a-few-tumbles-later

[a-few-tumbles-later]

i want to, i would love to, please let me. peel all your favorite shrimps forever. that would make me happy. i hope you'll feel the same way too.

#draft purging #i have a draft written about me peeling shrimps for my friend and she told me #no one had ever peeled shrimp for her before #and i just #i thought #and i decided that #i'd be doing it for her from then on to forever #this is the summary of that long draft #poeticstories #spilled thoughts #writing #creative writing #poetry #poets on tumblr #inkstay #maybe poetry #writerscreed

[a-few-tumbles-later]

when i pick up the pen to write again. the ink whispers, the long-dead feeling slithers. the words scream, bursting on their own seam. that shouldn't happen. but. who's to blame the consequences your name.

#warm up #poeticstories #spilled thoughts #writing #maybe poetry #inkstay #poetry #poetryportal #writtenconsiderations #poets on tumblr #writerscreed

[a-few-tumbles-later]

I'm tugging at shadows

Begging they don't leave

I know the light can be a little too bright

But I don't want anyone to see how I bleed

My love, these days, I crumble a little easily

I keep asking what is wrong with me

A little touch-starved but feeling sick

When I reach out for attention

the light pulls away too quick

#from drafts #poeticstories #spilled thoughts #poetryportal #inkstay #writing #writing again #poets on tumblr #writerscreed

[a-few-tumbles-later]

there are different ways to hold on. or is it that you can't let go? for example, a lonely inbox with one name stickied to the top because you know it'll never come up. for example, a porcelain grip breaking off at the wrist yet those hands still clenched around that heart. for example...

#from long ago #i should be working #excerpt

[a-few-tumbles-later]

the same room

the same days

click-clacks and dry eyes

and on my lap

is a kitten pile

#work 100/10 #numb legs -100/10

[a-few-tumbles-later]

is this a competition of

how long the other caves in

who will first make

whose phone ring

or maybe it's all in my head

and whatever is between us

is now dead.

#i am good at this #and you #even better.

[a-few-tumbles-later]

my dear, what bleak weather. once you look my way, I feel a sun warming inside me. outside there is no light, in here, you create it.

[a-few-tumbles-later]

i am an uneventful day

a head full of repeated conversations

there is a memory i talk to

when i can just ping a message

is this lonely and

do i like it even better now

cicadas fill the silence

when the moon is quiet

there is the bird

for when the sun drops by

resting on the awning

sometimes i think

what will change in this still space

i am a dust existing

fluent in anxiety and overthinking

is that arrogance?

the river is a safe space

that does not stop

but what then when it dries up?

what do we have right now?

everything but

can i be more than

these four walls

a fungi growing out of

the cracks of a fallen tree

what else do I

have to think about?

[a-few-tumbles-later]

You will say

I don't mind

and so I

ramble on random

as you waste your

time on me.

I can be too much,

all at once.

I know this.

You know this.

You don't mind.

I do.

The next day I

keep my silence

but you waste your

time on me again

you ramble

on random too

You know how

I mind me

And I know how

you don't

I pour and run

You hose me down

#poem #maybe #poetry #too tired to tag

[a-few-tumbles-later]

i only thought that

it was enough

to have written rawly

about these

years of rot

in me

this holding on

this keeping in

this thriving yet

suffering in the dark

a longing to speak for

to speak to

to be spoken for

give it time

they say and so

i gave years

& years more

and perhaps

the only good thing

out of this

is i can write about it now

even though

it'll be nothing but

ashes later

#poem #rot #poetry #my poetry #poets on tumblr #i wrote something #writerscreed #bitsofstarglow #poetryriot #spilled poems #spilled ink

[a-few-tumbles-later]

waking to the moon

with a skin wanting the sun

#skin #moon #sun #poem #akin #q

[a-few-tumbles-later]

"How are you?"

"I don't know. Can we talk for a while so you can tell me how I am after?"

"Sure."

k.e

#excerpt #spilled thoughts

[a-few-tumbles-later]

I've been at home all this time but when I opened the door and saw you there I thought, Ah, home finally come home to me. Does that make any sense? I might have opened my arms wider than I opened the door for you.

#spilled thoughts #writing #movement

[a-few-tumbles-later]

I have passed my days happy

Never lonely enough

to pick up the pen

My words only come

if inked with hurt

And I have ceased to be

Why now?

And it echoes

Because you

Only you

Just you

Just you

#寂しんぼう #poem #poetry #spilled thoughts #writing

[a-few-tumbles-later]

I feel like eating the night whole right now.

[a-few-tumbles-later]

[a-few-tumbles-later]

How lovely, this feeling of wanting. But what is it that I want? Everything but nothing? No, I simply want to live my days breathing life as much as I can. In and out, everything it has to offer; the sun, the moon, the seas, the skies, the evergreen, the biting frost, the gamut of emotions, warm coffees, arms tightening, hands holding, futures unfolding over a single peeled mandarin. What else? What important things did I forget? What I forgot, can you remember for me?

#寂しんぼう #writing #coffee for better sleep moments