You don't notice
The everlasting sorrow
That's drowning out
The life in my eyes.
I'm weeping inside,
But you're only seeing
Soft flesh
Carrying a fabric
That lays loosely over my body.
I am but merely an item,
That had been claimed
The moment you rest your body
Against mine.
All my self worth plummeted
In a matter of seconds,
And I have never felt so ashamed.
~ceramic-feelings
Small baby girl
still sees the world in color,
how can I teach her to handle the world?
My small, sweet girl,
how come she has to grow up too?
I hold her close to me every moment I can,
but she’s now big enough to play on her own,
little independent.
Sometimes I miss the smaller baby she once was,
still cherishing the baby she is today.
Raising a daughter is scary,
I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing.
Perhaps one day she may be a mom like me, wondering too, how she can raise one of her own.
<3
Even in the darkest hours
My eyes lie bright and open
Not to be faltered by dreariness.
I go three nights,
Wide awake,
And silent during the most boring nights
Of my whole life.
And once again,
I lie awake at 7:14am on Tumblr
Complaining about my inability
To rest my thoughts
Because maybe they're overcoming me
And maybe i'm so consumed
That they wont let me go.
My thoughts won't complete,
And I can hear them cycling
All at once in my head.
I just lay here,
And my thoughts have become
So unfathomable.
I can't hear the words of my own thoughts,
I can only feel the colors.
Pink pouring out of my ears,
Yellow from my eyes,
Red throughout my fingers as I type.
My eyelids, relentless.
I have no purpose in sleep.
~ceramic-feelings
My sweater unravels,
A thread locked around a knob.
As I walk away, my sweater becomes undone,
Back to the single-stringed rope it once was.
~ceramic-feelings
me n rob
what had once filled me with
a feeling of happiness and satisfaction
has left me with ugly horizontal scars,
many that are still healing.
what once was beautiful red blood
has become pink and white scars,
they now fill my body...
and i feel so ugly.
Dried dandelion flowers 🌻 I will be using them to make dandelion infused oil and a salve, useful for aching muscles/joints and dry skin.
Another plant update, they love the new window spots
the act to conjure
a haiku may take patience
and finger counting.
a grain of sand on the beach
sifted by undulations,
where the ocean can reach—
sinking deeper in the tidal invasion.