yuanfen no.10 // What better time to reminisce than when you’ve been sick in bed all day? Throwing it all the way back to the early beginnings of Yuanfen, because I reckon love is the “oodles and oodles of tea and honey” I need atm to feel better // #yuanfen#yuanfenpoems#kljw
there'll be nothing to shield me but that cool sharpness again, tomorrow
note: not intended to be a self-harm reference; more of a metaphor I guess??
my friend mentioned today something to the effect of "that crack on the wall looks really aesthetic, let's take a picture" and while looking through some of the old poems I wrote a while back, I realised this would work pretty well with some editing, so here we are.
for @stars.to.elysium, who mentioned that the song this was inspired by (abstract nonsense) sounded like the way I speak, as well as @amateur.writing. here's to all the friends who are there for you even when you shut everything out.
Happiness is a dosage for you now,
It comes in brightly coloured pills.
You keep happiness trapped,
In plastic bottles and strips of tablets.
Happiness is scheduled for you now,
After lunch and before going to sleep.
Happiness comes with a price for you now,
600 and unlimited serotonin.
Happiness means "not sad anymore" for you now,
Atleast when you're not feeling anything, you don't feel sad either.
And as kids, we were always taught that happy is the opposite of sad.
Its not sad.
So you're happy.
There are no tears on your face atleast,
So you're happy.
Happiness is becoming a myth for you now,
Existing only in appointments and prescriptions.
They ask me to climb
the ladders of heaven
and they give me
with a hypnotising scent
as it blurs my vision
and pulls me into
a deep dark hole
which is not heaven
but a dark place
with no light of relief
filled with puddles
of lies and grief
and when i look behind
the only thing i see is
number of big hands
into the dark blue sea
clearing the only evidence
of the things they did to me
This is my fav poem that i wrote few days ago😀i just lv it😢it mainly focusses on bullying and i lv to write on this topic😚😚wat about u 😅did u like my poem🤗🤗
The 3 richest men in the USA own as much wealth as half the USA. Their combined wealth ($250 billon) matches the combined wealth of the poorest 160 million Americans. Source #usatoday I’m all for getting rich, but it seems upon further reflection those guys could have handed out a few more raises. 👣🔥🌅 @theburntsunsetnovel poetry & photo art
Perched at a muddled juncture of this one-way street of life, I managed to consonate my delusive heart that rested crumbled in the house you abandoned long ago, yet I continued savouring it as a wistful relic, so that I have something to turn to when nostalgia strikes me at my lowest.
For you won't ever know what you were to me, like a morning dream, too good to be true. Like, for once, home was not a place but an endearing person for whom I could cross oceans. And now it's autumn and these green leaves turning amber whistle with the wind, making me realize the end of something can be so winsome as well.
But if you ever changed your mind and returned, I would dance in the pouring rain for all this bolting lightning and rumbling thunder won't have a thing on me. And then I wouldn't mind the moon shining so bright for it shall envy me for having you.
I lost myself the day you exited the door. And this abode became one of those empty places where my colours faded to shades of grey. This world told me that I needed to take it slow but you tell me, what do they even know? We skipped stones on the effervescent lakes that has now gone dry. I thought I would sink in the quicksand but your light of comradeship opened all my dark alleys and closed dead ends.
But I promise, if you ever come back, I'll scatter into my seven colours, gambolling under the ethereal rays of the Sun. You'll come rushing in as a harbinger of halcyon, conflating in every inch of me and maybe then these rueful vines of remorse will no longer constrict me so violently.
And that's why I waited beside the entrance, hoping for your return and longing for your face. Alas, you never came.
everything fades away someday
I wish they could be you, but that's a cruel wish.
for @amateur.writing (the message isn't directed at you, though)
this is a really short piece that I had an idea for randomly? I hope it's not too bad ;;
I love this. Definitely one of my favourite insta poets (just found him today.)
I personally don’t like typical insta poetry, and I don’t think my poetry fits in with the typical insta stencil. However, since coming onto instagram with my poetry, this poet @m.nihilist I believe is the closest thing to my poetry I can find. The way he talks, and describes and his poetic techniques are very similar to mine and it’s really refreshing seeing someone with the same mind set as me, doing well and publishing. One can dream.