#broken world

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

Never let a broken world

Tell you that you are

Broken

#my writing #poetry #poem #creative writing #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #quick write #inspiration #affirmations #broken world #no broken souls

[gravity-rainbow]

the joy of being alive in a broken world Akari

#akari #alive #broken world #haiku

[slowandsweet]

It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.

Mary Oliver, “Invitation,” A Thousand Mornings (New York: Penguin Books, 2013

#psychoanalysis #psychotherapy #clinical psychology #ask for help #broken world #a thousand mornings #mary oliver #poetry #awakening #depression

[turanga4]

<no fanfic today real life is too argh. lil baby teacher turanga is one of 3000 educators on strike right now in an attempt to get a fair contract that also includes things like mental health support for kids. it's a new exciting time in the labor movement, called 'common good bargaining,' and...my district is shit at it and it's not going well>

Another morning on the picket line, outside my school. I learn a little more about the teachers I’m blessed to teach with, do some email advocacy for upcoming students. It is colder outside than any of us expected: my principal crosses the line to sell me a school hoodie.

A second grade teacher has a butterfly habitat in a little mesh frame, set outside the gate. Kids who have come to the line with their families take a look and she explains things, in English and Spanish. We discuss the upcoming School Board meeting…until the Board cancels the meeting. Then we discuss how we’re gonna show up anyway, gonna rally at the meeting site because it is simply unfathomable to have NOTHING there.

When morning picket’s over, we thank the neighbor for the blankets she leant us and I drive to the Peet’s parking lot, to get a coffee and charge my phone a little bit before my daily little shift at the Solidarity/Strike School.

And I’m scanning through my What’s App messages, sipping my vanilla latte, when a man sits down at the table next to me. Dispassionately, eyes on the floor, he begins reciting a story that he’s telling to himself, about how tonight, he'll commit suicide.

I look around me. There’s one man frozen at the counter, looking at the man who is speaking next to me. That man’s expression tells me, I’m hearing this right.

I’m sipping a latte and closing What’s App and messaging the strike school that I’ll be a bit late. My phone is up to 60% and I’m using it to text my friend from Berkeley Free Clinic and ask him what the fuck I should do next. Hello hello there is a suicidal person sitting next to me in Oakland who can I contact other than the police?

The man is detached and slow enough, I am well enough into crisis mode, that I’m able to have a whole-ass text and google search and email exchange under the table while I simultaneously hold down a conversation with him. It all tumbles out and I don’t remember all of it, but yes, he’s suicidal. “Inside my heart is a terrible place,” he tells me. “I have a demon inside of my soul.” He is lucid, and not. But the thing he says, again and again, is, “I don’t know who can help me, but I think I need help.” His eyes glaze a bit, he looks down at the floor again, and I go up to the man who is standing at the counter. He asks me, “are you calling 911?” I shake my head, because the friend that I’ve been texting with helped me LAST time when the cop thing wasn’t great.

The man stands, walks out of the cafe. I follow him; my friend’s got me directly connected now to a volunteer from Oakland’s MH First program. Behind the scenes, she activates a support thread: the man sees me, thanks me for listening, apologizes for bothering me. I tell him, “You said you think you need help. I am here because I think I may know people who can help you. I’m not going to leave until they come. They’re not cops.”

Message from dispatcher: ten minutes away.

The man sits and talks fragments about cops and people and hurting and helping, repeats the things about the demon, says again that he needs help. Says, “people haven’t helped me, before. You’re the first.” I think of the man who watched, frozen at the counter. I think of all the help my colleagues are fighting to get for all of our kids. I think, dammit, I don’t know if THESE people can help either, but at least they’re not a cop and at least I’ve done this much.

“You deserve to be helped. You deserve to be listened to. I’m here because I want you to have what you deserve. I’m one person. There are others. You don’t have to deal with the demons by yourself.”

Then I tell him, “I know what it’s like to need help. I’m not saying it’s the same, but I’ve needed help, myself.”

He fixes me with a stare more direct and intense than any of the looks that he’s given me so far. “You know, then, what the world is like?”

It takes me awhile to figure out how to answer that. “I think I know some of it. I know that the world is full of very hard things, but it has good things, too, and you deserve those things. I know that the world is a place that can get better.”

The fixed look again. “What if it doesn’t?”

And there—right there—is the thing that I’ve been fighting. All week, through this strike. All my life, in other ways.

