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Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951
you you you you you you
I I I I wonder
how deep I will go
far and blue tonight
this night falls victim to be the witness
to you you you you
and I I I I
I am constricted, I am constricted
by you you you you,
to you I'm addicted, to you I'm addicted
to you, yes, to you
-s's.
That is my problem
I cannot burn like you do
If I were to alight
I would roar as a star across space and time
Bending light and burning bright
Sending ripples through time
Devouring all in sight
Vigilanti Inkheart
What I do
What I do is I compress all the love into a tiny spark
living in the firecracker, ready to take off
what I do is deny my obsession, and the eventual fall
-s's.
me and you go ahead
put ourselves to shame
we are blissfully led
into a dream that taints
-s's.
"Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it."
Letting you go I have to do what I loathe I would never And Though you come around, Why would you ever take us down?
-s’s.
Because I only talk to myself,
and tap on my own shoulder
fleeing a hell that's been getting colder
since I tried on all of my new thoughts
-s’s.
you're so pretty, diamond you sit still and shine you don't know what's going wrong you never do most of the time
-s's.
you're so busy, so that's why
and she is busy, and I don't have to ask and they're also busy, they don’t have the time busy in life, busy tonight what is ‘busy’ for? you don't answer me at all what is your ‘busy’ for? busy with your own life are your friends busy with their lives, or are their lives yours? oh yours, yours, you never get bored what is your busy for?
I can't see your art, I don't know what beauty beneath eyes like yours could be, what it looks like, how you’ll love, what you’ll know, why I should follow you home -s’s.
before your afterlife you choose to be your own type of fire that could both keep you warm and torture you tonight
If my heart had a say in my matters
It would beat in a different way
Black car, stone steps, white windowpane, that never really mattered
White crewneck, black tar stains
I never look back on anything like I do on that day.
-s's.
it's not just that, it's about the hurt there'll be more bad coming soon in this world don't sympathize just synchronize all your chronicle wishes come alive tonight
-s's.
calm me down, drown me in a distant ocean that never gets discovered Deep dark blankets, blue and far and wise and sad Troubled by the mystery of people on land
-s’s.
the body
seldom do i look at my reflection in the mirror and see what i want to see.
but your eyes are blinking. your lips are moving. your lungs inhale and exhale. your heart beats.
know that thirty trillion cells make up your body. know that one trillion antibodies are fighting to keep you alive. know that stardust flows in your blood and makes you beautiful. so, so beautiful.
i love you because you’re alive.
i hope you love yourself, too. for being alive.
— no. 18 of @nosebleedclub's january prompts.
can't be yours, can't be torn,
can't feel the good and the bad, nor tell them apart.
can't believe my hands when I reach for you and feel your heart
Wasn't meant to be your black night
I’d be the only day you live to see
each day of your life painted for you by me
-s's.
if I reach for you will I finally know what you’re about? interstellar dust is all you are, why do you act like something else?
-s's.
living in the outskirts of a fantasy
I got lucky
I never ask, I only have to dream
It's so hard, don't you believe me
I got lucky,
believe me
I am not gonna go back, sociopath
I have a chance, I have a chance, I have to dance,
I need it more than I could explain
living in the outskirts of a fantasy
you're the deep blue diamond sky above my head
when the world keeps spinning and I keep wishing I was dead.
-s's.
heaven’s deserted. Hell is at its peak, now I wish it wasn’t Wish that I could sneak out
-s’s.
dreamy potion of an electric ghost beckon back the forbidden souls
-s's.
living isn’t all that’s on my mind…
-s’s.
they used to say don't go spiraling down the hole. now I am here corrupted sweetly, my own soul -s's.
saturated acid oscillations
falling down and stumbling around
down spiral steps
a rising swarm
metric distortions
white noise whispers
ice skate stepping
outdoor silk and indoor rain
inside outside
down is up
it's all ok alright ok
sit down and breathe
No Beauty without Stench when my head hurts like nothing else my sideways thoughts come up quite a bit to bug me to death destroy what I had, there's no beauty without its stench
-s's.
I find time moves more glacially in this vacuum of being alone
-s's.
— no. 11 of @nosebleedclub's january prompts.
everything I've done keeps me up at night, walking through the gallery hallways of my mind
-s's.