#spilled mind
“Why should I settle for mediocre when I know I’m worthy of exceptional.”
- g.d. (settling)
“And she looked at the moon and asked if this was how life was supposed to be. If it was supposed to be hard and tiring. The moon smiled at the young girl wistfully and sighed. She knew that everything was wrong and she couldn’t fix it except listen to her woes and show up for her almost everyday. She was let down by everyone and would be let down by her as well. But at least she’d see the little stars she’d leave behind to be there for her constantly. It wasn’t enough but she hoped she’d realize that those who cared would always stay or leave things about themselves behind to be remembered by. And that they were never truly gone. And for that moment she shone a little brighter and stayed a little longer to listen to her woes before she disappeared for another day.”
-g.d. (moon and stars)
“I hope to love with the same abundance I choose to read. Endlessly and wildly.”
- g.d
“and moments like today remind me that the monsters continue to live inside my head, even if they’ve been silent for too long.”
- g.d (it’s never ending)
“I told him I was too me to be a part of his world. He smiled and caressed my cheek, his lips hovering over mine as he whispered, “and that’s why I love you so much baby, you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.””
- g.d (love me for me)
It’s shallow
But I’m drowning
In a hate so rooted deep
I’m lost inside reflections
An uphill battle that’s too steep
Taught to battle monsters
I keep fighting them with skill
forgot to warn me that the ones inside
were not okay to kill.
r.t.
“It’s whatever”
He said with tears in his eyes
He hid away
Broken.
I didn’t fall for his lies
His parents drank often
He promised himself he wouldn’t
I told him to stay strong
He told me, he couldn’t
He got home from school
Everyday exhausted
Nobody realized his strength
Until one day he lost it.
For him to inhale and say yes one more time.
To a life he was robbed of
The most complex of crime.
He sat in class silent,
But when asked he would spill
Because all he needed
Was someone to listen and be still
He’d tell them his story
The one he told me
And they’d watch amazed at the new depths they’d see.
A boy who was strong
A boy who was clever
But when concluding his tale
He’d just utter “it’s whatever”
r.t.
“your moments of stagnancy have something to teach you. you’re not stuck, not moving, or not progressing. you are simply where you need to be until you absorb and learn everything that you need to learn about this current phase.”
— iambrillyant
And as I sat down, pen in hand
My head fell on white paper
Tried to rise it, but I can’t
As thoughts turn into vapor
They dance around lightly
Leaving my heavy head behind
Swirl down to the pen my hand grips tightly
Only to help my anxious fingers unwind
Mistily, my thoughts pour down
Ink spilling upon thin sheet
This rain of heart and mind allows me to drown
But sun will shine on paper where my unconscious and I meet
