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I settle softly

Into the bosom

Of the mother of crows

My head is gone

My thoughts have burst from my mind

And I am barely concious or aware

Of my own existence

But I know where I am

And she knows why I am here

Mother, mother, mother of crows

Dutifully, she holds my hand in hers

The other wrapped tightly

Around my waist

Holding me to her

Mother, mother, mother of crows

She knows I am too weak

To support myself

A fall like the others, no

This one, I don't believe I shall return from

Mother, mother, mother of crows

#poem #poetry #dealing with mental illness #spilled ink

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I found happiness

In horrible little places

Where I told myself

That this is where I fit

Where thought and idea

Moved freely, and I existed naturally

With no forced momentum, no steep

Upward climb

A place where I belonged

Where I felt safety

A place that was kind.

And it existed in no man's arms

In no smile or moment shared

It existed in the desire for me

The appreciations of my company

The feel that my existence was celebrated.

And yet now it has gone.

It all fell apart, slowly, over considered time

With the changing of the seasons

And the changes in my mind

And all forthright and honest

I watched it all fall and leave me feeling blind

And I shriveled into a loneliness

That seems to exist only in my mind

#poem #poetry #sad #lonely #dealing with mental illness #loss #isolation

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Mood.

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“I only desire the songs that carry the chords of you.”

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euripides / adam greer, reaching hands / mikko harvey, for m / frank o’hara, morning / emily brontë, wuthering heights / holly warburton, evening sketch 26/11/17 / taylor swift, come back, be here / holly warburton, making amends panels 1 & 2  / madeline miller, the song of achilles

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I can fix him [drill sound] [screaming] [chainsaw revving]

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I'm not my best self right now

On the contrairé

I am my worst self

An absolute lump in this world

Existing in pure lonesome misery

I have no reason to live

None, no one, certainly not I

No thing, makes me not want to die

I am swimming through my days

Waiting for the end

All while just completely drowning

The entire time

But to be fair

There is no reason for air

There is nothing keeping me here

#poem #poetry #sourire poetry

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To say you loved how someome made

You feel and not the person

Is paradoxical to me

Because there has to be some msising piece

Of language

A feel

An attachment?

Something

Because yes, I miss the way

You made me feel

But what are people to us but how they make us feel...?

I know there is a lot beyond that

But isn't that where we pull value from?

Where attachment is born?

And yes, I know it would probably fade

And yes I know you'd probably break my heart

And yes everyone tells me

What a piece of shit you are

But godfuckingdamnit

You made me happy

And I fucking miss you

#poem #poetry #me #sourire poetry #onmywayout

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I love The Golden Girls.

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What simple task are you surprisingly bad at?

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“I embrace the enigma of it all. Questions are my only religion.”

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One time you asked me

If I had a bunch of comfy soft pillows

All over my bed and the answer

Is of course yes

And now everytime I lay down

I think of you and how

I want to add you to my collection

Of soft comfy things

That make me feel safe

Because I realized awhile ago

You are as comforted by me

As I am by you

So why wouldn't I?

Even with your jagged edges and broken bits

You come to me softly

Your broken heart sings to me

And I just want to put you to rest

In my arms, as sweetly as I can

Lay against me and let yourself

Feel safe and whole

Even if only for a moment

As it completes me just as much

As it does you

#me #sourire #poem #poetry #spilled ink #sourirepoetry

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“and night sank into her forgetfulness of dawn”

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My last like 8 posts have all been private because i know how crazy they sound lol

I am barely making it rn guys

F

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“That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.”

— John Green, Paper Towns