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inksplashgirl · 11 days

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a letter to twenty one pilots

Dear twenty one pilots,

Thank you.

You gave a voice to the cuts in my brain when I didn’t know what they were trying to say.

I was less alone when I had Migraine and Kitchen Sink to hold my depression.

I owe you my life, for leaching the loneliness from mental illness and teaching me not to let my demons win.

From,

Me

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inksplashgirl · 1 month

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This is my golden summer.

Every second will be squeezed like a peach, their sappy sweetness dripping down my arms.

I lie on my side in my car, staring at Venus through the window.

I can feel every breath slithering across my hands as they press the letters on the screen, uncertain why I’m even typing.

My heart feels like it’s in a wine press. I don’t know why, nor do I want to. I’m a melancholy and dramatic girl who ties far more weight to her emotions than they actually warrant.

I will be fine.

Even if I don’t know what’s wrong.

#ramble #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #poet #original poem #poems #art #original poetry #creative writing #poetrycommunity #poeticstories #writerscreed #permanent ink #mentally tired

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inksplashgirl · 2 months

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180

Ha.

And I thought we’d bottomed out at 175.

I want to love myself, and I want to be healthy. It’s a delicate balance, one my shaky legs can’t seem to find on this tightrope of image.

I’ve spent so much time afraid of my weight, both when it was too low and now.

I don’t want to be afraid anymore.

I want to be whole.

And that’s what I’ll work for- being happy, not skinny. Because they are not synonymous anymore.

It’s time to take control of what I want to feel.

170

I’ve been gaining weight lately

My five foot six inch frame is packing enough

For the Body Mass Index to call me obese

And yes,

I know that thing was created when doctors were still prescribing cocaine,

But isn’t the princess supposed to be smaller than this?

Maybe I’m just the chubby, well-meaning housekeeper

Or the best friend with three lines, hyping up the main character

I know that everyone is supposed to be the protagonist in their own story, but my story has always been about everyone else

And now that I’m fat, I know why.

I laugh at how big I felt at one forty five, a weight I held for over two years.

I’ve gained twenty five fucking pounds in a short enough time that even my doctor is concerned.

I thought that eating enough for the first time in my life was a good thing, and now I’m fighting to open my mouth for a single french fry.

Maybe if I was thin…

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inksplashgirl · 2 months

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Tumblr Poet

I’m a poet on tumblr.

A site with weird and wonderful things hiding in it’s walls, somewhere a poet is sheltered.

I tagged the frick out of my poems, collecting over a hundred followers in just over a year.

The thing about poetry is that it’s something considered niche, odd, moody and a little cringe to create seriously.

I have dreams, of course- holding my own book in my hands, becoming poet laureate, seeing recognition from the international society of poets-

But what I really want is for someone to read my poem and feel seen. As though in finding this sliver of my soul, I’d stumbled upon a piece of theirs.

#poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #poet #original poem #poems #art #creative writing #original poetry #poetrycommunity #woman writers

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inksplashgirl · 2 months

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The worlds inside sway like an anemone.

Gentle tendrils of stories unwritten brush past jelly dreams for future days.

They cannot stop the growth of my garden. Small planets orbit the core of myself, the mitochondria of my being.

They say often that someone broken is a shell of a person. A withered husk. We are always somehow aware of the worlds of ideas inside.

As all ecosystems, minds are fragile. The growth and development of this strange and beautiful environment can end at anytime- in theory.

The beauty is the enemy of hatred, the antidote of violence, and those who advocate for it think that a small lead capsule can end the worlds that destroy what they enjoy.

But no bullet will never end the creations that make us human.

#philosophy #rambles #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #poet #original poem #poems #art #creative writing #original poetry #poetrycommunity

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inksplashgirl · 3 months

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Oh Dom

My dear Dominick

I am so sorry for this

I hate nausea

And the correct grammar

Is nauseated.

I am that pretentious English dick

I’m sorry 😭

Love ya anyways I’m sorry I’m a jerk

I feel so nauseous

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inksplashgirl · 4 months

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*Trigger Warning for Firearms*

I shot an AR-15.

