WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 3:02am
2nd Feb 2025 3:02am
journey journal...
these pages mark the passing of my life
the lessons & leanings
what I learn about myself
my sanctuary
where I tattoo all my pain in a flood of ink
in this ever growing volume of me
safe to express
without seeing judgment in...
...or rolling of...
...the witnessing eyes
& I wonder sometimes
what will become of these fragile chapters
my thoughts...my aches...my dreams...
when they're all that's left of me
will they read them & finally comprehend
who I really am
or would it be best...
...to simply...
the lessons & leanings
what I learn about myself
my sanctuary
where I tattoo all my pain in a flood of ink
in this ever growing volume of me
safe to express
without seeing judgment in...
...or rolling of...
...the witnessing eyes
& I wonder sometimes
what will become of these fragile chapters
my thoughts...my aches...my dreams...
when they're all that's left of me
will they read them & finally comprehend
who I really am
or would it be best...
...to simply...
#confessional
#sadness
#WritingPoetry
82 reads
19 Comments
tree1325
tree
tree
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 11:36pm
27th Jan 2025 11:36pm
20 Years
Hey, kiddo.”
I say softly as she walks into view, a warm smile already tugging on my lips. She lifts her head to meet my eyes, tilting it as she observes my face, before suddenly announcing, “You look like Grammy!” I can’t help but chuckle at her response, kneeling down so that we are eye-to-eye. I watch as she takes in my most despised parts, my double chin, thin mouth, and plump cheeks, a mix of curiosity and affection shining in her bright brown eyes.
“I guess so.” I reply quietly, a similar blend of emotions swimming with tears in mine. There are so many things I...
I say softly as she walks into view, a warm smile already tugging on my lips. She lifts her head to meet my eyes, tilting it as she observes my face, before suddenly announcing, “You look like Grammy!” I can’t help but chuckle at her response, kneeling down so that we are eye-to-eye. I watch as she takes in my most despised parts, my double chin, thin mouth, and plump cheeks, a mix of curiosity and affection shining in her bright brown eyes.
“I guess so.” I reply quietly, a similar blend of emotions swimming with tears in mine. There are so many things I...
#childhood
#confessional
#dreams #LifeCycle
#dreams #LifeCycle
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DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 1:43pm
11th Jan 2025 1:43pm
Only At The Surface
It never really stops does it?
This need to be seen
to be cherished in some way
But in these fickle times
in considerations sporadic
we really don't get to the meat
of what we're all about
The surface rarely tells the story
fears and expectation
clouding this process
And if no one asks any questions
how to we get beneath this
to the good, messy parts?
Our tears and laughter
can both be a gateway,
sometimes vulnerability
can enhance sensitivity
In the end,
do you really want...
This need to be seen
to be cherished in some way
But in these fickle times
in considerations sporadic
we really don't get to the meat
of what we're all about
The surface rarely tells the story
fears and expectation
clouding this process
And if no one asks any questions
how to we get beneath this
to the good, messy parts?
Our tears and laughter
can both be a gateway,
sometimes vulnerability
can enhance sensitivity
In the end,
do you really want...
#confessional
#dating
#relationships
98 reads
2 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
declaration of independence
(Visual)
#confessional
#healing
#SelfWorth #uplifting
#SelfWorth #uplifting
212 reads
12 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 4:25pm
24th Dec 2024 4:25pm
keepin' it movin'
I'll be honest
I don't know my full purpose
why I'm here
as fractured as a cracked egg
held together only by the tissues inside
but that's life...isn't it
an enigma tattooed in damage & stigmas
steps sometimes faltering
...others defiant
I don't know what tomorrow holds in its fist
only that it won't offer me an early glimpse
so I fumble...stumble...trundle along
one foot after the other
picking myself up when I'm beaten down
& limp off to try again
no...I don't know why I'm here
what I'm put on this...
I don't know my full purpose
why I'm here
as fractured as a cracked egg
held together only by the tissues inside
but that's life...isn't it
an enigma tattooed in damage & stigmas
steps sometimes faltering
...others defiant
I don't know what tomorrow holds in its fist
only that it won't offer me an early glimpse
so I fumble...stumble...trundle along
one foot after the other
picking myself up when I'm beaten down
& limp off to try again
no...I don't know why I'm here
what I'm put on this...
#confessional
#honesty
#SelfReflection
209 reads
23 Comments
Her
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 9:38am
18th Dec 2024 9:38am
Hoping Quietness Produces Greatness
Journal Entry
December 17, 2024
I don’t rush to the phone anymore when I hear a text coming through, I barely stop what I’m doing. And it’s not because Suzette said I had to have boundaries with myself and not rush to answer texts like I used to, it’s because the texts are usually meaningless. Not so long ago, when I was so desperate for company that any form of communication from any source would make me feel connected to the world, I would I grab my phone in a millisecond when I heard that tweet. I carried my phone on my person like it was an appendage. It was almost like...
December 17, 2024
I don’t rush to the phone anymore when I hear a text coming through, I barely stop what I’m doing. And it’s not because Suzette said I had to have boundaries with myself and not rush to answer texts like I used to, it’s because the texts are usually meaningless. Not so long ago, when I was so desperate for company that any form of communication from any source would make me feel connected to the world, I would I grab my phone in a millisecond when I heard that tweet. I carried my phone on my person like it was an appendage. It was almost like...
