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briarslight · 5 months
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Eidolon
My father told me to not believe in ghosts, and for the longest time I brushed off the bumps and jumps in the night. I told myself that, to be brave, one must have faith in a holy being above, but I forgot the reality of that one-sided love. Many years after my father's death, I rested my head on pillows filled with lead; a bullet for each letter of my name. A hope that they'll stay unspent remains in someone else's heart, and yet they are chambered.
But what my father didn't tell me is that ghosts are real; they are the phantom dreams of everyone that has left me for somewhere between heaven and hell, for somewhere far away yet so close, for somewhere outside of my grasp, just beyond the fingertips of outstretched hands. They haunt in the night, leaving their shadows stained on my walls. They stalk through the day, screaming their fidelis for a god that abandoned them.
My father told me not to believe in ghosts, but he is the apparition that won't leave this plane of existence.
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briarslight · 5 months
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“It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.”
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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forgive and forget
move on
with your life, they've
done it already, so
why can't you let it go?
they've already forgiven
themselves for their sins
no god needed — they're
their own goddesses.
they've already forgotten
the pain i have been in
well — it didn't hurt
that much, did it?
they've already moved on
as if they had anything
to move on from in the
first place — yes, i'm
the one who's stuck five
years back from now
and it's my fault for
being an 'easy target'
it's my fault i can't
forgive and forget, well
i refuse to forgive
i won't ever forget
i might move on
but i'll never let it go.
—forgive and forget. | @briarslight
from 'beyond the thorns and brambles'
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briarslight · 5 months
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every girl i know dreams about you
their stolen glances
your unattainable touch
collectively fantasized kisses
as if there's a divine force
pushing them — making
them gravitate towards you
i would never admit how
i'm just like them
leaning over just a little too close
for it to appear as purely platonic
just so i could smell the lingering
scent of musk from your
cascading dark hair
or how i picture the creators
blessing the tan of your
skin — i heard them call it
sunkissed
and you're here with me
where no one can see
us — in my room
i'm giving you my clandestine glances
you're touching me with such vigour
we're getting closer, our lips
almost touching
so i guess i don't ever need to
nor do i want to
know that your heart is miles away
and i could never break down
those walls you put up
— collective fantasy | @briarslight
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briarslight · 5 months
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she thought she knew everything
at fourteen, the age
when it all began crashing down —
worlds were shaken, hearts were broken
because at fourteen —
boys and girls
across many seas
wanted her to be their lover
and she believed
every word they said to her
she saw the good in everyone
but not the bad, she still does
foolish girl, she never learns
she just trusts — she just loves —
now she admits that
she doesn't know everything
at seventeen, the age
when teenage romances should have began —
and at seventeen —
she's been through boys and girls
that lies and cheats
and swore that they were true
and she still believes
every word they say to her
she saw the good in everyone
but not the bad, she still does
foolish girl, she never learns
she just trusts — she just loves —
— only fourteen. | @briarslight
from "beneath the thorns and brambles"
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briarslight · 6 months
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“You think attention is love, and that’s why you suffer so deeply.”
— Unknown
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Virginia Woolf, from The Waves
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Zaina Alsous, “Leave”
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when the last autumn leaf leaves the branches —
they told me it will be time
for my metamorphosis,
my rite of passage —
i bury the last traces of us —
erasing you — august —
you said you were through
and i used to be blind to the reason why
until the first days of fall —
leaves falling
down
like the
shattered
pieces
of my
heart
and that was when i knew —
the loss of us, the loss of you
was inevitable as summer
slowly melting away — slipping by —
you were an ephemeral illusion in my life —
october ended, and my youth did too
but regret and longing will forever stay —
and the pain will eternally remain
i know, it's time
for my metamorphosis —
my empty, comforting chrysalis —
i have to leave my cage of freedom
and it's all in the name of love
i have to abandon the right to simply be happy
and it's all in the name of adulthood
— this is my metamorphosis. | @briarslight
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briarslight · 6 months
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girlhood is beautiful, they say
but haven't they heard about
how pain is beauty?
for me, girlhood is pain
girlhood is getting laughed at
for not being conventionally girlish,
feeling numb, or being depressed —
what happened to being a girls' girl?
all i got was alienation and invalidation
i never fit in.
believe me, i tried to —
i hopped onto the latest trends,
took aesthetic pictures like they did,
and hid my melancholy from the world
yet they saw me as a wannabe,
a failure of femininity,
a disgrace of a girl —
youth is precious, but girlhood is pain.
— girlhood is pain. | @briarslight
from "beyond the thorns and brambles"
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briarslight · 6 months
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in a world of fives she's the only one —
the only one that's impossible to resist.
she must have been twice blessed by napaian apollo's kiss —
with her slightly tanned smooth skin — a smile rivaling eos, lighting up the morning skies — thalassa's coral shames at the sight of her coral lips —
for every step she strides she walks with pride, the most gorgeous lioness, radiating charismatic vitality —
she's a queen, with an unreplicable majesty
that's bold and blinding, akin to thrace's ares —
and yet — i expected nothing less from my dearest lady
with dark eyes that shine and leo as her rising sun —
and now i see — other than me, my divine mistress aphrodite has blessed none —
for in a world of fives, i am her chosen one.
— she's the only one. | @briarslight
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briarslight · 6 months
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“Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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“I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.”
— John Keats
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