When we first walked into the range, I flinched with every shot. It got worse once we started firing- the uncontrollable shudder of my body as my friend aimed at the paper target.

My partner sat at my shoulder, gently running soft fingers along my back. He squeezed when I flinched, and I closed my eyes. Inhaling over the gun smoke, I smelled the comfort of hugs and late night holding.

It was his turn.

I began to breathe- still flinching but far more mildly- as I watched my partner sit on the stool and carefully notch the gun into his shoulder. I watched his breath slow and then freeze as he pressed the trigger.

The booth erupted in sound and I laughed, surprised at my own enjoyment.

He pulled the target in and we all admired his shots before they turned to me.

“Your turn.”

I settled into the seat, carefully switched off the safety, and settled the gun into my shoulder. I focused the sight, aiming a bit low. I breathed and sang the alphabet in my head. At E I stopped breathing and at G I fired.

My micro flinch echoed as I took half a breath before pressing again. Counting down my shots.

Guns scare me less now.

I was afraid.

And I still am.

But feeling the respect for life in the same hands as a deadly weapon in so many people gave me hope.

Still an advocate for gun control. Just less afraid as one.

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inksplashgirl · 5 months

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The dancing light reminds me

That life is more than snow

And the grip of my cold brain.

I am held

By the fire and those around it

Warmed from despair and brought back to life

In the breath of the fireside.

Fireside Poetry Contest

hello all,

December is a hard month for many, so i hope this finds you well. this month's prompt is:

fireside

fires have served as the anchoring point for humans and their attempts to reconnect, tell stories, prepare meals, and stay safe. it is fireside that stories are told, that food is shared, that warmth is sought and found. where darkness is pushed away from the ones we care about.

you may reblog this with an original poem of any style and length, but it MUST have something to do with the prompt.

this month will have three winners, so please share this, and remember, any and all are welcome to enter. winners will be announced on the 1st of January, and will he reblogged here. all entrants will be reblogged to @poetryisalive for ease of review, and for extra visibility.

thanks for your support and interest.

catch you all fireside.

#spilled ink #poetry contest #seasonal affective disorder #SAD #poeticstories

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inksplashgirl · 5 months

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Mouse

There was a mouse.

On the bedroom floor.

And I let out a smothered curse

As we managed to capture it under a mixing bowl and slid a piece of cardboard under it

And I had to take it outside

Because one was afraid and the other going back to bed.

So I was told to throw it

Bowl and all

Into the neighbor’s yard, assured their dogs would eat it.

I didn’t find this comforting.

Nothing I can control deserves to die afraid.

And I was relieved when told to throw it by the shed instead.

“Yes, there’s rat poison in there. He’ll go in to get warm.”

I knew the mouse had to leave.

They carry disease and I need to keep everyone safe, so I felt comfort in knowing I wouldn’t be responsible for the death of a creature who did no harm.

And then I felt guilt.

I put on my shoes.

I played calm. I carried the bowl across the yard and gently knelt to release the cardboard.

The mouse pittered out across the snow, leaving it unbroken though it filled my shoes.

Don’t I have a responsibility to those smaller than me?

He must be cold. I don’t like being cold.

A tear trickled down my face before I whisked it off. Who cries over a mouse?

I did.

I sobbed when I had time because he was just a mouse but life is precious and it means everything to me.

Good bye mouse.

Please find heaven so I can sob my apologies there, where neither of us can hurt anyone anymore.

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inksplashgirl · 5 months

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Stupid Hard

It isn’t fair.

And I know that makes me sound like a petulant child, but I don’t care.

I’m tired of bottling all this angry in silence because he gets to want you.

He gets to always depend on you.

He gets to guilt trip you, and I don’t.

I know he’s your brother but I get so irrationally angry even though I have no right to be.

I want you too.

I want your time too.

And I don’t get to bully you for it and it’s so stupid hard this way

but there isn’t another way.

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inksplashgirl · 6 months

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170

I’ve been gaining weight lately

My five foot six inch frame is packing enough

For the Body Mass Index to call me obese

And yes,

I know that thing was created when doctors were still prescribing cocaine,

But isn’t the princess supposed to be smaller than this?