Eye contact is a thing that I will never find easy, but I try.

“I can’t lie to you. I don’t know what happens then. All I know is, we’re not there yet.”

The van pulls up, and the man stays seated, passive, on the curb while I move back to talk to the unit. I introduce the man to my new friend, Keith, and step back to let them talk. As I move away, another member of the unit reaches out to shake my hand. Gestures to my union shirt, says, “I know why you are striking.”

I nod. I thank him. I tell him, “yeah. Pretty much for THIS.”

And then I cry in the hills above Dimond Park for ten minutes, before heading down to the picnic tables to help out at the strike school.

#real life #common good #broken world #we do what we can

[dead-girl-screaming]

#chat #chatverlauf #gebrochen #gebrochenes herz #vertrauen gebrochen #broken world #broken #brokenheart #einsam #einsamkeit #gefühle #allein #trauer #schmerz #verloren #eigenes #tumbr

[satokoeffect]

聡子 ⛩️ VIBES

Something beautiful is coming. - SVTOKO

[Personal work. Please feel free to share]

#cyberpunk #SVTOKO #satokoeffect #Tokyo #Japan #japanese #Futurism #futuristic #robots #Neo Tokyo #Japanese Cyberpunk #Cyber #cyberworld #dystopia #broken world

[dramoor]

~RIP Naomi Judd~

(Image via nrdc.org)

#Naomi Judd #RIP #life and death #broken world #depression

[the-football-chick]

“It is a serious thing – just to be alive – on this fresh morning – in this broken world.”

~~Mary Oliver

#broken world

[jayleysworld]

And if you ever foolishly think that my love for you isn't real,

I will shower you with love poems,

Until you feel it flowing through your veins.

#books #literature #authors #quotes #love #life #life quotes #poetry #wattpad #sad poetry #hurt #hurting #love quotes #lovers #love poem #broken #broken world #love peoms #poetscommunity #poetsandwriters #writing #writerslife #female writers #writers on tumblr

[warmwriglisoysaucepackfmbtmofbag]

Quoting my pronouns like credentials I didn't earn

Iike a badge of shame claiming the privilege I got by being born

If I found a way to light all my ease on fire

I wonder how bright would it burn?

How many silly new rules can I follow?

How policed and fenced in can I make myself?

But most of all

Can this distract me long enough to forget

The pain death and devastation in the world?

To forget that the pronouns after my name

Will never wash away

All this shit

#writing by coriander #cis guilt #broken world #white guilt #straight guilt but im bi #middle class guilt #never had to go hungry guilt #never had to fear homelessness guilt

[trashpandasquotes]

The world breaks everyone, and afterwards, some are strong at the broken places.

Ernest Hemingway

#ernest hemingway #quote #Ernest Hemingway quote #novelist #broken people #broken world

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

Silent songs sung on mute

Echo loudly and enroot

Silent passions of forbidden fruit

Promising to end all worldly disputes

But seedless and hollow they pollute

And lead us to misguided pursuits

Worshiping supposed power absolute

Ensuring our hearts remain irresolute

#my writing #poetry #poem #broken world #anti war #anti capitalism #anti capitalist #anti imperialism #creative writing #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #quick write

[unimatrix-420]

"Broken World" by Beatriz Martin Vidal

#art #deviantart #healing planet #mother earth #surreal art #surrealism #broken world #watercolor #watercolor art #gouache #gouache painting #beatriz martin vidal

[2mgklona]

He will never love me.

#broken heart #broken world

[ronk]

#mary oliver #morning #broken world

[firstfullmoon]

If you persevere, in time you will have an entirely different problem – not that life is meaningless, but rather that life has almost too much meaning. As the scales fall from your eyes the world rushes into focus, presenting itself with a kind of vibrational eloquence that can, at first, be almost overwhelming. Everything shimmers, everything clarifies, everything wrestles for your attention. Trees feel super-real, their roots plunged into the earth, their branches stretching to the sky, birds are flesh and blood souls, fragile with life, the sky unfolds and rolls, the ocean crashes, people fascinate, books are beautiful, children are whirling dynamos of chaos, dogs bark and cats meow, flowers shout, your neighbour glows, and God runs like a helix through all things. The world awaits you, humming with meaning. You are alive with potential. You are not dead.

— Nick Cave on getting clean, Red Hand Files #258

#w #letters #nick cave #it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world