#sswrites poetry

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

I love the way teenagers lie:

You’re my best friend I’ll love you forever We’ll never drift apart

In another life we bought that duplex with you on one side and me on the other. We carved out a doorway in between. We adopted a dog. And you treated me like you meant the lies you told.

#original poetry #original poems #poetry #losing friends #growing up #nostalgia #sswrites #sswrites poetry #i guess this is something im doing now lol

[sarah-sandwich]

A love letter to commenters, using only their words as they left them on works of fiction

Dear Commenters,

I don’t even know where to start

First of all, I have to compliment your fortitude

Well done

You mad genius

To write a comment

So full of

Genuine affection

Heartfelt, and REAL

Honey you can’t do this?

Such a beautiful message

Oh dear

I would kudos

A million times if I could

.

Unintelligible caps-lock comment

My beloved

I gotta be honest

APOLOGIZING

For

A

Beautiful

Knee-jerk reaction

NOOOOOOOO

It’ll be a crime against this fandom if you stop

.

You

Wrote this

I’m thankful I got to read this

My heart needed it

On another note tho i—

Fhsjhdhdhdsh

A comment

Relief in the sea of fandom

Don’t take this the wrong way

I’m glad you didn’t

Threw it out

Because it is perfect and I’m keeping it

.

Y’know what, fuck it *affection*

The amount of validation

Is absurd

No thoughts. Head empty. Just

THE WAY I AM YELLING

How it feels like we

Work

Together

I’m at 4am finishing just another one more part

You being the reason

I can’t wait to finish it

Would you be okay if I

Express just how much

I love your brain

We do not and I repeat do not deserve you!

.

I can’t think of a funny quip

In all seriousness

I’ve been struggling

But

I needed something

And you gave it to me

Rent free

We start out raw, stumbling around in the dark and weaving our way across the lines of humor and sincerity

The people we really are

Not the character or story development, but yours. You

Hi thanks its 5:30am here and I am wrapped up in my comforter and my face is wet

.

To write a comment

I don't know if you realize, but

From reading it

I'll be a better person

Sure, the characters drew me to this fic, but it’s you that kept me here

Going back

There's this

Feeling

You managed to give me

And that's not even a fraction of the awe I'm feeling at the way

the commentary

made me blink back a few tears

There is absolutely no fucking way I can find the same amount of euphoria

Finally some good fucking food

.

I’m screaming

Something I don't think is said enough

Thank you for sharing

The most perfect paragraph I’ve ever read

I will cherish it for days

Will read again. Maybe a few times.

.

I believed in every word.

.

Guess what I’m doing instead of

Writing

I’m reading this

Comment

Again. Again. Again.

There were so many moments that had me

!!!!!!!!!!!!

Do I feel guilty about it?

No :)

It’s alright the next chap is already up

I will be in debt from cavities but it’s worth it

I regret nothing!

.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

Just say thank you like a normal person

Is that too much to ask

Guh.

I’m so sorry

.

The anxiety

The awkwardness

It’s alright

Your

Words

Make me feel better

AND PROUD

Thank you for sharing

Connecting

Supporting each other

Hits different for some reason

(in a good way)

Does that make sense?

.

Maybe I’m just sleep deprived

It’s 3AM here

.

I promise you’re doing okay bud

You’re really funny and sweet

You did such a wonderful job

You wrote it all very well

It makes my day

I love how you captured the

Subtle background details

And the acknowledgment that

It takes a lot of work!

And damn if you didn't hit that nail right on the head

.

Idk how long this comment will get

I should be sleeping

I’ll probably regret it in the morning

But

It’s like

So so happy to see this

In my inbox :)

It’s like coming home

You’re making me have FEELINGS

My heart is happy and full

.

I’m literally

SCREAMING

Quietly-but-not-quietly-at-all into a pillow

This lovely

Thing

You wrote

Got me through

More confident

With lots of joy and laughter

I hope you’re still writing

.

