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dust-to-dustier · 22 days

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my favorite grounding tip, as someone with daily panic attacks and literally constant dissociation: write a haiku.

haikus require your brain to slow down and think. not only words, which can just run away with you, but numbers. counting syllables and trying to squish words into a pattern reliant on them is extremely grounding and forces your brain to think instead of spiraling into panic. it engages the "hold on a second, let's think about this" part of your mind and while it won't work every time, i've absolutely used it to pause a rising panic attack or ground before i became so detached from reality that i lose myself.

it's also good for calming down emotional dysregulation. i struggle with anger and self-loathing and negative emotions a lot, and it's much harder to spiral if you stop and force yourself to make some little poems.

they don't have to be good, they don't have to be anything you ever share or even like doing. sometimes i'm mad about having to do it!! but even then, it helps. hell, i'd say especially then, it helps. bc if you're randomly so upset that you can't put some words into a 5-7-5 pattern for a few mins, you're likely dysregulated.

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dust-to-dustier · 1 month

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PATH OF LIFE

When walking a path,

It may long seem, when it gets steep,

That the path must be almost over,

“Am I at the top yet? Have I reached the peak?”

Because the road just feels so long.

It is important, at those times, to stop, admire the view-

The process is far more the journey than the destination,

And the wildlife is so pretty,

And the company so kind,

And the weather here is beautiful,

That a quick break, stepping back from the endless march,

Is good, is important.

It allows you to see how you are still at the start of the path-

See how the flowers here bloom with more Oxygen?

Is it not worth climbing the path,

Just to see how the plants bloom so high at the top?

Do you not wish to see where the trees stop?

The path is much longer yet-

And nothing could be better,

For if the view here is good,

Then high at the top-

Where sky meets the land,

And clouds could rest in the palm of your hand-

Surely the view will be ever more beautiful?

#ash's poem #poetry #original poem #poem i wrote #poem #i wrote this #young writer #spilled ink #poems on tumblr #hope you enjoyed!#Ash's poems on beauty #life is beautiful #really #wrote this for a friend #sharing it here

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dust-to-dustier · 1 month

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Hey folks, if you want to fight back against the twitterfication of tumblr USE IT LIKE IT'S TUMBLR!!!!!! REBLOG THINGS!!!!!! USE THE TAGS TO SCREAM AT YOUR FRIENDS!!!!!!!

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dust-to-dustier · 1 month

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i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

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dust-to-dustier · 2 months

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I just found this quiz and it’s, phenomenal

#I got melancholy #Which is strange #makes sense #But also doesnt #I write a lot of anger #And I guess sad #And I suppose that makes melancholy?

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dust-to-dustier · 3 months

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PERMANENT IMPERMANENCE

Hollow out my bones

And let me use them as blades

To fight the universe

Let me render flesh from blood

And tear the souls of fools from bodies

Let me steal the stars from the sky

And hold their flames in my hands

I will burn, but they are too beautiful

To be so far from me, to be so cold

Carve out my heart,

Remove it from my chest

And know it beats with rage

That is contained only within this fragile container

Bloody my knuckles with my torments

May I beat away my anger?

Or will it stain my hands forever,

A permanent reminder, tattooed upon my skin?

Let me grasp the attention of those above,

May I hold their strings and make them dance

My music is dissonant, my tune erratic-

They cannot keep up

Watch me explode into the flames

That burn away my permanence

In this moment I am beautiful.

Warp the rocks of mountains and towns,

Imprint upon them my name,

Legacy set in stone,

My permanence is my being.

#poetry #ash's poem #original poem #poem i wrote #poem #i wrote this #young writer #spilled ink #poems on tumblr #hope you enjoyed!#poems and poetry #anger #Ash's angry poems #proud of this one

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dust-to-dustier · 3 months

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hey could y'all do me a favour?

Reblog if you're okay with "weird" compliments on your stuff!

things like "biting this" and such

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dust-to-dustier · 4 months

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she thinks it's silly

when i call her

the light of my life

but i swear to god,

it's like she puts

the whole sun in my chest.

i feel like i'm

swallowing daylight

whenever she kisses me.

do you see these freckles

on my shoulders, darling?

can you feel how warm

my skin is under your touch?

it is all you, my love. all you.

-mars

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dust-to-dustier · 4 months

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POISON AND ROT

Something’s rotten in the world

Some twisted sickness has spread

It creeps upon the unsuspecting

The innocent, the downtrodden,

And tears from them all colour

All freedom to create

And rips from them their choices,

Their childish wonder.

