#heath
i feel like an overused fire by my mental state
being enlightened by flames
a burst of color and energy and creativity coming out of the fire
then it burns out for a week, gone
they set it ablaze again
flares popping out from the heat of the fire
then gone, burned out, flames but down
then the fire starts to get tired of everything that's happening and refusing to be put on fire entirely for weeks
the fire tries to look at ways on how to burn better
all it finds are "burn more, you will burn brighter"
but the fire can not work like that, it doesn't know if that is possible for themselves, they don't know how to burn 2 times in a row, they always have to take a break after being lit, the advice does nothing
they aren't good at burning
they cant do it consistantly
they want to become "unusable"
they want to quit
so bad
but they dont.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 1:49 AM UTC
The heath is hazy,
fringed by snow-capped spruce trees, with --
deer eyes in between.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 2:27 AM UTC
Is it a person or a place,
A thing whose soul I can never know?
A warrior howls with the wind
in the trackless wild.
Or a peerie lad running through sand
on St. Ninian's ayre?
A maid swimming
in an unreachable isle
or the luffing of sails
in the harbour at night.
An expanse of heath
with a bird above.
A person or place
That I'll always love
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 8:46 PM UTC
Feelings overflow me, like waves washing over me, stalking my back, you make me feel sad, I put on a mask to make me not sad but it never lasts for long your singing my song, you make me feel wronged, I wish you would listen but then we start kissing, then I start missing you more. I feel like I'm crawling to shore. I thought that I knew you before but now my heart is at war. I still cry on the floor. Still wanting more. But I guess you went out the door.
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC
who is this?
who is she?
who are they?
i don't know this person,
i don't look like that do i?
my arms, my stomach,
my hair, my face, my thighs,
what is it all?
why don't i look okay for once?
it isn't fair,
not fair at all,
i'm fed up of trying to look pretty,
fed up of meeting standards,
my body is keeping my heart beating,
is capable of carrying and nursing a child,
my body is amazing and that'll never change,
even if my clothes are tight,
even if my face doesn't look like theirs,
even if i can't wear the same things,
even if my skin is darker than theirs,
even if i can't pull off the same hair cut they do,
i am me,
i am myself,
i am here to show what i am capable of,
and no-one, no matter how hard they try, will stop me,
i am beautiful,
we are all beautiful.
-lilac
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
If you learn to live life with sadness,
You'll never die with true happiness
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
Let’s play a game
It hisses in my head
What will you believe today?
Are you depressed?
Or
Does life just really ****
Flip a coin.
Do you need to change your meds?
Or
Is this what normal people feel like?
Flip a coin.
Are you still hurting?
Or
Are you just a drama queen?
Flip a coin.
Do you deserve a little binge?
Or
Is your stomach getting bigger?
Flip a coin.
Are you sane?
Or
Are you falling from reality?
Flip a coin.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 8:54 PM UTC
When i was young,
I would’ve have given my mother the world.
Every mothers day, i would paint
My very best picture,
And I would walk to my grandmother's garden
To pick the tallest Easter lilies
That had bloomed weeks before.
Her front yard boasted
the most beautiful flowers
That fill my memories.
But like the colorful bloom,
My mothers love disappeared with time.
And sloppy paintings and roughly cut stems
Would never be good enough for her.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 5:06 PM UTC
a vitamin
no duet
soggy chanty
she gleefully
abet her
set in
bloom with
her trigger
hole fillet
in juice
now feverishly
the vamp
played this
orchestral piece
of mind
there with
her white
chaparral fleece
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
a favor
in law
reaches its
nihilistic while
cows grain
these matters
that suppose
this arbitration
wasn't theirs
but this
trench would
hide the
horror of
waywardness with
their cultivation
in grazing
upon licorice
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC
*Soft is the wind ere the trees
And rough is my voice running through each
As are flowers in the month of June, so beautiful
And yet cursed by the coming fall
As after which, above the earth, all else will fall
Until the clouds and morning dew have meld in, above the heath
Ungrown as I am in the mind of you
But it would not be so, if you would see me through*
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 9:24 AM UTC
I don't know what else to do,
And so I shall destroy myself
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC