a poet was i

whether she was moulded from clay or god-blood she is as celestial as the stars and she burns just as bright as any supernova before her.

she believes in love and love believes in her. mother earth guides her, the moon threads constellations through her hair as she sleeps, daisy chains on fire woven into a crown that holds meteor in place of diamond.  

she laughs and even the sky weakens; lightning pauses as she passes, thunder falls under her spell. she is the daughter of amazons, god-slayer. she is warrior, weapon. woman.

l.s. | warrior. weapon. woman. © 2017 

So here’s the thing - I don’t want you to forget me. I want to be the reflection you see when you look in your morning cup of coffee, wondering what happened and why I’m no longer around. I want to be in the sound of people chattering in the background, when you can’t remember the sound of my voice calling your name anymore. I want to be the face you search for in a crowd, even knowing I am no where near and there’s no possible way it could be my own. Call me selfish, but I want every second I’m gone to ache.

To put it simply, I don’t want you to have a moment’s peace… I hope I fucking haunt you forever.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #64
FLOWERS GROW IN THE MOUTHS OF DEAD THINGS

Growth will come from my decay and flowers will bloom from my failures.
My heart is sprouting plants, and roots have gone deep in my veins.
From the ground I rise, bringing envy to the spring.
I will be as beautiful as your ugly and as ugly as your beautiful.
Winter is devoid of growth but spring is promising on renewal.
A resurrection of spirit bringing new generations of green leaves and bright flowers.
For my soul found a new form.
And a great escape from void.
The old has become the new and the cycle has repeated again.

Collaboration by: @bruisedpens@vardhanaaaa@giulswrites@justscribbledwords@misplacednotes@mark-poems@inkflawed 💚💚

I’m done fighting
I’m done chasing after something that doesn’t exist anymore

I know me coming back is hurting us both more than anything
and you always have loved the taste of my poison
but I can’t keep playing theses games
so I’m taking a break
you won’t have to read poetry about you again

I’m done feeding your ghost
I’m done waiting for something that will never happen

—  Goodbyes//Kayla

Where do I start?
With I love you more than words can say?
Or that, it’s neither of our faults?
I guess with I love you.
Because oh god I do.
You’re the person that can always make me happy, even when I think I can’t be.
I love seeing your smile when you see me.
But anymore, it’s not enough.
I never see you.
You never come here.
You’re not happy anymore, and I know this.
This isn’t goodbye, this is a pause.
Maybe in a few years we’ll better for each other.
But right now, is not that time.
I love you so much, but sometimes that’s not enough.
It’s not your fault, it’s not mine.
Sometimes people just grow apart and that’s what’s happening.
I’ll always love you, and you’ll forever be in my heart.
But right now, we should be apart.
I know this isn’t easy, it’s not for me either.
I’m faced with a lump in my throat, and tears in my eyes.
But I know this is the right thing to do.
I hope you’ll always love me too.
(- all good the things come to an end, ours came sooner than expected.)

Intoxicated

This time I can’t
drop everything to help you,
pack the bags you’ve left under my eyes.
You’ve opened every box
in my home and made it yours.
Thief is your new name and
I can’t listen to your toxic words.
Empty beer cans live on the kitchen floor
from our last conversation.
I didn’t know it was so hard to talk
to your sister without a few drinks. More than a few.
Take your boxes, bags, and words
somewhere else You aren’t welcome
in a home where you distract yourself
with medication and technology.
I’m no longer small, you can’t tell me I don’t
understand anything. I’ve unloaded my love
in my home, where you aren’t.
There’s a difference between us.
When you blame Mom: I apologize for my mistakes;
when you take medication I write;
when you drink I sleep.
I’ve built myself up higher than you,
hold my parents close, push temptations away.
You need me more than I need you.
Take a Xanax, drink for awhile,
gossip on Facebook about how crazy your family
is. Pick up a mirror, won’t you? Take a look
at your blurry eyes.

- M.C.

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From Nick Grimshaw’s Instagram Stories Sat 24 June

(He’s got his red trainers on from voting day & he filmed this when people were getting cross that the Beeb weren’t going to broadcast Corbyn’s address.) 

Seeing the situation as a whole
She liked stepping out of line and playing games
He enjoyed basking in enthusiasm and his booming voice
He was, “loud and angry,” she had told him
“Sow you mouth shut or I’ll do it for you
Tie you up like a Christmas bow”
Although he didn't feel like she was ever giving
More of the type to receive and mold those around her
As if he were in her game of chess
He was a pawn for her to knock over when needed
She was never a fair player
He foughts battles against angry giants and fire breathing dragons
Conquering every obstacle she threw his way
He was never one to give into the manipulative schemes
Instead he sold his mind to his work and others happiness
With enough encouragement to out shine the Sun
He was a flaming ball of pent up energy
She was a darkening black hole
No matter how much she darkened his world
He illuminated through the shadows
Showing others that through the gloom
There will always be the light
—  The People I Work With (via I.N.T.)
I’ll never stop telling you how amazing you are, even if we disagree on certain things you’ll always be my favourite person.
—  Tenari Ioapo // To the one I love
Sometimes I change my mind about people, sometimes I change my mind about myself. Sometimes I like things I thought I’d hate and sometimes I grow to hate things I used to love. Sometimes I can’t make up my mind because I don’t like any of the options and sometimes it’s because I like all of them too much. No one has everything figured out and some people don’t have anything figured out, but that’s called living and it means we’re real.