And when the poison of it all spreads

And children see no point

In little games and funny jokes

And adults can’t see colour

Cannot pick up a pencil and create

When a mere doodle becomes history

And a tune is naught but heresy

And questions are a sin,

We will walk the barren earth

Which they salted with our tears,

And gaze upon the sky,

The stars they have long taken,

And the fires spread

As they always should

And the shouting starts

As it always should

And the people gather

as they always should

And we will fix it.

They want your curiosity dear,

Your very desire to know,

They want the eyes so full of stars

Empty like the void.

They want the child’s colours gone

Replaced with harsh monochrome-

From the shadows they can rob us better.

They want to take and take and take

With greedy hands and rotten hearts

They poison us

They are a plague upon us,

This shadow and its allies

And all the many duplicates

And all these cruel fates

And all these many monsters

And all their many faces.

For all the eyes they have

For all the ways they watch,

Crucially they seem to miss

The sparks that burn

With their fuel of apathy

Fire that will consume them.

Something here is rotten

Something here is twisted

Something here is diseased-

But with careful hands

And burning water

Rot can be removed.

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dust-to-dustier · 4 months

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PRAYER:

What is a prayer If not a human calling to the universe To sing to it its beauty? Some may do it strangely- Bringing to this tune Greed and selfish desires And malice But at its heart All it is Is weeping at the glory of it all The peace of nature- No gods need intrude upon this, Though they may if individuals wish- The brilliant radiance of the universe, Shining lights and velvet darkness And luxury and life In its endless detail A prayer is nothing if it is not Singing the song of the universe, Calling to the world.

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dust-to-dustier · 4 months

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BITTERSWEET:

The bitterness of love is felt

When circumstances do not allow for change,

When helping hands are swatted away like playful teasing,

When crying voices are silenced by concern.

There is something deeply twisted here.

I do not know what it is-

I am part of this tangled knot.

But something here is warped,

Something here is rotten,

Something here is wrong.

I do not understand her.

I have known her years-

To the point that this girl is a part of me,

Key to my being because as my personality grew,

As my identity formed,

She stood by my side and grew with my heart.

Yet I cannot comprehend this.

It is like in short time

I have grown beyond her-

Or she beyond me,

And now we are no longer aligned,

No longer do hearts beat in sweet synchronicity,

But in a sorrowful echo of each other,

Just out of reach.

#ash's poem #original poem #poem i wrote #poetry #poem #i wrote this #hope you enjoyed!#spilled ink #young writer #Ash's sad poems #frienship #growing up #childhood friends #the inherent tragedy of growing up not-quite apart but different #love #platonic love #poems on tumblr #poem by me #poems and poetry

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dust-to-dustier · 4 months

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2 or 4!!! :DDDD

HEART:

Loud and overwhelming and slightly painful,

My heart beats in my chest.

Or does it?

It seems strange to believe such a thing

When I am so sure I have gifted it

On a sliver platter with whispers of eternity

To others already

My heart cannot possibly be beating in my chest

For it has been long since lost to me

Wrapped in gold and promises,

It lingers over others’ shoulders

Perhaps it clings unwantedly

I wouldn’t know

This heart is theirs, not mine

My heart can not be in my chest

I loved too deeply and too fiercely

(I still do, and so my heart will not return to me)

And my heart was given

Perhaps carelessly

Shared between so many people,

The splitting not diminishing the meaning

My intention carved within my soul

My purpose engrained in my bones

My love carried far from me.

In the hollow cavity of my chest

There is an ache and a solid drumming

But it cannot be my heart

Perhaps it is the echo

Of affections returned?

#ash's poem #original poem #poem i wrote #poetry #poem #i wrote this #hope you enjoyed!#spilled ink #young writer #ash's loved one poems #idk something something the gift of love #friends are the best #poems and poetry #poems on tumblr #poem by me

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dust-to-dustier · 4 months

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RAT RACE:

They’re all so caught up in it

Is this “the rat race”

Like some sick experiment made

By those who hold themselves so superior?

And all we can do is band together

With embers of revolutions of old

But no one will dare fan that flame

Not with livelihoods teetering on a knife’s edge

Not when unfeeling code could replace warm flesh

Not when flawed steel could replace kind hands

They must all dance to these sick men’s’ tunes

Follow this twisted beat

Dancing like puppets tied to barbed strings

Creativity crushed in the face of their detestable games

#ash's poem #original poem #poem i wrote #poetry #poem #i wrote this #spilled ink #young writer #hope you enjoyed!#fuck capitalism #fuck ai art #Ash's angry poems

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dust-to-dustier · 4 months

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So here's the thing:

I'm real indecisive and don't keep track of my own ideas so well all of the time, so I don't often know what genre of poem to post.