Maybe I’m just the chubby, well-meaning housekeeper

Or the best friend with three lines, hyping up the main character

I know that everyone is supposed to be the protagonist in their own story, but my story has always been about everyone else

And now that I’m fat, I know why.

I laugh at how big I felt at one forty five, a weight I held for over two years.

I’ve gained twenty five fucking pounds in a short enough time that even my doctor is concerned.

I thought that eating enough for the first time in my life was a good thing, and now I’m fighting to open my mouth for a single french fry.

Maybe if I was thin…

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inksplashgirl · 6 months

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Oh boy get ready for a weird mix people :D

Thank you for the tag @riordanverse-madness otherwise known as my tumblr bestie

In no particular order:

The Wednesday Wars by Gary D. Schmidt (heartwarming coming of age set in the late sixties America. Written in a slightly hyperbolic fashion- like a cartoonist wrote a book)

Heroes of Olympus by Rick Riordan (favorite characters and general plot of the PJO series, not to knock my other children)

The Decay of Lying by Oscar Wilde (not technically a book but screw that, seventeen pages of Oscar Wilde roasting every famous author of his age and complaining about novel writing is hilarious)

The Enola Holmes series by Nancy Springer (I know there are movies. I don’t hate the movies- I just prefer the books. Enola is far more relatable and the plots are so amazingly written- 10/10 mysteries.

Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher (this book is the same feeling as biting into a warm cookie or snuggling up in a blanket. I find it intensely comforting and the way it teaches the Montessori method is pretty awesome. It was ahead of it’s time.

Tags!

@neil-gaiman (why not?) @sun-dipped-quill & @lovelylittleghosty

List Your Top Five Favorite Books or Series and Tag Five People!

The Inheritance Games (First is Hawthorne Legacy)

Little Women

Throne of Glass (Queen of Shadows then Heir of Fire)

Harry Potter (Any)

Hunger Games (The first one’s the best)

Absolutely no pressure 🩵💙: @bookish-swiftie13 @1look-at-how-my-tears-ricochet1 @saturntonads @novas2cool4u @herondalesbooklover

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inksplashgirl · 7 months

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Healing

We’re always going to be fighting a demon

But we do it together

And I know every time we get stronger.

While these little cracks are scary

I know they’re not the end.

We will always be together, whether as friends or as more.

We keep healing.

And I love you.

#i forgive you #i love you #I will see you soon #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #poet #original poem #poems #art #creative writing #original poetry #poetrycommunity

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inksplashgirl · 7 months

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Autumn Equinox

Today Persephone comes home

Running into the arms of he who seems cold

But warms to her touch

Spring and Death meeting in a kiss

Embracing the winter

And intertwining in the new beginnings of death and life

Her sunlit footsteps skim the obsidian palace

As she seeks the king of her heart

After a lonely summer day

And while night is cold her lover will hold her

Because Hades’ love is home

Bringing light to his life

Again

Because no matter how long the summer

She always comes home.

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inksplashgirl · 7 months

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Duckling

Listening to him talk about friendship

About how much he loves us

And how amazing it is to see us smile

And how our chosen family

Is going to see us through

And I love this friend

Like a son.

God bless you, my little duckling

I love you <3

#poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #poet #original poem #poems #creative writing #original poetry #art #poetrycommunity #poeticstories #writeblr #writerscreed #writing inspo #original writing #love #found family #chosen family

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inksplashgirl · 7 months

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100.

Damn.

That’s a lot of people who pushed the same button, dude

So hello y’all

Thanks for following! I’m Sara and I write poems :) I am so happy to have you all here!

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inksplashgirl · 7 months

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Bird

My life is a bird

One that I once held with a violent desperation

As it left bloody scratches in my wrists

It’s wings beating my arms

Frantic to escape my grasp.

I held that bird with everything I had

And now

It is my friend

Sometimes it tries to fly away

But it sits on my arm and eats from my hand

Balanced on my fragile body

Clinging to the will to live.

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