#confessional
#narrative
#nonfiction
#PTSD
#relationships
100 reads
9 Comments
Her
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 5:29pm
16th Dec 2024 5:29pm
A Rolling Stone Gathers Moss and All Kinds of Shit
Journal Entry
December 15, 2024
11:27am
He’s been asking me all morning if I’m alright, the concern in his voice rippling over me like a warm bath, but this sadness won’t ease. I’ve been fighting with myself for months. I’m tired. I had a mini breakdown last night when I accidentally hit the cut tab instead of the copy tab and lost everything I had been working on all day. My writing was unrecoverable. I had already hit another key. Everything was gone, all of it. Hours of processing what took place the last four years and possibly before. Not all of it, but the most...
December 15, 2024
11:27am
He’s been asking me all morning if I’m alright, the concern in his voice rippling over me like a warm bath, but this sadness won’t ease. I’ve been fighting with myself for months. I’m tired. I had a mini breakdown last night when I accidentally hit the cut tab instead of the copy tab and lost everything I had been working on all day. My writing was unrecoverable. I had already hit another key. Everything was gone, all of it. Hours of processing what took place the last four years and possibly before. Not all of it, but the most...
#confessional
#nonfiction
#PTSD #relationships
#PTSD #relationships
105 reads
8 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 7:52pm
13th Dec 2024 7:52pm
keeping Self in check
one of the most difficult...
...& most valuable...
lessons I've had to learn in healing
is not letting my own wounds
become someone else's damage
turning the sharp edge of my pain
...away
because emotional injury...
...is something we cannot undo
& apologies don't mend the ache
the scar will always remain
just as mine exist
so too will theirs
& what if...
mine was one strike too many...
...& most valuable...
lessons I've had to learn in healing
is not letting my own wounds
become someone else's damage
turning the sharp edge of my pain
...away
because emotional injury...
...is something we cannot undo
& apologies don't mend the ache
the scar will always remain
just as mine exist
so too will theirs
& what if...
mine was one strike too many...
#confessional
#healing
#honesty #MentalHealth
#honesty #MentalHealth
123 reads
10 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 1:43am
11th Dec 2024 1:43am
energy better invested elsewhere should be...
I wanted it
badly enough
I was willing to fight for it
I let it go
how can battle hold
what love could not
& throwing myself
relentlessly
against the cliffs of desperation
gains me nothing
what does not come willing
never comes at all
I wanted it
badly
so I let it go
badly enough
I was willing to fight for it
I let it go
how can battle hold
what love could not
& throwing myself
relentlessly
against the cliffs of desperation
gains me nothing
what does not come willing
never comes at all
I wanted it
badly
so I let it go
#confessional
#honesty
#love
140 reads
14 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 00:29am
5th Dec 2024 00:29am
it's not my fault you're flammable
He says he loves me
like I'm awe inspiring
and some days the way
he looks at me
makes me want to punch myself
because I don't know how to accept
that level of adoration
and I'm sure I don't deserve it
I'm the instigator of all fights
I have a fire inside me that
once it's done burning me
it will light up anyone
unlucky enough to stand too close
maybe that's what it means
to be unlucky in love
not to be without love
but to love something that burns
Some days I wonder
if I...
like I'm awe inspiring
and some days the way
he looks at me
makes me want to punch myself
because I don't know how to accept
that level of adoration
and I'm sure I don't deserve it
I'm the instigator of all fights
I have a fire inside me that
once it's done burning me
it will light up anyone
unlucky enough to stand too close
maybe that's what it means
to be unlucky in love
not to be without love
but to love something that burns
Some days I wonder
if I...
#confessional
#conflict
#love #lover
#love #lover
132 reads
2 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 2:47pm
3rd Dec 2024 2:47pm
if I can just hold the thought...
my mind has a nasty habit
hassling me
backing me into a corner
taunting
that one small word
guaranteed to see me spiral
...why...
as if there ever was an honest answer
can't be...you know
it's too subjective...ever changing
meant to drive me crazy
right now though...
...I'm not having it
flipping the tables
maybe it isn't that I was too much
...but they weren't enough
couldn't match my incredible frequency
maybe it isn't that I was too little ...
hassling me
backing me into a corner
taunting
that one small word
guaranteed to see me spiral
...why...
as if there ever was an honest answer
can't be...you know
it's too subjective...ever changing
meant to drive me crazy
right now though...
...I'm not having it
flipping the tables
maybe it isn't that I was too much
...but they weren't enough
couldn't match my incredible frequency
maybe it isn't that I was too little ...
#confessional
#SelfWorth
#strength
150 reads
10 Comments
sommerthe1st
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 2:01am
3rd Dec 2024 2:01am
Writing scares me.
Writing scares me.
It gives me shivers,
Typing, thinking of what to say.
Trying to that aching feeling in my chest,
To say it in a way that means something.
Meaning more than a first draft,
As much as something's weight in blood,
Worth more than sweat and tears.
A photographic capture,
A possession of myself,
Working to fulfill this
Outpour of a blurb.
Typed and read,
Submitted and forgotten.
Writing scares me,
Because what if I've gotten it all wrong.
It gives me shivers,
Typing, thinking of what to say.
Trying to that aching feeling in my chest,
To say it in a way that means something.
Meaning more than a first draft,
As much as something's weight in blood,
Worth more than sweat and tears.
A photographic capture,
A possession of myself,
Working to fulfill this
Outpour of a blurb.
Typed and read,
Submitted and forgotten.
Writing scares me,
Because what if I've gotten it all wrong.
#anxiety
#confessional
#confusion #honesty
#confusion #honesty
74 reads
1 Comment
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