#writersblrcafe | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kirkshiresloss · 2 years

Text

//Brasstown Falls S.C.// *original photography by me* 08.22

They speak an ancient language.

Telling me I owe the sand my soul.

My realities are breaking.

Thoughts from a balcony

transition to whispers from the sidewalks below.

Beckoning me to hurl my body into the winds of change,

to smile as the concrete rushes up,

to relish in the crushing of my bones,

to find peace as my memories stain the ground beneath me.

But i refuse..

I step away from the edge.

I tell myself the day is young.

I gather every goddamned ounce of stubborn resilience I can possibly muster and I force myself to face the morning sun..until the whispers are lost in translation..and the shadows wave goodbye.

-Kirkshiresloss

//foxwoodhills//

#lostcore #dark academia #lovecore #writerscreed #poeticstories #poetryportal #new poets society #original writing #original poetry #writtenundertheinfluence #writingcommunity #writeaway #writersblrcafe #photography #brasstown falls #waterfalls

58 notes · View notes

mytherapistisintherapy · 2 years

Text

My skin is the colour

Your eyes have never seen

Is thought a colour?

Are your eyes a pen?

Can your hands fold me

Into an origami tulip

And see if I can grow in this earth?

#poetry #writers #poem #short poem #female poets #poets on tumblr #beautiful #writerscreed #writersblrcafe

32 notes · View notes

mxdae · 2 years

Video

youtube

I am really bad about sharing my videos to Tumblr in a timely manner, lol.

Anyways, here are my top fave chillhop songs so far.

#music #chillhop #studyblr #reading music #writersblrcafe #aesthetic

0 notes

kirkshiresloss · 2 years

Text

02.22 ((written in smoke)) original photography

Every morning i sit here and realize im not okay as tendrils spin through columns of golden sunshine. Loaded memories are like roadside bombs on this highway to nowhere. A future I once held in my hands with a white knuckle grip has slipped through my fingers like sand. And all I can do is light up another and blow another cloud at the past.

Loving you was easy with memories my heart won't soon forget.

But wishing for you now is like trying to put smoke back in this cigarette.

~-kirkshiresloss

79 notes · View notes

kirkshiresloss · 2 years

Text

07.20 (original acrylic on 18x24 cotton canvas) "Even Deeper"

Watching you love another has been the coldest winter I've ever endured. My ribs ache like snow laden branches under the sheer weight of this grief. Losing myself a little more each time these lonely bones fragment & splinter. Piece by piece they fall only to be carried off on the cold winds of change...

And I've been sad many times before but I don ’t recall melancholia ever feeling quite this heavy.

-kirkshiresloss

//deeper//

58 notes · View notes

kirkshiresloss · 2 years

Text

02.22 (written in smoke pt.2) original photograph/ credits: @kirkshiresloss

Honestly?

you want honesty

throwing gasoline

of what came to be

But I'll give you the truth...

I never knew.

Hanging on could hurt me too

& Loving me was killing you

Some colors don't blend

Like chameleons do

And rightfully so

When rules are bent

Til' hearts are broke

In a burning house

I stand alone

With no way out

I'll call it home.

Where words are weapons

& time stands still

I'll stare at my wounds

& refuse to heal

Sever the hope that already fades

Perish the thought of leaving this place

Bury my pain in this fire scorched land

Because I'll forever be your burning man.

-kirkshiresloss

#lostcore #dark academia #lovecore #writerscreed #poeticstories #new poets society #original writing #poetryportal #quotes #writeaway #writtenundertheinfluence #words are weapons #written considerations #writersconnection #writersblrcafe #poetsandwriters #savage words

51 notes · View notes

kirkshiresloss · 2 years

Text

07.20 ( original art on 18×24 cotton canvas) "red eye blind"

It's a Leaf I'm flipping over

I have flipped it once before.

