mania

If I had shouted it loud, across rooftops and valleys Proclaimed it before the world Would the world have given acknowledgement back. A more permanent form. If I pulled myself out of your embrace on that rainy day, shielded my heart from the excitement in your eyes. From the taste of your lips in your car, mixed with the cold of the rain. Pulled myself from the step in front of your apartment the night of our first kiss. Stayed in the warmth of Arizona rather than learning of the warmth of your fingers, lips, eyes, your bed. Guided my eyes away from the sunlight kissing your face in the morning. Stopped it at the start, would my heart have been spared. Kept my palm out of yours in the cold, left your cardigan in the suitcase rather than pulling it tight around me. Never learned how deeply I could love you in the winter months. Would I have kept this mania inside, undiscovered. Would it not eat me out from the inside. Devour me whole in a brand new terrifying way.

How come strenght sometimes feels more like a punishment?

It might seems clichéd or banal but talking about your problems matter. Even if you think they are not important or no one cares or they are not worthy of the attention. What scares most humans is the unknown. It's why we hate and start wars, after all. But if you just stop for a moment and acknowledge your problems, they won't be so scary anymore. If you just shed light on them, they won't be able to fill you with darkness.

giulswrites // commissions

puppy fat.

who knows when this dust will vacate my lungs.

i’ll writhe in the moonlight until you see me as me again. i don’t want to be more of a problem than a person. your hand won’t hold mine; maybe we’ll see eye to eye once more.

who knows when this dust will vacate my lungs.

my scars will glint in the darkness. oh, darling, what a beautiful sight. oh, darling, what a beautiful night to be alone and naked and missing. i came to this forest to die. i’m sure i’ll see you in another lifetime.

who knows when this dust will vacate my lungs.

I've lost so many hearts.

Love

COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!

Hello beautiful people!

I looove writing for my Tumblr blog and for all of you, so it’s time to get serious! I am opening commissions for custom poetry. Do you wanna let your loved ones know how much you appreciate them but you can’t seem to find the right words? Or simply, you just want something written especially for you? I’m your girl! 

You may offer me prompts or you can choose a surprise poem. I write in free verse and prose, so it is really up to you to decide the genre that fits you best. Message me on tumblr or send me an email @ [email protected] 

The poems will be posted to tumblr unless the commissioner does not want it to be and payment will be delivered upon completion of the poem but prior to its posting. (3 € per poem)

Please reblog and spread the voice, I can’t wait to write for y’all!

Love you always,

Giuls

I wish for you to call me anything but my name

Anon

something ‘bout chemistry

Feelings are tricky. Sometimes, well most of the time, they don’t make sense at all. You will find yourself divided, uneasy and restless. Even heartbroken.   I am not telling you it’s gonna be a tough journey, but it will knock you and mostly when you least expect it. You will come back up again tho’ so don’t worry. It’s not going to be an easy ride either, but once you’ve felt the up side and the sweet taste of euphoria, you will never doubt the down side. You’ll learn with time, that darkness is not afraid, and evil is not a foe. Just don’t get attached, life is, at the end of the day, all about ballance and harmony.  I don’t know how to master these “feelings” or chemicals if you may, but I do know one thing; They come, they go. We give, we take. They harm, they heal We live, we break Anon