Every

Word

You write

My favorite thing to read

Please dear god lmk

If you happen to

Been feeling out of sorts

Buddy…sleep

You are not alone

Sending all my love

As always

Let someone take care of your ass for once

.

Everybody’s

Really going through it

Being the yardstick for each other

Have to compete

But I just can’t

This should be

Fun

Aiming

To be happpyyyy!

.

Next chapter

Could have been quicker

I wish I could give so many more

Life totally got away from me this year

Don’t read the last few chapters at 1 am

But on the other hand

What can you do?

.

My feelings are all over the place

.

Such a beautiful message

I think will stick with me always

From someone who hasn’t written in a while, this inspires me immensely to continue

Kudos upon kudos to you

.

Ah, I could go on forever

I don’t know how many ways I can say

Thank you so much

You wonderful human

Without sounding obnoxious so I’ll leave it as

It’s 2am and I’m left with

Massive

WIBBLES

I can’t even put this one into words

Please knock me out with a brick

Ouchie…and lovely

It’s hard to form coherent sentences

But somehow you made me fall even more in love with

Writing

.

I forgot to say it before but

Listen

It was exactly what I needed

You are so fucking amazing

20/10

Did I mention my brain went aaaaaahhhhhhh!

Thank you for the serotonin

Once I run out

Will probably read it again

No seriously

I’ll have to return to it in the future to reread it

.

It’s now 3am

Thank you for

Reading this

I loved every moment and I’m sad it had to end. But it was perfect.

I can’t stop smiling.

.

Hope you’re safe and well, read you~

Love,

Writers

#this is.....so long #are tags working yet? #oh well #fandom #writing is hard #writing things #idk how to tag #'long post' #inspiration #poetry #fanfic #humans are good #'mine' #but also *bugsbunny.gif* Ours #this was a formatting nightmare thank you tumblr -_- #sswrites #sswrites poetry

[sealstampwrite]

by ssw

I am easy to love

So expansive and light

You love the pretty handwritten letters I send to you

And the way I look at the everything

Pointing out the sky

Make you hold out your hand so I can put a flower on your palm

Read you poems and book excerpts

The type that make you feel alive

You love how smart I am

You’ll see light

In my eyes

Glowing all around me

You want to kiss me

You love every part of me

My legs and my hands and my hair

The way I’ve mended

My patience

Taking criticism well

Staying quiet when I feel nervous and you’ll find it so endearing

I’ll do the work myself

Carrying enough worry to seem sensible

But not debilitated

Always moving forward

I wake up early and go to sleep on time

Share my favorite recipes with you

They’re so sweet

Strawberry and powdered sugar

Warm hugs and table manners

You want me to meet your friends

I know how to take turns

Hold things with grace

Share jokes but not enough to where I always hide behind them

I walk like I mean it

Don’t break eye contact and make my smile gravitational

An axis

I make you feel like you’re spinning

Floating

Always new

I am so so easy

to be loved

#sswrite #spilled ink #poetry #journaling #poem #sixwordstories #writing #spilled poetry #spilled feelings #short poem #poemsdaily

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

Depression is like driving through a flooded stretch of road.

Maybe you didn’t see the water until it was too late. Maybe you saw it and thought, “I can handle this.” However it happened, there is standing water on the road and you are driving through it.

You have no choice but to keep going.

You are already in the water. If you stop now, water will rush into the tailpipe the engine will choke it will seize you’ll be dead in the water.

You have to keep going.

You can’t tell how deep the water in front of you is until you’re in it. Below the surface, the road dips and swells but the water, the only thing you can see through the rain and fog, is flat.

The road turns downward and water crests over your bumper. Your tires leave the road. For a heart-stopping moment you are afloat at the mercy of the current. The steering wheel does nothing no matter how you turn it. The accelerator, the brake, nothing.

You no longer have control of the car.

You drift.

then there is a bump below your feet you try the gas another bump a lurch

And you’re back on the road. You’re still in the water Rain continues to pour You once again have control but now you’ve tasted the fragility of it. You know it can be taken from you without warning with no guarantee it will be given back.