Anyone coming across my poetry is free to make a request! I have:

1. Poems relating to desire for change/anger at the world

2. Poems relating to friends/positive things/loved ones

3. Poems about sad/miserable things + pain

4. Poems about beautiful things

(some may require trigger warnings, I think, but I'll get help with making sure they're marked correctly)

Happy reading! And thank you :)

p.s: if you enjoy my poems, please reblog :)

#ash's poems #poetry #young writer #please #poems on tumblr #original poem #poems #ash's loved one poems #Ash's poems on beauty #Ash's angry poems #ash's poems on change

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dust-to-dustier · 5 months

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Candles are seasonal, right? Happy Void Days (26th-30th), everybody! For better or worse, the year's almost over! Enjoy this poem, where I continue to be gay (but less sad)

MELT WITH ME, DARLING:

May I melt upon you dear?

A strange request, I know,

But I am a candle burning at both ends

That craves yet more warmth

And I know yours will not harm me.

And if I can melt upon you dear,

Merge with you in sweet embrace

A hug that lasts forever, please,

Then I know I can relax.

If I can do it, darling, if I could have this,

then no longer would stiff wax need fight

The burning heat of it all

Just to remain upright-

For I would have you, dear,

And like ancient trees or rotting fences

We could lean upon each other.

If I could melt with you, darling,

The warmth would feel like peace.

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dust-to-dustier · 5 months

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MERY CRISIS EVERYONE!!! If you celebrate this day (with religion or not) then I hope it is a wonderful one! If not, hope you’re having a good month!

[I HAVE A GENUINE PROBLEM WITH TITLES. HELP. PLEASE.]

No warmer shall the hearth fire burn

Than in the presence of love.

No brighter shall the sun shine down

Than upon the laughing friends.

No gentler shall the cool breeze blow

Than when joyous secrets are whispered.

The world knows love intimately-

It cradles us from birth,

Blesses us with what we need

To flourish,

With beauty incomparable,

With life so rich and precious.

The world knows us intimately-

It traces our first steps,

Knows how we have travelled

From place to place,

From home to home,

From land to land.

The world knows beauty intimately-

It forms it all,

Sculpts mountains that scrape the sky,

Carves canyons that dive deep,

Grows forests filled with life.

No better has anything ever been,

Than when it is loved

Like we can love each other,

Like the world loves us.

#ash's poem #original poem #poem i wrote #poetry #poem #i wrote this #hope you enjoyed!#spilled ink #young writer #love #a positive poem #For a day that is meant to be positive #Wishing a great day for everyone #poems and poetry #poems on tumblr #poems and quotes #words words words #ash's loved one poems

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dust-to-dustier · 5 months

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‘Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la, la la FUCK

[TRIGGER WARNING: IMPLICATIONS OF SOMEONE DROWNING]

FAMILIAR WATERS:

Wading through calf-height water.

A tedious slog through

disproportionate resistance.

I cannot just get out of the sea,

Walk on the land-

It would be cold and I’m here now and well,

I’ve been swimming so long I may have forgotten how to walk.

And i could paddle if I go slightly deeper,

Swim by the edge of the sea, for speed,

Rather than wade,

Cold and miserable through salt water,

But though it is faster I shall be exhausted.

The waves give and take and take

Their ever-receding cycle does not fit me-

I shall not swim further into the sea.

To brave deeper waters,

Or be thrown into them,

Is to be caught in the riptide

I fear I would drown,

As I see others who struggle every day,

Buoyant and afloat and fighting

The cruel and unforgiving sea,

Just to breathe, just to live.

And I watch them from the shore,

I myself am trapped in the waves,

Forever pulling me back in,

Like the hands of a desperate child.

And I cannot ignore them,

For their strength is greater than mine.

I can no more save the drowning man,

Than step onto the sand, and save myself.

#ash's poem #original poem #poem i wrote #poetry #poem #i wrote this #hope you enjoyed!#spilled ink #young writer #I actually wrote this months ago #Idk if the trigger warning was needed #But introducing the concept now before I get onto some of the poems I have feels like #A very good idea #poems and poetry #poems on tumblr #words words words #Thank you Rio for the title #Ash's sad poems

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