outsiders ink

anonymous asked:

i wanna write more poetry but idk how to write poetry thats not trauma-related

i have that problem too–a lot of the time it feels like its the only thing i can write about because its always on mind. and while its definitely healthy to write about your trauma (because it helps you process and understand it), its not… super healthy to only write about your trauma.

so heres how i write softer things even when all i want to write about is my trauma: 

  • go somewhere safe (preferably somewhere completely unconnected to your trauma)
  • do things that help you calm down (preferably also unrelated to your trauma) such as, smoke a cigarette, drink some coffee or tea, burn incense, etc.
  • listen to some music. something you’ve never heard before, and that doesnt have any words. classical is really good for this, here is a 2 hour loop of my favourite compositions by erik satie (my personal favourite) or a 10 minute piece by arvo pärt (might be a little calmer actually)
  • get a piece of paper and a pen or something
  • draw little flowers or suns or hearts around the page. little things that are cute and make you feel a little happier. stars and solar systems work best for me
  • focus on the happy things in your life. that’s the hard part, but you can do it. if nothing happy in your life comes to mind, think of fictional happy things. like i might think about bucky barnes cuddling with his bf. completely unconnected to me (except for how i really relate to bucky but still). something calm and nice.
  • take deep breaths. try to come up with a solid image, a tangible thing, that feels calm. your cigarette smoke rising like knots in wood. the dust caught in the light. the train going by. the frost on the grass outside. real things that are constant. that you could touch.
  • write down everything that comes to mind. it wont make a poem, thats ok though. write down as many images as you can. write down the way your fingers ache a little in the cold. how warm you are in your favourite sweater. the way your tea smells.
  • when you have amassed as many images and sensory details as you can, read through them and use the ones that were worded well, or that caught your eye, as starting lines for poems. here’s one i just wrote:

it’s pretty still and a little aimless (and completely unedited), but that’s okay. it’s a poem. and it’s not about trauma, or anything bad. they get better with practice.

My childhood wasn’t spilled milk and grass stains
It was never scraped knees and training wheels
I don’t recall frolicking in the sun
I was never a ‘daisy fresh girl’
I don’t have these fond memories
I don’t have a time I wish I could go back to before everything was taken from me

Since I can remember, nothing was ever mine
Especially this body. Least of all this body.

My childhood had sharp teeth and claws
It was always darkness and violence
I was always a dirty toy to be played with
& I wasn’t afraid of the monster under my bed
But the man who brought me into his.

—  outsider, libby von

savagepassion  asked:

When you talk about the other ways of powering Bendy up all I can picture is vigorous Popeye the Sailor man music playing while somebody kills a goat over a copper bowl, while wearing a very tasteful crushed velvet robe. Pink pumps are optional for the ceremony but are heartily recommended.

…That’s not what I meant at all, but someone draw it anyway.

Preferably draw Sammy doing it.