Lindsey

#VSS365

the phone rings
and a voice picks up
thank you for calling
pick option 1 for...
option 2 for...
so on and so forth
but what's the option
to talk to a real human?

thank you!

#VSS365 #emoetry

a maladaptive daydream:
a vivid world
a great adventure
a plot twist
a beautiful escape
a needed break from reality
-- that psychiatry beguiles

#vss365

At some point,
I stopped dreaming.
I abandoned goals.
I let myself become
a Non-Playable Character,
a Side Character,
someone here only to
serve someone else's plot,
like a doll or a puppet.
But I wished on a star,
to be a real girl once more.
and here I am, in a sad lit fic.

#vss365

you can't take a joke
it's not that serious
it ain't that deep
we're just teasing
what's your issue
you can't handle criticism
you never talk anymore
you don't tell us anything
you don't answer the phone
what's wrong we miss you
we didn't do anything wrong
you're just stuck up

#VSS365
Sometimes,
all I think about is you-
me, in another universe
Trade me places
Transport me to your world
let me breathe, sing and play
have and make choices freely
instead of taking hits
from life's jagged fists

#vss365

I wanna be reckless
drive too fast & drink too much
choose which bills to pay
and buy whatever i want
I've never been good at science
but I know-
this hypothetical experiment
is nothing but feckless

I hope he gets everything he deserves soon!

#vss365
you could tell the truth
but it won't do you any good
we all got your number
everyone knows the score
and a better man would admit
he did irreparable damage
to girls somewhere on an island

#vss365 #poetry
shoot me with your arrow
or cover me with your wings
are you just a myth?
there's no butterflies
in my tummy
and my heart never aches
I see all the happy couples
but that's never been me
or that's the lie I tell myself
am I wrong or a liar, cupid?
or can you make me believe?

thank you, Marcía!

#vss365

i step on the scale
i measure my food
i count every calorie
i take ten thousand steps
just to make you happy
you think i'm doing this
"to be healthy"
you think you are helping
but really all you are doing
is telling me your love
is based on my body
every little piece, conditionally

#VSS365
I could fill a whole notebook
With sweet words all about you
In a language only spoken by us
Stolen glances across full rooms
Our fingers slipping, passing by
Your hand on my back
My lips on your neck
When & where no one knows

#vss365

You and I
You and I
Have a history
Stretched across lifetimes
Coeds sick in bar bathrooms
School girls hiding in stairwells
My hand in your hand
Your writing on my body
Boiled down to likes online

#vss365

Taylor writes her happy songs
In sparkly gel pen
But that's what I use--
For my depressing poems
Lines that will never ever
Make this bitch famous
There's no money
In messy poetry
Unless it's accompanied
By these sick beats

#VSS365

Go to school, just to get bullied
Go home, just to get abused
Hard to get an education
When your soul is tired
And your brain is a liar
Fives turn into eights,
Fours into nines
No one there to help you
You fall through the cracks

#vss365
What a shame your dad is a whore
A libertine, parading as pious,
Standing at the pulpit
Telling everyone what is wrong
That they're going to hell
When his biggest secret is
Down the street and
On Ancestry, and 23andMe-
In a bed with women-
Not his wife- oh the hypocrisy

Dylan inspected the wreckage, his anger rising from every little thing he saw. Twisted metal, burnt plastic, the acrid smell irritating his nose, #ash that was once human.

He’d had enough of these fools and their petty grievances. Storming back to barracks, he shot the culprit in the leg.

#vss365

Thank you! I really appreciate this.

#VSS365 #poetry
A small oasis,
Under my bed, dark and warm
Just me and my bear.

#vss365 #poetry I dream of the day I get the call
The one that tells me you're finally gone
Maybe then I can forgive
All the days you tore into me--
Spreading me until I became pulp-
that I could only turn into paper
Thin and rough and see through
Only good enough for one solid poem.

"The barrister opened her lips with a smacking sound. “And are you planning on having sex right now?” - Discovering Nicola by @clareashton.bsky.social

Haha, brilliant!😂 Even in the face of a hot flush, Nicola's dry humour gets us every time.🙌 Poor Geeta.😅

#bookclubbook #sapphfic

Or she she thought. The news got darker every day. People were being disappeared one by one. She thought that if she stayed in the closet, did her work and censored herself, she would evade the camps too. But then a knock came at her door, and questions were asked about the rainbow rug at her door.

#VSS365 the circles under her eyes were as deep and dark as a canyon at night. No matter how much sleep she got, she woke up exhausted, for she woke up in a world without choices of her own, born to make everyone else happy with no reciprocal care. Making everyone else happy would keep her safe-

“awful people don’t deserve to be killed, but they don’t deserve to be praised, either” is apparently a thought too complex for the pundit mind

#VSS365
So I'll ruminate some more
Wrapped in blankets on the floor
Pungent grease coats my hair
Too much to ask, come up for air?
So I'll ruminate again.
Knowing damn well it brings no zen.
I'll drink a bottle of wine
And wonder when peace will be mine--
So I'll ruminate.

#VSS365 He was a human exclamation point and she was an interrobang- because she was the exact kind of person who would know what that is. Not because she was a manic pixie dream girl, because she used words that made people look them up in dictionaries and she asked curious, thought out questions.

#VSS365

The words slipped out of me before I could stop myself and I could not be bothered to correct them. If this lie was what I needed to say to get him to release my wings and flee his jail of a nest, I would say them over and over and over again. I would do whatever to to turn them true.

#VSS365

Wisteria ink smeared in a journal
Words scribbled out so
No one will know
Where you are going
Such a happy color
In a dichotomy with
What you are doing

#VSS365 the things i am not
(a cool girl
a chill girl
a mellow girl)
are all the things you want.
but like unicorns,
none of them exist.