nascenti don’t remember the first breath of airnascent by MisfitableGrae
these lungs took in. i can’t recall
the way it burned through my body, leaving a
trail of embers and lightning and ozone and
life. i imagine i cried.
but since then i have learned that sometimes
to begin to exist you have to burn all the old out of you.
let me tell you, i have never hated you more than i did today.
and i have never understood you more either:
you are not a boy who is running from something
he finds he doesn’t believe in anymore.
you are a boy who is turning into a man much faster
than he ever imagined, who knows he has to leave
but doesn’t know how to do it fast enough
for the pain to be minimized.
don’t go slow. don’t be afraid anymore, don’t be afraid at all.
don’t be sad, either. smile again, maybe. a lot. build
yourself a new smile no one has ever seen before,
out of all the stupid shit that has ever made you cry.
don’t lose your honesty or your faith or the selfish
Stop Romanticizing Poets 2K14This is how I write my poems:Stop Romanticizing Poets 2K14 by MisfitableGrae
You’re blonde and you have blue eyes.
You’re the perfect subject for my next great hit,
a long rambling epic or a two page sonnet
which would start by comparing your hair
to rays of the sun and your eyes to the ocean
at daybreak. Even if you’re more of a dishwater blonde
than sun-colored, and your eyes are less ocean and
more sky, I swear I write this poem and think
vaguely of you.
But here is a secret: I’m not writing a poem about you.
I’m writing a poem about the idea of you.
And I don’t know if it will be a love poem or
a break-up poem or a “please don’t go home and
commit suicide” poem or one of those
heartbreakingly honest poems that feels like
you put your pencil on paper and bled.
I don’t write poems like that often.
No poet does, not really,
we write poems about you and your blue eyes
because we don’t like how bleeding feels,
and it is much safer for us to pretend to fall in l
i don't have a dog1. i get up at ten.i don't have a dog by MisfitableGrae
this is an accomplishment.
by eleven, i’m awake enough to miss you.
to be honest, that part never goes away—
but eleven is when the typewriter grows fangs
and threatens to swallow everything i am
if i don’t put a name to the feeling. even the dog’s
tail does not wag. he keeps watching the door.
he will not even touch his food until the sun has
set as deep as possible. he is giving you every
chance to come back.
i try to tell him there’s no use,
that you will never come back.
but dogs don’t understand things like that,
don’t believe in the concept of ‘never come back’.
they believe in the sound of a key turning a lock
and the inevitable stomping of feet on the welcome mat
no matter how many times they’ve heard
the car engine start and the crunch of gravel as it pulls away.
2. this must be what missing you feels like.
i have lived lifetimes in the minutes i keep breathing.
i keep breathing. this is an accompl
for magdalenei think i’ve figured out the reason you’re sad all the time.for magdalene by MisfitableGrae
it has something to do with your mess of a tongue, bitten through
and scarred from the times you’ve tried to hold your words inside.
stop doing that. let them out,
they’re not worth the blood in your mouth.
neither is your parents. and i’m not going to try
and tell you that they’ll understand one day
because some moms and dads never will.
but you’re always gonna have a skyline, you’re
always gonna have something to look forward to.
believe me, the world never ends.
not even on the days you want it to.
not even on the days when you’re looking
for gods in the weirdest places, like the broken
spine of the book you’ve read thirty-four times,
the front seat of your brother’s truck, the gap growing
between your niece’s front teeth, and all the other things
you find holy.
the world doesn’t end; and for that matter, neither do you.
the only thing i learned
|I've decided recently that I need to delete most of the old stuff on here. I'm probably not, but if you want to read poetrythen ignore all old stuff.|
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My deviantART StoryIt’s deviantArt’s 14th birthday! As part of the birthday celebration activity, here is my journal summarizing my experience as a deviant. I chose deviations from my gallery that mark significant points in my journey as a deviant, although it was a bit hard to choose just five.My deviantART Story by iMariposa
Although being able to share artwork, ideas, and experiences here has been great, the best part of it has been all of the people that I’ve met. It’s been awesome meeting all of my watchers, watchees, and friends, helping and being helped, and just generally assimilating into the community. It’s really great when dA becomes like a neighbourhood for you, when you can explore groups and pages, and recognize deviants’ IDs like you would their actual faces. The feeling of belonging here is truly amazing. In addition, the exposure to so many different types of artwork, some which I never knew existed, has inspired me to broaden my proficiency beyond just writing. Because of th
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyThe Girl Who Was Afraid To Be by UntamedUnwanted
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
her beautiful words
and telling her to
keep it down,
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
Features 2.0Its been a long time since I've been on dA. I've been ill, busy, then ill again, then short on cash, and finally ill once more, just in time summer. Thankfully I finally have a month off. Its time to take a nice deep breath, and enjoy the sunshine, do some writing...and enjoy these beautiful works down below.Features 2.0 by UntamedUnwanted
Thank you guys for being so wonderful.
I misspelled our love, and that's where we went... by Nullibicitythe definition of danger by Lissomer
Paper Towns by FlickeringCandleweighted down by MisfitableGraeIn Time by hypermagicalLost and Found by BathroomStallStories
Overwhelmed (with gratitude)Yesterday I logged on to nearly two hundred feedback messages. Needless to say I was shocked and more than a little confused. I thought maybe I had gotten another feature of some sort.Overwhelmed (with gratitude) by alternativemeanings
I never thought it would be a Daily Deviation.
Ever since I started on dA I've seen friends and many people I admire get DDs and I was always so proud, and a little jealous. I honestly never expected one of my pieces to be chosen for a Daily Deviation so when I opened my messages to find that waiting for me... well I got pretty emotional. Which is why I didn't make this journal post yesterday.
I just want to take a second and thank some of the amazing people on this site, who inspire me everyday and, without even knowing, have helped me find my words again when I thought they were lost for good.
First and foremost the two incredible people who suggested my piece for the DD, chromeantennae and IrrevocableFate
Thank you both so much for believing that I was worthy of this, that my writing was wor
I hate talking about myself for any length of time. My favorite part of the summer is the fireflies. My mother doesn't understand why I like the rain so much, but let's just put that on the ever-growing list of things my mother doesn't understand about me. I don't know what to do about that. I do this weird thing where I don't reply to comments and don't tell everyone that follows me that I love them but I love them and on Bad Days, I reread the comments and look at my watchers and I smile and fall a little bit more in love with humanity in general. I'm allergic to every nut but peanuts. I am a horrible human being. But some days I can convince myself that that doesn't necessarily mean I'm not a good person.|