It's fear forever growing

It's you walking out the door

It's memories hanging on the wall

It's bedroom boxes on the floor

It's double texts & missed calls

It's not enough I want more

It's the way you say you love me

it's the honesty I've received

It's in the lies you told me

It's the ones that I believed

It's my ambivalent nature

It's you digging up my past

It's labeling me your dangerous creature

It's going nowhere fast

It's realizing we may not make it

It's trying to stick it out;

It's in your future faking

It's in my stubbornness & doubt

It's waking from your sleep

At 3 AM for me

It's the rate of this growing toxic

It's being blinded & we can't see

It's a morbid curiosity

It's what drives me to play the part

It's being miles away

It's holding a beating heart

It's ripping blankets off of my insecurities

It's when I'm forced to face the truth

It's also the way I'm not allowed to do the same to you

It's losing logic to a dream

It's wishing time would slow

It's the feelings in between

up above & down below

It's when you stared down my demons

and laughed right in my face

Its knowing you need your freedom

It's me still begging you to stay.

It's the cold buried deep

It's reaping what we sow

It's nights we couldn't sleep

It's the pain of letting go

And in the end we lost it

but that's not a big surprise.

When forever is nothing more

than a goodbye in disguise.

-kirkshiresloss -

//Georgia Highs//

61 notes · View notes

kirkshiresloss · 2 years

Text

01.22 (original art on 18x24 cotton canvas) "Cherokee"

I prefer my coffee black

My whisky neat

sometimes I remember to order food,

sometimes I remember to eat

And when I Love

| Burn

with the ferocity of seven suns

But I've been learning to moderate.

Her time spent alone is just as important as mine.

Finding beauty in the bitterness, the emptiness, the simplicity, makes what we have somehow feel more real.. and I'm grateful.

Even though she exists only in my dreamscape...I'm forever grateful.

-kirkshiresloss-

//honeycomb//

49 notes · View notes

kirkshiresloss · 2 years

Text

Once again..

Hovering on headwinds

high above the murky waters of my youth.

Half of who I am founded on the

calloused hands contingent truths

Of old men who knew everything

Yet nothing simultaneously

From a stolen land

Where loyalty was measured In war torn valor

Love saved for country

and Jesus wept

My mother wiped sweat

and blood and tears from her cheeks

Foundations crumbled

In make up cases

to hide my fathers Insecurities

Fortunately i was

blessed with her backbone

A resilient nature and

an unshakable faith

that brought me back from a war our fathers started

Cowardice doesn't live in my bones

It died with every blow dealt

from heavy hands

only ever sorry on Sundays.

And it is on days like today when the dead won't let me be

I am grateful to be haunted

this fire in me burns hotter than 7 hells

And my future remains undaunted. -kirkshiresloss

//catalyst//

41 notes · View notes

kirkshiresloss · 2 years

Text

There's nothing to be sad about here. This is merely truth and consequence. Cause and effect. I had something beautiful, not once, not twice, but three times. And I destroyed it all because I had no idea who I was.. So here I am, all of me, caught somewhere between what is no longer & what is yet to come. -kirkshiresloss

//liminal spaces//

51 notes · View notes

kirkshiresloss · 2 years

Text

02.22 ( original art 24x30 cotton canvas) "liminal spaces"

I carry my own wounds,

You see.

But do i carry them all liminally? -Kirkshiresloss

#lovecore #lostcore #dark academia #writerscreed #poeticstories #new poets society #poetryportal #original writing #something new #aritsts on tumblr #artworks #artistlife #artistssupportingartists #artists spotlight #painter of the night #painters artists #writersblrcafe

23 notes · View notes

kirkshiresloss · 2 years

Text

Life is full of necessary evils, & they all demand a good burn. We don't have a choice but give it freely. With a mind that welcomes an end...

I'm always

3 steps from forgiven

2 steps from forgotten.

1 stumble from an early grave.

And we all know where the mind goes the body

follows...i know i can't do that

but you can

but I won't

but you should

I don't find pleasure in coaxing myself to stay

Setting fire to a feast, calling it a holiday.

Broken glass in my feet, slivers of memories

Rivers of ruin in my dreams, drowning me

Feels like an eternity

But it's only Saturday

...begging..

Tomorrow please be good to me. -kirkshiresloss

//friction//

((Photo credits: @kirkshiresloss))

#dark academia #lostcore #lovecore #quotes #writerscreed #original writing #poeticstories #new poets society #poetryportal #writersconnection #writersblrcafe #losing a whole year #savage words #writtenundertheinfluence #broken souls reborn #pictureoftheday

32 notes · View notes