I should start breathing in more fresh air
And less cigarette smoke

#sad   #lonely   #anxiety   #night   #cigarette   #smoking   #habits  

yes, i've come to indulge
in the naughtier delights;
lounging too long & loving
too hard. dirty floorboard
where my head rests

is a backdrop and when
i sit up the only golden
emotion that greets me
is that affectionate pang
against my rib cage.  

yes, it is the side effect
of adoring everything, that
sudden rush emboldened
and underlined inside of
my body. never healed

from the last foolish cat
nap where i jolted upright.
same as now,  still gasping.
naughty girl, the conscience speaks
and hisses and warns and screams-

"do not go to bed with a heart full of fondness"

no editing, sylvia plath inspired probably

Old instincts are calling me,
taunting me,
dragging haunting fingertips
across fragile memories
along the fringes of my mind.
They whisper inside,
“Don’t you remember?”
and allow the same old ache to enter
through the tender rifts I try to hide.

This is the time of year
when these shadows draw near
and leer from the corners of my eyes.
Emanating a wave of unsettling vibes
I believed I had survived and beaten
just the year before.
Yet they groan here at the foot of me,
once again, calling temptingly.

I was a fool to believe them to be
entombed within the ground,
because they somehow lived,
though they made not a sound
as they concealed themselves
comfortably among the dirt,
deep within the frozen earth.
Like a curse that will not die,
they reappear intensified
when they realize
I have lost my awareness.

I am a woman prone to dreams,
prone to living as if behind the scenes.
Present to absolutely everything
except at times presence,
because what I feel is too immense.
I have recollections that don’t make sense
and they play out inside my heart, my bones,
vividly behind my eyes --
scenes that don’t belong to this life.
I try so hard to merge the divide,
to be truly alive right here and now,
but I desperately ache for another time
and I know not how and I know not why.
These memories, these ghosts --
they do not empathize.
They only ask that I remember.

J.M. 2017

"What you resist, persists."
Carl Jung

Oxygen rushing in and out through one's mouth or nose,
Lungs expanding and contracting with every breath,

Footprints on the wet sand identified by the toes,
Weight shifting forward and body walking during sunset,

The eye opens and closes,
As flashing images create a movie in our heads!

Just a lil' something that renders the reader aware of the things (s)he is doing without being fully aware of it.

My old habits of coming back to you:

Waking up in cold mornings only to find
warmth in your long gone arms

Tracing the stars in the night sky only to
notice similarities with your moles and scars

Reading through my favorite lines only to
remember that your words were poetry spoken to me out loud

Embracing silence within my room only to
remind me that this is how we end
that this is where you left
this is where I always try to find you
-in the air of silence

#love   #lost   #romance   #old   #habits  

Fireworks, parties, friends and family,
everyone celebrating in their lovers' arms
filled with joy and laughter; together.

And here I am, in the bath.
Stoned out of my mind.

Happy New Year.

old habits die hard?
#happy   #bad   #new   #year   #habits   #day1   #stoned   #celebrate   #bath   #2017  
Lynde Rose
Lynde Rose
Dec 29, 2016

there are songs
she skips purposely,
and there are songs
she plays on loop,
but she thinks of him in every goddamn
one, like a reminder
that she hasn’t
washed her hair in days
but she’s brushed her teeth
too many times today it starts
to tear
at her chapped lips

#love   #sadness   #angst   #leaving   #habits  
Nov 24, 2016

I’m back in my same chair again
and still I study the leaves
and meditate what they mean.
If everyone says the same, doesn't it mean it’s true?
What if the planet is telling me this one thing
and each and every star is echoing the same thing,
so it must be true and then it must be fact.
That means something.

I felt every second and every minute of each hour,
and you can’t even imagine the boredom at the bottom of my stomach;
patch me up and fill me up with something worthy.
Ain’t that somethin’ real?
If everyone says so and it’s worthy of my time,
ain’t it real?

But isn’t that something true to me?
The view, the raw feeling it gives me inside.
The itch I can’t reach and the gnawing inside my stomach,
And the fact that I can’t grasp what I need and it kills me;
And now I’m disturbed and I’m sick and I can’t figure out.
What is this bothering me? Is this something for me?
Tailored, sewn, and pressed for me?

I end my night on my roof,
the stars at my fingertips and the moon as my pillow;
the moon soaking me with a cleansing glow;
the shower up here felt so amazing.
There’s nothing like this type of view.

He needs somebody to love him better than all the others do.
#sad   #death   #humanity   #raw   #question   #habits   #crave   #mankind   #disturbed   #irritable  
Nov 21, 2016

I will open my chest wide to You
the doors must swing
and every gross and delicate thing
let the cleansing air come rushing in
the blazing light reach its fingers
and penitrate each moldy corner
I will remove these old and broken bones
long lain limp upon the floor
and write Your name on every wall

#god   #dead   #beautiful   #blood   #new   #old   #jesus   #habits   #clean   #tomb  
Nov 12, 2016

The way our bodies are so intricate,
doesn’t this amaze you? I’m looking now at each and every line on my palm
and somehow I want to cut open each one.

There is something so special about the blood that fills our hand
and there’s something precious about the capillary refill that takes place with
each touch. I’m searching for a real thing to cherish within our bodies.

Will I find it?

A ripped nail, a broken nose,
skin slippage, severed head,
entrails taken out, brash as fuck.

I end my day with the anatomy textbook,
and picture cutting my pocket knife (or maybe something bigger)
into my patient’s throat and hear the gurgling sounds.

I had too much free time as a child.
So many white lies humans tell and so many
white lines humans draw, yet who crosses these lines and tells these lies?

I’m searching for these answers
and it might lay within the anatomy of some type of mammal;
an expensive mammal.

A mammal more precious than any that has ever existed
and I don’t think they all understand
and can convey why life is so cherishable.

And why it’s something that I want to take
to see for myself how they’re taken and
where they go. I used to think that I could get a jar and hold it forever.

Xany gnawing, silver spooned, and Caddy driving lives in a jar.
It’d sparkle and it’d illuminate my dark room,
and maybe it could warm me up a little.

I’m searching for something real to love.

Noah is... really starting to wonder why he's doing these things and figuring out how to explain himself. Noah really is interested in the human body. He likes knowing how things live, work, and die. He wants to know. I'm labelling all these with the NSFW tag just in case.
#death   #morbid   #human   #body   #habits   #mortality   #anatomy   #nsfw   #noah   #curiousity  
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