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GaryFairy Mar 2022
Later I am going to extract a tooth on camera to show mind over matter. I am a dentist, although it has taken two months of work to pull one tooth. It is an art. A rotten and infected art
This is true, I'm sure any haters know where to look...my fb page...I think I can start to like fb and fall under it's spell
Bella Isaacs Feb 2022
I want you to see
You who claim to love me
You who claim to save me
From that which I can't see
Ahead, but I know in my bones
I can't let bygones be bygones
Right now - I've worked a week for two
Or three, and I'm tired, and I have had too
Four weeks locked up through no fault of my own
And I am wearing close to the bone
And I'm dying on my own
I am not-crying on my own
I can't say I'm alone
When I'm out of the zone
Where the world is a stranger
And my sun turned from me in danger
As if I would **** him with my pallor
Because I asked for his light, in squalor
Or maybe just too young
And realising how much is wrong
And how much has been wrung
And how I have a limit to being strong
And how I loved too much
That I'm now sick of the loving, friendly, familial touch -
I did not realise how much I suffered
Until today's sweet sunny plans, by me, were scuppered.
Uni, Covid, chores, being a nice person, being taken advantage of, expectations, creeps, my projects, my dreams, my introspection, my health and my guilty love for my taken friend all got to me, and now I'm writing it down, 'cos I CAN... and I probably should.
Dave Robertson Jan 2022
If I state I’m going to do something
then don’t, as often happens,
then I’ve planted a ***** seed
that’ll grow into a choking vine,
not free, or wise

So dark January resolutions
might help Calvinists,
or masochists, or both,
but for the rest of us
comfort in our skins is better

I have no preach for you
to do this: just listen

Your own heart cries and sings
all day, every day
and you will beat yourself
far harder, over cheese and *****,
than anyone who loves you would

So go inward a while and think,
and even if your conclusions
don’t match the zeitgeist,
love you, as we do
Some of the weights you carry
aren't even yours to handle,
drop a few along the way.
Little stuff season.
basil Nov 2021
my roots are growing in ashy
i can't stop looking at my acne scars

i taste everything good in me
and lick the sin off my fingers

but no one told me that loving myself
would be this exhausting
Aisha Nov 2021
Why is this so fun, why is this so enjoyable, there’s nothing dangerous about self care
I’m only helping myself
I’m taking care of myself so please don’t worry about me, I can handle it on my own, just go away so you won’t be disappointed, that’s all I can offer
Dave Robertson Nov 2021
Off the daily cuff
blood pressure rises,
no real surprise
when this number over that
seems to dictate it all

For it to fall to a level
where there is no dread
of a sudden clutched chest
or brain wildfire
requires time for self care,

And though there’s the rub,
your work will never love you back,
so feel no guilt stepping away
before you crack
Eve Nov 2021
We’re at the age where the entire world is trying to mold us
and trying to show us what route we must take and stay until our deaths.
But that decision is not up to them, we are solely responsible for our own
future and our own happiness.
We are held accountable for every decision we make now up to our
last breaths. And I do not know about you, but I’d like to be known
and remembered as a fighter; she who fought all the given odds to become
only what she wanted to became.

-fir.m
Yet another scribble, 2018 was so powerful ****.
kgl Sep 2021
i am trying to take care of my body
nurture it as if it were a newborn
cherish its hills and valleys, winding channels and perpetual rainfall
trying to help it move and sit and walk
and perhaps someday it will dance again

i am trying to take care of my mind
gather it up into my arms, tenderly
push away the clouds that gather and threaten to obscure the sun
throw open the curtains, unleash the riotous day
flood its rooms with light and the inevitability
of unwavering hope

i am trying to take care of my soul
nurse it carefully, puckered lips towards the sky
awake in anticipation for all the things that are yet to happen
the may-nots, the mays, the possibilities, the junes
and all of the beautiful days
that are sure to follow

as i push away the fury in my heart.
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