August is when I find flowers under the carcass
For July was just nearly a dream,
And like all dreams, it didn't last forever.
But August is a promise,
It's to tell my mind I'm real.
My year has nearly just begun.
Sometimes I want to slip away from the shore,
I'll write my name here,
I know the waves will wash it away,
But the ocean doesn't forget.
All I want is to meet the ocean at the horizon,
Tell her that I've wished this forever,
And forever is my favorite lie.
I don’t think you understand how brave it is to let go. You know there will be a tomorrow but you know they won’t be there and you have to hold onto the crumbs of a stupid memory from a school trip. You have to watch people move on and force your legs to move with them . You will lose them and you will surely hate it but there won’t be any other emotion-there will be a void and it will bleed every time they smile in your dreams.
“I’ve made a flower crown for you from our funeral flowers and I think they smell of how happy they were once.
Wear them for me while you sleep, close your eyes and don’t be scared. I'll hold the storms for you.” -@ineluctablehere
storm breeze
Hello I'm back with some more angst and greif cuz that's literally me in a few words😂😂. But then again ,I enjoyed writing this. Prompt used- my names from #overthejuneforyou by @the.cellphone.novelist . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #poetrycommunity #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poetsandwriters #poets #poetsofig #poetsofindia #writingcommunity #writersofig #writerslife #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #grandezacavern #fate #world #love #writers #deadpoetssociety (at Fate) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPqk7GKl8Oo/?utm_medium=tumblr
| I write fragments from my dreams | . .instagram-@ineluctable____
Independence Day by A.M. Watson (@artsymagee)
Let me tell you how I really feel about my least favorite holiday...
Find this poem and many more in my new poetry book ✨All American Waste✨ Get your copy here, and become part of the club!🖤
Attention poetry lovers and the Reading Community! 🖤
My poetry book ✨All American Waste✨ is now available on Amazon, just in time for Poetry Month and Indie April!
This collection explores the mundanity of everyday life, the importance of mental health, and the beauty of our fragile environment. There is truly a poem for every person in this book!
Get your copy here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CYXSRFHG
Exciting news, folks! 🚀
I'm thrilled to announce that my first official poetry book ✨All American Waste✨will be launching on April 4, 2024 on Amazon! Just in time for #poetrymonth and #indieapril 🤍
A little about the book...
"All American Waste is a collection of poetry that you won't be able to put your finger on! Focusing on the struggles of being a young adult in America, and the seemingly futile search to find what is left of the 'American Dream,' the poems within the pages dance from relatable to powerful, and powerful to bizarre. They put the spotlight on the mundanity of everyday life, the importance of mental health, and the beauty of our fragile environment. There is truly a poem for every person in this book!"
The Fall
A.M. Watson (aka @artsymagee)
Snowflakes
anna magee (February 13, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/snowflakes-637586
OUT
anna magee (April 22nd, 2021)
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/out