bellemoon99

[bellemoon99]

Did I just lure my cat into my room with food so she cuddles with me? Yes, yes I did.

No regrets, her cuddles are great.

#catsofinstagram #catlover #cats of tumblr #catmom #cat mother #cat loves its hooman

[bellemoon99]

*SPOILER ALERT PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED THE SERIES*

Arthur: I will tell you something I've never have before...thank you.

Me: eh, sire? You have said that, but you have never said I love you.

Arthur: oh, yes, that's what I meant. Thank you random stranger with weird clothes.

Me: my job here is done. Wait, if I could do this...why didn't I save him?!

#the adventures of merlin #bbc merlin #prince arthur #arthur pendragon #merthur #my writing

[bellemoon99]

So, I just finished The Adventures of Merlin, and I will just curl up in a corner...cry...and thank the gods of good series because I didn't get a spoiler before I finished. They are cruel, but just.

*bawling my eyes out*

#the adventures of merlin

[bellemoon99]

She was born from the snow, but her heart is warm.

Don't be afraid of her horns; she means no harm.

She guides the lost souls of the mountains,

and shares her warmth to those who are kissed by the dark angel.

#drawing #oc art #poets on tumblr #my words #poets corner #art #artists on tumblr #my writing #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #amwriting #authors #wattpad #author #writer #writing #writersofig #writeaway

[bellemoon99]

You want me to write beautiful poems, a gorgeous imagery that might pull the strings of your heart. Fiddling with them to get a sublime melody. Alas, I tried. I tried to be beautiful, to be subtle, to paint the celestial bodies for you.

That brush broke, the paint went stale, and the canvass is a gory sight. Yes, the starry vault above pities my findings. They pity my glistening tears, adorning this macabre composition.

Write about hope, write about love, inspire the masses to move past their fears. Oh, I did try to lead them to paradise...and launched myself to the pits of hell itself. The flames lick my flesh, but I won't make a sound. My screams turned silent, as the cold burns my heart.

Inspirational, sparkles and pastel tones. I'm not that, not at all. I'm lost, the darkness engulfed me. My songs are just minor chords, weeping on an old pianoforte. Please, do not pity me. That's not what I came for. I grant you this black rose, and remind you...life always comes with its thorns. Embrace the life liquid it prickled out, embrace the shadows and the cries at night...embrace it all. Or your admiration of perfection, will be your fall.

#poets on tumblr #my words #poetry #goth #spilled poetry #poem #poets corner #poetsofig #poetsandwriters #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writer #my writing #writing #gothic #author #authors #rose #black rose #sad thoughts #sadnees

[bellemoon99]

My tears are stinging my eyes, I try to wipe them but the burning sensation lingers. I try to smile to my loved ones, stay calm...there's nothing wrong with me, I'm alright. The pain in my left eye gets stronger by the second, am I crying acid or maybe my sour thoughts have became tears?

   A thousand apologies got stuck in my throat, they turn into tiny blades cutting off my voice. I was left alone for my ears to bleed with this shrieking silence. Kind hands offer me to climb up from this hole, I want to take them but they seem to fade out of grasp as soon as I reach to touch their welcoming palms.

   My head is pounding, my thoughts seem to be hammering with spikes into my skull. My stomach seems to be trying to wash down the blood of my words with acid which eventually ends up burning it whole.

    The urge of weeping clings to my chest like hooks and thorns, my fingers trace the thousand holes that are now left in my aching soul. I swear my smile was honest, I swear I was better, so why is it now that a crimson river overflows between my digits? 

   Hope is still fluttering within my scarred heart, love and light still bathe it's delicate wings as it flies caged within a maze of emotions. My flame is still burning, my volition to battle is still churning within...please don't let me go. Please...just hope with me this isn't the end of the tight rope.

#poets on tumblr #my words #writing #my writing #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #authors #poetry #poets corner #poem #spilled poetry #poetsofig #words of mine #writer

[bellemoon99]

There was a time when I wasn't afraid of letting my words flow, when I would allow myself to fall into a trance guided by my own bubbling emotions. Now, I stare at the screen, at the keyboard. Uncertain, doubtful.

   Why is it that I can't yell or scream anymore? My lips are sealed and my voice is never to be heard again.

   My eyes well up but the tears won't drop, oh, no they won't. Must it be beautiful? Can't it just be honest? Honestly, brute, careless. I'm a mess, that's all I am. All I've ever been! A mess.

   I can't bring myself to write about you, about how you unarm me with just a tender glance and a whisper.  "My love" you say, so sweet, so tender, I can't look away.

    Why? Why Why? I'm only but a mess. Someone who forgot how to write, how to express, and was all too interested in how to impress...so, are you? Impressed? To see my art of tangled words on a screen...a mess, simply a mess.

#poets on tumblr #poets corner #poetry #my words #poem #spilled poetry #poetsofig #poetic #poetsandwriters #author #authors

[bellemoon99]

A writer is a writer before the connections and the

handshakes and the pre-planned interviews.

Before the standing ovations of fancy suits who

know better than you. Before the numbers and

widely agreed upon reviews.

Before the “follows'' and the “likes” from the

‘framed-liberal-arts-degree’ types.

Genius is what you have after the fact. Tall is what

you are when they put you on their pedestal, give

you something shiny to hang on your wall.

KTB

[bellemoon99]

Sometimes we feel super guilty for not being able to help someone that suffers from mental health issues, but the truth is? You're not an ambulance. You're not supposed to save everyone.

When someone is drowning? Unless you're trained for it, you're not supposed to try and save that person or you could both drown together. In order to help someone you need to be safe first. Then you call the people who can actually help them. Right?

Mental health works the same. Don't jump into the fire, don't feel like you MUST be the hero. Make sure you're safe, let them know what you're capable of doing or not right now, and ask them to get professional help if they can.

As en Empath I understand what it feels like, but as someone with a terrible mental health...I know I can't risk someone else because of me. I need professionals. Even my partner needs a break sometimes, and that's OK. I know they care.

Take care of yourself, alright? You deserve it. Believe it.

#mental health #mental heath support #mental illness #kindness #empathy

[bellemoon99]

Hello, everyone! I can't possibly explain who I am because I'm not 100% sure of that myself, but I will say a few labels and tags I identify with and we'll work from there.

I'm an #author, an #artist , a #dancer, a #mentalhealth advocate, a crazy #cat lady, a #singer, a #pianist, a #witch, an #Atheist, a #Buddhist, and a lover of learning. However, these are just tags and labels I use to try and feel like I belong to something bigger than myself. They don't truly define me. I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, depression, chronic pain illness, and I'm almost sure I'm Autistic...again, none of those things define me either. I'm also bisexual despite me not feeling comfortable in the LGBT community anymore.

We work so hard to define ourselves, to understand who we are and what we're meant to do. I just know I have a kind heart and wish to help others, that I have dreams and goals to fight fore, and that I'm human despite many times acting like a cat. I'm trying my best, and so are you. I'm proud of you.

Nice to meet you, Lovely Soul Drop.

#kindness #poets on tumblr #my words #poets corner #introducing myself #author #authencity #mental health #writing