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voicesandthoughts · 5 days
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It's so hard moving through recovery in this stage.. where everyone thinks I'm better or never struggled, but everyday is full of mental battles. Not throwing up or making myself eat are still the hardest things I do most days.
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voicesandthoughts · 5 days
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I cling to my paper dreams and cuts
how being around you is like being drenched in the sun
when you leave all I can feel is the flowers that grow in that
they entwine my lungs, neither of us breathing each time you're leaving
you make yourself sound cold as ice and morning dew
but you encase me in starlight
you taste like honey and sound like sunshine
and I would take the batteries out of the clocks and sky and the watch on your wrist
to prolong every moment of mine that's yours too
every night flew on love unrequited and two sided laughter
If it were in my hands our lives would be aligned and undivided
stars in the same perspective
but it's not, so I hold to writing it as if it is
paper stories folding into paper flowers
I'll give you the day we meet
but you won't know to unfold them
and nothing more will ever be ours
that's a given either way
but I love you anyway
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voicesandthoughts · 5 days
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It is what it is but like. Can it be something else
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voicesandthoughts · 8 days
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How much sad do I have in me?
How much longer can I pretend it's fine?
this quiet ache that grows deep
into our friendship like thorns to a rose
before I have to lay it on the line
how badly and lasting it haunts me
the words and longing I try to keep under my tongue
In effort not to watch you become a memory
not yet, don't run to the edges of my screen
don't become someone I look for in everything
and find nowhere real
I don't want my love to steal you from me
but I don't know how long I can conceal it
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voicesandthoughts · 10 days
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I want to cut the moon up
and peel away it's roughness to place a slice into your open hungry palms
I want to cut the moon up and out of the sky
to give you all of this world's favorite light
alongside city lights, the bars just outside of town, and the singing stars
I want to give you the moon
because I too am the one companion that will never truly leave you
I'll sit in the light of our love and the darkness of our demons with you
We can run our hands over every groove and gravity the way our hands find each other
Laugh against my lips and take another bite
I want to cut the moon out of the sky so I can properly compare my love to her
Knowing that together, we'll only ever change for the better
I want to cut the moon into slices of poetry for us to hold
because that's what we are, everything else is only words
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voicesandthoughts · 11 days
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I see Clytie in battered glass
I raise to watch the sun and water pass
by edge I sit forlorn and unchanged
I walk roads in my mind between estranged and mournful
with dawn's ache under my skin
heart and eyes set ablaze again
on springs rain-washed earth
I watch and long and spread wings
my best hues reaching any direction that might get to you
gentle blooms and push of spring under azure sky
I could be every kind of golden, but you could never be mine, past morning lights
..we stay up all night on the phone
I smell wishful thinking off sunflowers
bright bones trying to hide what drowns her
bare winter gardens and high summer
strung chin up to the sky
watching what hasn't happened yet
the mystery mundane at your home table
you bring home to meet your mother
not a fable uttered or feared
and the nearest I'll get is where I am now
I can't grasp how you do this to me
because you didn't, your eyes don't meet the idea
but I'm still here
making you my north star and miserable day
best friend, heart's and fear's allay
is it terrible yes will I edit no
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voicesandthoughts · 12 days
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I think I'm going to cry in Pennsylvania
I'm going to cry myself into sleep and out of daydreams
and I'm sorry for it, I hope you don't see
My love (is) getting worse
and every second I see fewer doors
things were easier when I couldn't see at all
if I live, I falter
and it hits so much harder
It didn't hurt as much to fall when I was already under the floor
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voicesandthoughts · 12 days
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My tongue is growing tired of being held tame
scratches in my throat are boiling over
tired of everything staying the same for you and me
drops jumping out through the levee
jumping for answer and decree
some accidental, some stinging their way out
some, loose lips getting addicted to the way you take a compliment
but really trying not to sink any ships
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voicesandthoughts · 14 days
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I've been falling again
and I know I'll hit the ground
no home, not running, but in a pile of unpeculiar broken bones
It scares me, to love as much as I do
and every love I fall in or for
knocks the wind out of me like nothing else before
I fear I'll lose it entirely this time, after you
I fear I won't be able to find it again
alongside my mind, if this goes on much more
you will ruin me
and I will let it happen, however it does
no, it will only happen this way, there is no however
because if we go further and it ends I'll never forgive myself for being anything but friends
I can't do another no contact open door broken oath until it's over
I can't turn you into someone that makes me feel that alone
when you're the opposite now, I feel at home
I can't even try to spark your Cumaru wood
for fear of burning what's good down
I can't speak for fear of carving a world without you around
so I know I've been falling
I know I'll hit the ground
but I'll never bring it back to your mind
or try to make you mine.
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voicesandthoughts · 14 days
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Two thousand dollars to see you
I know it's for college but I wouldn't go in person
If not to find myself in your car or across your picnic table in the park
blast Cruel Summer in the passenger seat
("I love you ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?")
If not to feel the purple golden blue
you paint me, a novel hue
In every second and word
in my clinging to your touch like a moth to a flame
every smallest glance and and shoulder brush
if not to lie about how it lingers with some pain
into the depth between daylight specks dancing in the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen
I wouldnt be so adamant to visit if not for need to find solace in dreams
and my tendency to never accept how anything seems
but it will be worth every memory, , platonic allbeit, we share
for it's you, not what you give me I care for
the days wrapped in laughter and comfort
faltering heart leaned on steadying grace
it's a small price to pay, 2k
for some moments with you, in any possible way
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voicesandthoughts · 15 days
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You can donate to the Palestine Children's Relief Fund for as little as $1.00.
