I wish I could rescue
the neglected child
I once was,

Wipe their tears,
and
hug their sorrows,
and
steal them away,
and
never turn back,

they would be loved,

I mourn them,
the child
I never was.

#poetry
#neglect
#innerchild
#healing

I wanted to die, twice.
I remember, burning houses and cigarettes,
smoke choking, ashes blowing, embers raining,
no gas, no path, no escape, no end,
I yearned for the flames.

2/2

#vss365
#poems
#death

I wanted to live, once.

I remember it, a blurred memory,
The taste of sour candy, fizzing on my tongue
the wind in my hair, laughter caught in my throat,
life slipping on rocky beaches, the taste of iron stuck between my teeth.

1/2

#poem
#vss365
#death

There is no rain in the spring anymore: only dust.

No plants peeking out from the petrified patches,

No warm water to wash away the winter,

No puddles to play in,

Only dust.

#climatechange
#poetry
#pointofnoreturn

Childhood is a star,
a past light.

I can't see through its eyes,
nor mine.

The closer to the city,
the fainter the stars.

Where once there were heavens,
a haze now descends.

My books lie under dust;
mirrors I cannot clear.

If only I could fall upward.
If only I could dream.

#vss365 #InspiredBy

I can't escape it, the #onslaught from my senses.

The stickiness, stretching and flaking off my skin, and-

The taste of sweet-bitter-sour coffee stuck in my teeth, and-

The sound of chatter and beeping and whirring and music and- and-

They watch me.

I want to hide.

I can't.

#vss365 #autistic

I am wax wings, urging to fly in the sunlight, to burn and fall into nothingness

Still, I lift my wings and crave for the wind,
To tempt fate, a half-dozen degrees from the beginning of my own destruction

I wish I could fall,
Tumble and break; feathers and wax; ecstasy to peace.

#poem #writing

I look up to the skies of my childhood

of every childhood before,
but I do not see as they did

I look up above the city and see the haze of light drifting up into the atmosphere

Like dust scattered on my bookshelf

I want to fall into the sky of my childhood, descend into dreams

#vss365 #descent

Photo of a tortishell cat perched on a cat tree, she is facing directly at the camera and is very chonky.

Photo of the same tortishell cat, in a pink fluffy bed, half winking at the camera. She looks tired.

Photo of the same tortishell cat curled on her back with her head upside-down. Her eye is slightly open. She is alseep but still watching.

Photo of the same tortishell cat, she is lying on her side on top of a purple circle cat toy. It's the one with a groove that fits a ball to spin around it. Her front right leg is tucked above and hidden in the groove so it looks like its mising. She looks incredibly chonky and is a rectangle loaf of a cat.

The many poses of Prim.

#Cat

He's freshly watered soil in a newly planted garden.
I am scratched dry, floating in dandelion fluzz.
I see us, in lightning stretch marks embedded across shoulders, the fireworks burnt into my skin, the bronze embeded in his.

I am his, and he, mine.

#vss365 #Devotion

I fear the horizon
whether it be
the vast circle of our celestial sphere
or the
limits of our insight

I fear what is beyond it
and
I fear that jails our minds beneath it

#vss365 #horizon

My cat is also named rosie!

there's a kind of emptiness when a place is abandoned.
Remnents of memories, dusty and decrepit, the very life it used to hold absent.
Until my footsteps leave marks on a neglected floor, disturbing echoes of the past.
It's a special kind of loneliness, a reminder of how all things will end.

To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

-Carl Sagan,
Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space

The earth has forgotten colour,
I wish I could forget alongside it,
my children will never know the colours of a forest,
they will never know fresh air as I knew,
the burden we created will be theirs to hold,
in soot stained lungs and still murky water,
the only colour they know is blood

I do not breathe in these forests anymore,
these forests of asphalt not aspen,
there is no rain to cleanse the concrete,
I do not breathe this air,
I wheeze and croak,
the only sound of life is my struggle for it.

I wonder what kind of person I could be if eternity didn't keep knocking on my skull

The stars are in slow motion, unlike the blip of my lifetime against theirs.

I want to breathe the light of dying suns and scattter myself across the Milky Way.

Instead, I weep. Knowing I will never touch the night sky in this life.

Why do you need to be good at something to enjoy it?

Normalize being bad at your hobbies.

Do what makes you happy, not just what you're good at.

Perfection is impossible.

I miss looking to the future with hope.

I only look up to the stars and hope they will take me instead.

Drifting in stardust, will I ever find ground again?

The universe doesn't care about anyone; I am free from the burdens of man.