Depression is like driving through a flooded stretch of road. What you need to understand is You are not alone in the car

I’m here in the passenger seat fiddling with the controls to clear the fog from the windows. It’s still raining but it’s a little easier to see. We had the cabin air set to recycle—how silly of us! We both know fresh air is important.

Do you need a snack? I have water too in this sack between my feet. If you need to rest your eyes I can reach over and hold the wheel for a bit I know how stressful this is for you Keep your foot on the gas Not too fast I’ll keep us pointed in the right direction.

And if you need it I have my phone right here. The signal is strong and the number for help is one I know by heart.

Depression is like driving through a flooded stretch of road but you are not alone in the car.

#original poetry #poetry #original poem #depression tw #2nd person pov #stuff i wrote on company time #sswrites #sswrites poetry

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

I was here I was here I was here I was here

I am sick of wiping out my footprints behind me. I refuse to let life pass untouched.

I was here. I was here.

-Dog-Earing Pages

#original poetry #original poems #poems #poetry #sswrites #sswrites poetry

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

Mind like a bucket rusted through. Don’t forget. A day with no clock ticking tasks off a list. Do not rest. A day with no phone ringing rope around your neck. Don't hold your breath.

"But who will do the work?"

They will chew to the bone then ask why you speak of pain.

#original poetry #poetry #sswrites poetry #original poems #burn out #mental health #written on company time naturally #sswrites

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

You think you know me but you don’t. You ask, “Gender?” and I say, "Sarah, she/her," only for you to look at me as though I misunderstand the question. No. My gender is Sarah it is also what you can call me she/her

So you are a woman You ride the cis bus Oh, we call that cis+

No.

You don’t know me. You cannot look at my face, my body, or my name and know me: Sarah she/her

A little boy is blowing bubble dreams in my chest and the devil on my shoulder loves me like a son. Does this make me trans? A boy? A man?

I am my mother’s daughter and an old spinster that lives alone in the woods of my heart where the ancient dread dwells and the bubble dreams pop. I am not wife nor husband nor spouse. I am partner. I hope I am a partner, finally. I’m trying to be

I am all of these things, in all of their nuance and generalities, all at once, infinite in my multitudes, a single being with rings of self singing through my core. There is no ebb and flow. There is no switch. No flip. The boy and the spinster are holding hands with the devil while my soul is sewn together patch by patch at the hands of an old woman—weary but diligent, a master of the craft—alongside the world’s most impatient fourteen-year-old who only wants the work to be finished so she can go back to her room.

Nonbinary, you say. Gender Queer. Technically, trans is an umbrella term…

and I reply, Sarah. she/her.

What will it take for you to accept that gender is a monster cookie and I have swallowed it whole

#sswrites #poetry #original poetry #on gender identity and labels #here have this thing that's so hyper-specific to me it's nauseating #special shout out to my good friend time theft bc fuck em

[sarah-sandwich]

[Image Description: Black text on notebook paper reading “You carry it everywhere, in that tender aching pit in your chest, even though the more you handle it, the faster you lose it. Like sand between fingers. Like water cupped in the valley of your hands. Like air, breathed deep into your lungs, and back out.”]

#poems #poetry #idk made this today #feelin it #yearn #longing #ache #im gonna go write some fic that aches so hard #mine #sswrites #sswrites poetry

[sealstampwrite]

Introduction by s.s.w.

I am a slow reader.

Handling life with too much preciousness.

I’m scared to treat someone’s story as a punchline.

I always wonder if I will ever be whole

and remind myself that I cannot wait for the absence of pain

or for someone to hold onto my hand.

I look for answers

in my pruned fingertips when washing dishes,

in the orange tree a few blocks away,

in the song that mentions your city.

I cut my hair in the bathroom and regret it.

I did not tell you I love you when it was still early enough,

before there was any risk

and I regret it.

I like myself a lot.

I’m hoping someone will feel the same some day.

Some day soon.

#sswrite #poetry #journaling #spilled ink #spilled poetry #spilled feelings #writing #poem