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There is a fee you can choose to apply to cover processing.
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Which if you choose to do leaves you with a total of ~$1.35 (USD) depending on the type of card you have.
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PCRF has a score of 97% on Charity Navigator.
Adults and children alike are currently dying in Palestine due to starvation. (World Health Organization Link)
The Gaza Strip is one of two places in the entire world that is categorized as Phase 5 (the highest phase) on the Integrated Food Security Phase Classification scale.
So even if you think it isn't enough, remember that donating even as little as $1.35 helps! It's $1.35 they wouldn't have had otherwise. So donate if you can. 🇵🇸
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voicesandthoughts · 16 days
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Is life just good? Am I healed? Am I hypomanic? Is it some other odd thing my brain decides to do? Will we ever know?
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voicesandthoughts · 19 days
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dreams are futile devices
your visits there, a frivolous expense
I pull out your photo for a second
dragging out the pain in dragging you in
to the only place my words don't have to dissolve
I otherwise swallow them or bite my tongue
swore never to say the word love again
for fear of it being the rift we cannot resolve
I know you know I know you know
but if I lift my tongue and say anything more
I'm so terrified & certain that you'd run
leaving more than this idea in your dust
everything we ever were
friendship and years blurred buried under rust
so my dreams may be counterproductive
but this is the preferable way to let you kill me
delusion and spectacle and holding back sad
a cascade of fasaded hopes
all doomed to unswirl and sprial
a crash made under my own construction
I'll hold on, quietly, until fate unfurls
and fall hard down unforgiving slopes
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voicesandthoughts · 19 days
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We should be asleep
like the secrets I keep just under my tongue
grinding my teeth, trying to get them to run
paper published or melted in summer sun
untied from the air in my lungs
I wish I could tell you why I'm never asleep
when you're driving home or out at 2am
I wish your voice was something I could keep
or tell I love you, it's burning on the back of my throat
I want this to be more than the footnote it is
ignored and prayed to bury and never missed
the way I miss you in the seconds of silence ending these calls
the moment your engine hum dulls
and you pull into your driveway,
no matter how hard I pray for traffic and wrong turns
or the moment you grow tired and cold
I hold onto every second left before
the destination time is always in a hurry to find
a separation that never leaves my mind
and maybe the echos only linger for me..
maybe I should just go to sleep
(but I never will, when I could keep you even a little longer)
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voicesandthoughts · 22 days
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"It hurts more than a little, looking at your eyes"
"you don't actually seem fine with it"
I lose sleep & defend you to my therapist
You're my personal eclipse,
Where sun's harsh warmth meets moon's soft kiss
the synthesis of brilliance and gentle sorrow
a presence I adore, I fall asleep better in the afterglow of our calls and
you, a haven, until it reassembles
the shadow of a turned back and my confidence trembles
imagined or not, my faith threatens to wane
In a friendship that love will never wade
It's a ship I can't manage to push out of the harbor
not away nor into your hands
sails that refuse to be torn apart
collecting dust in misguided hope
waiting for rejection or affection
instead of finding any real sense of direction
they wish to be the fruit in your palms and taken by teeth into your heart
Melted like the summer sun sky's desire
and the winter's need for comfort in fire
where in you
I meet the purple pearl hues of the moon in
beside every warmth you anew the world in
daylight dreams fighting to remain behind the spread of stars
but maybe you'd just be a good man
If I could put down whatever makes me see nothing more than art
I wonder if there's a world in which I can
An eclipse I wouldn't lose sleep to be with
aching eyes and lying to myself
maybe there's a world I put the idea of anything more on a far off shelf
.. but in this one, there was a real eclipse today
I loved it, I loved that you did too
we shared pictures and
I wish I could stare down the sun embraced by the moon
more often, or on the ground by you
you know I wouldn't look at the sky for very long
with you there
I wonder if we touched, would it be like the sky today
phenomenal and.. short lasting
astrology meant to be apart
but nothing could happen at all so I'll just say there was an eclipse today
it was beautiful wasn't it?
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voicesandthoughts · 24 days
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more from last night
I'm staring down the circle on my calendar
ten months in a heart on April 19th
Staring down the purple on my phone
a heart resting below "I missed you" today
the walls are closing in but I can't look away
it's exhausting, the moments you keep the notes in your notes app or in your drawer for the sake of everyone but yourself
and feeling deeply is grand when the sun pokes out, you hear your friend laugh, or need pushing to pursue perfectionism
it was grand when you ran though the pool smell
and landed in arms you didn't fear for a second
your mother said she loved you and it was true
and you only knew one shade of blue
but it's not when you're asking too much
by asking at all
another Jupiter staring into their childhood closet
clawing at your skin, wishing you could get out
of every painful thing you can't really mend
you can't dig the root out
so you plaster a star over it, pretend to be bright again
You miss me because you don't see what I do
you can't see me through my eyes
but I can't be that because I love you
so I'm stuck in limbo
pulling at the threads but knowing the last one will have to stay
pull my weight through a hundred calendar circles and thousand purple skies
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voicesandthoughts · 24 days
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My gardens of Venus find themselves consumed
wilted petals, burnt and bare, where they once bloomed
the ashes of passion and ruins of Jupiter
ripping out old pages to never reach that potential again
Ripping out of old shape to be something greater
but never as bright, never in real light
daylight, surrendered to the moon
always willfully ignorant a little too soon
always a little too true to her roots
In love with the sound of your voice
and in questioning but never deciding if it's a choice
longing for red flares or beaten earth
worn books deserving better than me
a longing glance or touch less shaken by disease
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