Not A Morning Person Not A Night Owl But A Secret Third Thing

hi! how are you? ı hope you are having a nice day. do you have a favorite poet? can ı request a poem, if any?

:')

hiii

my favorite poet atm is Richard Siken. It changes a lot, but I adore poetry with strong specific imagery but that doesn't outwardly say anything, you know? I don't want them to tell me they love the person who left them. I want them to describe their overcoat's smell and the sheer hopelessness of life and a stranger's hands, or maybe something fantastical and absurd, and through that I want them to convey their message. Here's your poem, I hope you enjoy it :)

Eucharist

I am opening myself up

again, slowly,

prying my fingers into the dust-lined cracks

at the great cathedral doors of my

being, feeling splinters and soft

old wood meet my fingers like a warning:

you do things this way,

you might get hurt.

The warning never changes

but the outcome sometimes does and so

I dig my nails

in, feel ancient dirt gather

beneath them, and I pull. Wood creaking

like bones shifting, like mountains breathing,

and the light begins to spill in again,

and fear evaporates

the way mist does when the sun

brushes the hills in the morning,

and we are inside once more-

the stained glass still glitters,

the sound still

chatters off of every great stone palisade,

ringing,

a choir of one voice, just mine, crying out:

If I do it, it will be with love.

If I do it, it will be for love.

Seeing dodie on Dan's channel made me astral project back to age 15

My crops are watered,

My skin is clear,

For a moment, there is world peace

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Weighted blanket is not enough I need someone to do this to me

Day 1 Journal Self-Love Prompt

1. Who inspires you most?-  If I had to pick one person, I would probably say my dad. He is one of the most calm, gentle people I know. I’ve seen him truly, genuinely mad maybe 2 or 3 times in my 20 years you know, being alive, and even in those moments he has self restraint and gentleness. He isn’t afraid to have emotional conversations with us and express emotions, and he does so in a healthy way. Through all his kindness though, he’s absolutely hilarious. He never fails to make me laugh. I want to be that kind of parent. One whose kids can come to for comfort and support without fear or embarrassment. I know I got super lucky to end up with such great parents <3 

me and the girlies discussing motifs and themes

me running very fast on my way to tell u ur doing great and im proud of u