...help?

 

Is this considered baiting? I think it's baiting. I probably ought to be sorry.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Cat. Why.

 I don't think this is a poem.  And I'm pretending that the accidental rhyming doesn't bother me.  And that I don't feel like I need to go back and make the whole thing rhyme now.

How's everybody else's day going?  Anybody know how to get a cat off a roof?  Do I need to put on a poodle skirt and petticoat, pick up my heavyass handset landline phone and call some firemen from 1952?  Is that a thing?

~•fate•~

 

This went in a completely different direction than I was expecting, but, um....yeah. 😐🤷

Inspired by the @antipoetic.revolution phrase prompt:

"Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well." 

–Sylvia Plath

more (time)

 

Today is (would have been? I never know how to phrase that..) my mom's birthday. And I'm giving myself permission to be sad, or nostalgic, or whatever it is that I need to feel. Do me a favor, if you're reading this, do something good for yourself today? Anything. Just something you really enjoy.

•things that I had almost forgotten•

 

This is....softer...than I feel on most days lately, and I don't think it is quite what this prompt was going for. But the Universe is speaking in interesting ways of late, and I think I needed the reminder.

For the prompt "sticks and stones" from @warriorsquill on instagram

Why

 

.

 

burn

 

Two things:  1. Apparently drunk and relatively happy-ish Mel does not write depressed poetry aaaand 2. I reaallly wanna make a 'bringing in the new year with a bang' joke....but I'm not gonna.  Cuz, uhmm, propriety or some such nonsense? ???  Bonus thing 3. Thank all the gods for spellcheck, cuz #drunkMelisstilldrunk

[muuuuch later edit from sober Mel: un-typoed version below⤵]

•burn•

i'm sinking into this bottle and
feeling like i remember who i am
like the girl i grew to...almost love
finally swallowed up this maudlin woman
who won't get out of my skin
am i, am i burning bridges?
i might be, but the flames are so enthralling
can i blame their beauty?
because i want
i want to set fire to your words
this blistering heat on the tip of my tongue
will you drown me in molten warmth?
i want to bathe in the smouldering ash
engulf me flames,
...please?
i need to trace the lines of soot
as it frames these bodies like
the most delicate heirloom lace
it's the only lingerie i want to wear
remind me, remind me again
why we shouldn't burn?

•block•

 

The writer is blocked. The writer decides to write about being blocked. The writer's brain does not enjoy having it's hand forced and retaliates. Where do we go from here?

(Honest to gods, I'm fine.  I'm just having a strange week.  Can I blame the continuing proximity to xmas?  I'm going to, regardless of how you answer, FYI.)

giving in to compulsion

 

I spent a lot of the day yesterday thinking that I probably ought to just stop posting, stop writing, just stop, until at least after the holidays. This isolated existence and the chaos in my brain don't mesh well with how December makes me feel.  ....I don't know how to end this comment, caption, thing, because I'm incredibly conflicted and writing this piece definitely did not help. Good idea, bad idea, no ideas, idk.

•affinity•

 

The poet is aware that "awkwardest" is not a word.  She mostly does not care.  She is also aware that only being able to refer to herself as a poet while speaking in the semi-loathed third person is something of An Issue.  (I'm working on it.  .....okay I'm actually not, but it's on the Self-Improvement list, I swear).

I think I make my therapist nervous...

 ...and that isn't helping with my anxiety.

okay, fucking ow

This piece just exploded out of me, and real talk?  I hate it.  I do not like it.  I didn't want to write it.  I didn't want to post it.  I am not happy that it exists.  But I made a promise to myself in this last year, that I was gonna be completely honest about my mental health struggles in my writing.  So, here it is.

•magic•

Things I am bad at:
•elfchen (because I WILL USE ALL THE WORDS THAT I WANT, I WANT, THANK YOU #fightme)
•rhyming poetry
•successfully arguing when the words & my brain gang up on me

So, uh, enjoy?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

lick

I don't know what the hell this is, but I probably ought to stop following nasa.  Or follow them more...somehow? ???

Spells of Sea Salt

Huh?

•rejection of treachery•

i want to believe

Written for a challenge, this isn't really what I meant to write, and I don't know that it's actually finished.  But it's done for now, and that seems somehow fitting.

•adrift•

•phobia•