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writelikefools2021 · 29 days ago
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What do you do when - Lauren Wachenfeld - day 17
When the passion lays dormant and bold red turns to pallid blue, how do you occupy the space and where do you run to?
When your hands become idle and your feet stay in place and your breathing turns slow, do you try to hide your face?
When the words stick like glue caught right behind your tongue do they scrape against your throat, echoes of songs never sung?
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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Restless - Lauren Wachenfeld - day 15
Restless to sleep yet restless to dream want to go so far away I don’t recognize me.
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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The End of a Day - Lauren Wachenfeld - day 13
I stared at my toes and the water that circled the drain as it splashed between them.
I watched my thoughts slip down my body into the cascade of rivulets disappearing through the floor.
I hovered in paralysis half dreaming half nothing - is this the measure of a day? is this the culmination?
I wrung my hands tactile grip on textured palms beneath the punching water just to know that this was real.
I stepped out of the shower - I am clean. Tomorrow is new. Tomorrow is same.
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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Song of My Body - Lauren Wachenfeld - day 10
Betrayal in the first degree, with waterfall veins and hummingbird heart the knocking on the door an excruciatingly bright explosion of aura behind fluttering eyes threatening to shut like the garage door.
Miniature earthquakes in the rhythm of my fingertips shaking to a melody no one else hears and cannot settle down the cadence of my skin erratically increasing an unwanted crescendo.
Breath more like crested waves breaking on the shore wildly and haphazardly choking in the salt waiting for the moment when my incapacitated lungs will turn to bulbous balloons and reverently rise, rise.
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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June, 1953 - Lauren Wachenfeld - day 7
That summer day was so hot butter could melt on the sidewalk. The rubber of the tires of that old Chevy turned to glaze on the warm asphalt with every mile. The sputtering became the backbone to the crooning of the radio until the car trickled to a stop. The car, bright red, flashy, chipped paint, unreliable. Her, amber curls caressing cheekbones, floral dress whipping in the breeze, brow furrowed.
At the office five miles down the road, he is sitting in the worn leather that hugs his body, inhaling the vapors of the sludge from the coffee machine, grey blue eyes scanning the yellowed papers. The boss walks in, straightens his tie, his newsboy hat tips slightly off to the side.
“My secretary’s car broke down a couple miles down the road. Go get her.”
His shirt sticks to his back with sweat, his eyes squinting at the kaleidoscope of flowers on the horizon. She is rose, carnation, hyacinth, marigold, azalea, daisy. She spins into focus, his chest is doused in cool water. This is the start of
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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Process - Lauren Wachenfeld - day 6
Things were hard this morning when I woke up They will be hard when my head hits the pillow
I will wish I could form better words, melodies To describe the vibrant or dull paintings in my brain
I will wish that I could just write it just feel it Without the hands of doubt gripping my arteries
Black spindly fingers tracing my veins Stopping the pen to paper motion that once was so smooth
Things are hard still at dusk when the air turns to smoke Matching the shade of the grip on my heart
Hard like the dried ink that reluctantly sprays out on the forgotten page; A little bit easier with every stroke, brain learning to engage.
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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Sunny Sunday - Lauren Wachenfeld - day 4
Sunny Sunday stands on my porch cracked feet on the rough wood panels I desperately need to power wash She glows against the frame like a memory encased in the sky I want to touch her softly with the tips of my fingers but my arm is deadweight and solemn stillness She burns in my eyes and the grass behind pricks like emerald needles She is golden, I am still.
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writelikefools · 2 years ago
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Little deaths - Lauren Wachenfeld
Little deaths between my sheets we were dying before we knew what it means curling my fears underneath your feet who would’ve thought surrender was so sweet
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writelikefools · 2 years ago
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Verse - Lauren Wachenfeld
Perfection is something that I’ve wrestled with This two way mirror reflecting what’s inside myself Still I go back sometimes to before we met Still have to reconcile who I am with where I’ve been
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writelikefools · 2 years ago
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Verge - Lauren Wachenfeld
simmering right below
            feet are almost lifted from the bubbles
      threatening to               BURST
but never quite breaking that feeling
                that                                        feeling
      i think it is there                    (where)
but im never quite sure
      because it never quite breaks
               i wait for that echo of the
                                                                   POP!
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writelikefools · 2 years ago
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Silence:Noise - Lauren Wachenfeld
You are closing the silence
           In between
   Satin sheets
Bridging the hybrid
            Of nostalgic and unique
      Reverberating sound
And around       And around
              Gap of unspoken
    My breathbeat to keep
And linger      And linger             And linger
       White noise
  Emphatic static
You are closing the silence.
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writelikefools · 2 years ago
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Questions - Lauren Wachenfeld
If I forget am I forgotten?
If I let you go did I go too?
I can’t wake up without feeling asleep
If I throw away the letters did mine meet the trash too?
My day starts when yours ends
If my heart breaks did yours too?
If I stand still are you moving?
If I move on are you stuck?
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writelikefools · 2 years ago
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Self Care - Lauren Wachenfeld
When your brain is boiled and melting do you make it stay in the sun or do you paint a field of shady trees and daffodils under which to come?
When the fuzzy outside shakes the inside so hard it hardly stands do you just wave off the earthquake or do you calm it with your hands?
Do you strike your stature straight always in fear of breaking down or do you bend to the more delicate things and curve your spine unbound?
Do you beat your temples blue making a rhythm to obey or do you let the sound flow where it wants over and under each day?
I used to walk my head on a leash and wonder how it got away when I found that caring for its needs was all it needed to stay.
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writelikefools · 2 years ago
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Invisible - Lauren Wachenfeld
Blonde icicles in front of your face you’re not saying my name eyes flicker like licks of fire around my features but never at them - won’t say my name lest your lips be tricked by the Devil but you never falter not even once because to you what am i but cold weather - an absence of something an empty cookie jar where you used to stuff your face with dreams for your girl - she is my girl now and you won’t say it and you won’t say my name but we exist nonetheless.
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writelikefools · 2 years ago
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spins - Lauren Wachenfeld
when everything is spinning / what do letters look like to you / are they giant elephants wrapping trunks around trees / are they balloon animals floating in the breeze / are they the space between coherent thoughts / and / comprehensible linguistics / when everything is spinning / do you sort out the ideas / into neat little boxes / compartmentalized into / be-do-think / is it spinning in your brain / too / do you remember the tilt-a-whirl from 2nd grade / do you remember the bottom dropping out / and the scuffs on your shoes / from trying to find traction / on an invisible wall / did your ears ever gain equilibrium again / or / do you walk around like me / not knowing if you are sideways / or not?
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writelikefools · 2 years ago
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Misinterpretations - Lauren Wachenfeld
It rained on the day I met you. Should’ve taken it as a warning But I took it as romance And I danced in it Brisk droplets tapering out The golden hour that framed Our frames in beginnings.
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writelikefools · 2 years ago
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Honey - Lauren Wachenfeld
I call you my Sweet Like you are honey to taste Dripping off my tongue Small crystalline sugar In the cracks of my teeth Too sweet to contain Like nectar in my veins A delicious rush I Could never explain. I taste you in the middle Of the day in my tea, Taste you when the dew Hits my toes, taste you In the sweet breeze of spring Like cotton candy clouds Resting on my cheeks. My Sweet, you give me Toothaches, tummy aches, Heartaches, heart craves. And I still want more
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writelikefools · 2 years ago
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Night - Lauren Wachenfeld
Eyes dripping shut Lashes locked tight In the space between night And golden sun coming up Whispering voices Small tendrils of sound Swirl the dust around Bring sleep to the anointed
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