Bloom

She walked through the fog and into a garden of dissociative thoughts breathing in deep shades she planted flowers to touch the petals of her pain blooming defiantly in the stillness of his violence and shame

This poem is written by me. If you would like to read the full version click the link below.

Vulnerability saves this world Tears water the dry earth Open hearts offer red bandages To other wounded breasts It shows those who suffer That they are not alone It brings a great support To those who feel lonely

— Mandie Poésie

How consumingly lonely it is to know

That I am the only one who will ever know me

Completely

I am not versed in expressions of the heart

Of my thoughts

It is as if explaining myself,

To explain what makes me the unique clone of a human that I am,

Is unachieveable

Is this a flaw?

Am I cursed to turn the pages of my story

Without the skill and understanding to write the words?

Or without the eloquence to explain that which cannot be captured in words?

Is it even worth it?

That’s the smarter question

Why mull over the complications of explaining

When I can chalk up my existence to be

Unentertaining

Awkward

Boring

A story that is not worth sharing

Authenticity

there is such

beauty

in that honesty

to share one's flaws

shortcomings

and fears

the honesty

that you are trying to

progress past your problems

that you acknowledge them

and are trying the best

you can to overcome them

that you are not perfect

but trying to work on things

towards being the very best you can be

your authenticity is your

strength

your realness is raw

is pure

something nobody can take

away from you

something that just flows

out of you

and that love for

truth

shines from

the depths of your

soul

-J.Wool

All writing belongs to me.

I found a home in the middle of nowhere.

There was nothing but this person.

The person who is now my home.

To all the writers out there,

To the writers who can plan and plot but not write,who can write but not plan or plot. To the writers who can do both, to the dreamers and notes app writers, who write and share and sometimes don't share at all.To those writers who are not writing now- who cannot bring themselves to or cannot anyways.To those who start but cannot finish, who have too many wips, too many unfinished chapters,who can write only some. To those fan fiction writers who take those characters out of books and make them alive - make them immortal. To the writers who write in hopes to share their ideas- to share their dreams. To the fan fiction writers who swirl the words into dreams and nightmares- a reassurance anyway. To all the writers out there.

I love you. I absolutely do.

Your writings are beautiful. They are a solace to an uneasy, drowning mind. Your work brings a dark mind to light, they are an escape from this wretched world. They give me the scarce relief of easiness with reading something I already know but a little bit different, from some mind of someone unique, someone lovely. Your words give some colour to this mundane and terrifying world, a little bit of hope, a pat to the back (even if it something different, especially then) You are a true blessing and I am grateful for you, truly. You pour your heart out on making something to make others happy and you too. Thank you, and I love you, whoever you are- even if I am yet to know you.

Don't you remember the nights under the stars?

Something so surreal

You could tell me a thousand times over

It wasn't fate

And I wouldn't believe you

ballad for the broken

Dare to Write Challenge

writing prompt #3: broken cages

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For the ones that have been shackled Let no one try again For the ones that have been shattered Don't you falter and begin

They may want you out of desire But I remind you of your worth More than gold, silver and diamonds More than all gems made on earth

Don't bring down your standard Don't get less than you deserve Wait for someone to love you With their all plus their reserve

Tear down your walls and shackles Pick the lock and run Abandon your broken cages Then bask within the sun

Let no one ever shackle you Let no one tie you down Let your words, cries and screams echo Let your silence become sound

I flip my feelings 

and lose control

as if

I had made a deal with the devil

🎗

You blame us then you claim us,

deprive and refrain us

then you continue to ask why were disputing - message to the world

Perhaps just maybe if we sundanced, 

wed get another chance

at this romance 

Stirrings

No one knows my heart

I only speak it to a few

It's a cacophony of emotion

Diffused within the color blue

Happiness is a verb for me

Actively pursuing it's light

Wading through my darkest hours

Losing the reason for my fight

Heavy is the burden I carry

Surviving and thriving thru the pain

Uncertainty colors all my days

One way trip to the edge of insane

Grasping at air to pull myself up

Nights alone wishing on a star

Hoping and praying I was right

That my intuition is still on par

Waiting on you to show your hand

Feelings time won't begin to erase

Frustrations fill the hollow void

Melancholy lines etching my face

You're the picture in my mind

You're the feeling I just can't shake

You're the haunting of my soul

With every breath I take

Now you know my heart

All the stirrings of my mind

"No one could make this up"

For you, words are hard to find

that helpless feeling of drowning,

with no control

oh how, soon to be familiar

I cant imagine what would happen if one day 

you were gone.

a feeling so indescribable but comparable, 

a pure chronicle feeling of bareness leaving me wondering

who

exactly i am without you 

Clementine......

I, once befriended a soul

Clementine, was she named

Bruises on her limps, fingers cold

She wore thorn jewels, born defamed

Greener days spent chained

Clementine couldn't be tamed

Walking through silhouettes,

Shadows and shades

Flowing like a river was her hair brunette

She dreamed of light before her haze fades

Trailing the silver line, she met Luna

Mesmerized she kissed the darkness around Luna

Clementine sat with darkness, he called himself solitude

She fell in love, he painted her blue

The bluest morn you could ever see

Ravishing as the sea

It was then that we met,

Wasn't the first time, we both felt

Night was the witness, we walked the same path

Singing lullabies, reciting Sylvia Plath

They called us lost,

We swore it was wanderlust

Wanderer by birth, wonderer by fate

Words couldn't comprehend or translate

The symphony our heart played

We danced to it instead

Reaching the threshold of life

Destined to be unhinged,

We parted with a sweet smile

With the wind I flew,

The only way I knew

Still, on lonely nights

My refuge, my Clementine

Is where my soul reside........

“All the street lights say never mind never mind

And the canyon lines say never mind

Sunset says we see this all the time, never mind, never mind”

-John Mayer