1.
It was an excuse -
after all, that garden was magical, that warm afternoon.
“We don’t have any pictures together,” he said in September.
I agreed.
My birthday is October.
(I should have guessed).
2.
I was just trying to grasp what was left of me,
of the modesty I had discarded
for the fake I felt was love.
just trying to preserve myself
just hiding from myself, this time
behind a camera posed as art.
3.
I wanted to make us infinite.
I wanted to make us fate.
I kept pieces of you in my heart like buried treasure.
I held them so tightly,
collected these fleeting images and kept them close.
I held them so tig
overheard: loveflowers in the garden-bed by quilltherapy, literature
Literature
overheard: loveflowers in the garden-bed
"come on, Forget-Me-Not!" flirted emerald Snapdragon,
"tell me, what’s it like to have control over me, for once?"
like fire, the cerulean bloom did crackle and hiss
and walked away in a heated, dreadful silence.
"why do you call me that?" asked uncertain Snapdragon,
"tell me, why don’t you speak with me like you used to?"
like salt, the windowed flame did flicker thrice -
and was swept away by the threatening, stormy sea breeze.
"please, my sun-kissed Fox," begged hesitant Snapdragon,
"shower me in loving words like you did before."
like rain in drought, the elusive creature did rarely show his face,
if so, only for laughter
december 2011:
soulmates? something out of a fairytale!
handsome Prince Charming and the sweet Princess
are unlikely childhood sweethearts
their scripted fate tucked away under my bed.
april 2012:
soulmates? it’s just like in the fairytales.
we flirted with chance but knelt on destiny
my eyes were bright and wide as
true love’s first kiss hangs promised in the air.
april 2013:
soulmates? the fairytale wasn’t mine.
I tried to fill in the gaps with ice cream and picnics
but we were a jigsaw puzzle missing half its pieces -
don’t worry, I thought, I am still so very young.
july 2013:
soulmates? the fairytale forgott
seven things I should've learned about you by now by quilltherapy, literature
Literature
seven things I should've learned about you by now
1. you are so unbelievably oblivious,
even by my standards.
I sent you that picture
yeah, I know you have it.
love,
I wanted to talk to you.
I wanted you to whisper in my ear
all of the things you told me this time last year
but apparently
you don’t feel that way anymore.
but I have evidence you once did
when I can't sleep, I type into the search bar "love"
finding bittersweet comfort there,
burying it somewhere among the tears I shed
over what isn't anymore.
2. you are so unbelievably clueless,
even by my standards.
because yes, I took your picture
because you make me happy.
I also took your picture
because I love you
because
i’ve been locked behind a brick wall for seventeen years
i’ve painted every inch of it with dreams of freedom
i’ve filed away centimetres of mortar
long after I was ordered into bed
slimmed myself down before I was noticed
until i could slip through the cracks
“it must be her fault if she’s trapped.”
people hear the singing and believe that i am free
but most days the tonnes of concrete around me are just too heavy.
some then tell me i do not need to destroy myself -
i tell them that otherwise i cannot breathe.
i always sleep with the windows open
and my bedroom door firmly closed.
i’ve been locked
20 THINGS I DON'T THINK YOU KNOW by quilltherapy, literature
Literature
20 THINGS I DON'T THINK YOU KNOW
1. it's 12:07am
and I finally feel
enough
to write
2. funny
I seem to feel enough for the both of us
3. I nearly cried when we hung up the phone
4. I love you more
than I have ever loved anyone
because like good poetry
or that song that will always bring a tear to your eye
there has never been anyone who has made me feel
quite as much as you
5. I sometimes wonder
why I ever let myself love you
so I remember
how you are a breath of fresh air
in a city that lives in stagnant smog
I always wonder
why I ever wondered that in the first place
6. you are the weight of a feather
on my shoulders
and in my arms
7. you are beautiful
8. awash
Here I am in tears
since pretending it was summer
left me with a heartbreak
love came up and came asunder.
Here I have been telling lies
because nothing good will follow
during weather still too chilly
to be wearing shorts tomorrow.
It isn’t like he hurt me
or as if he lead me on
it’s somewhat like a missing step
on a flight of stairs long gone.
With the knowledge that it means a lot,
(but nothing much at all);
I’ll kiss you like I love you,
(and I’ll try not to fall).
But I will tumble down that path
(a heart, prepared to bruise);
once again, I will plummet,
with nothing left to lose.
I was embarrassed by my own self-perceived, foolhardy blunder, so blindly I characterised a beautiful boy with a heart of gold as a hurtful, destructive storm. I took a hinted secret, tinted with a warm October gust of wind for a personality, to mean that his kindness somehow paralleled my ability to aggressively distance myself from people in my life. I assumed that he was all I wanted but all I would never get, and told myself that chemistry was something we didn’t have in common. I convinced myself that ideas were the only thing that I could truly and entirely love. One night of contented laughs and nostalgic smiles, as well as some
several times the fool by quilltherapy, literature
Literature
several times the fool
I felt the stinging salt spray hit the back of my neck as she warned for me to choose wisely.
Five times this year I have let a wayward current pull me under and drag me out to sea when I was perfectly capable of strongly swimming away.
I met a precarious riptide in July. I thought that he would carry my wooden sailing boat safely across the bay, but he saw straight through my thin wet sails and flimsy ropes, blowing me with a strong gust of wind far enough away for me to hardly see the peninsula across the hazy waters.
Some overdue September sunshine finally cleared the impending fog, and soon enough a red sunset appeared, who taught me th
1.
It was an excuse -
after all, that garden was magical, that warm afternoon.
“We don’t have any pictures together,” he said in September.
I agreed.
My birthday is October.
(I should have guessed).
2.
I was just trying to grasp what was left of me,
of the modesty I had discarded
for the fake I felt was love.
just trying to preserve myself
just hiding from myself, this time
behind a camera posed as art.
3.
I wanted to make us infinite.
I wanted to make us fate.
I kept pieces of you in my heart like buried treasure.
I held them so tightly,
collected these fleeting images and kept them close.
I held them so tig
overheard: loveflowers in the garden-bed by quilltherapy, literature
Literature
overheard: loveflowers in the garden-bed
"come on, Forget-Me-Not!" flirted emerald Snapdragon,
"tell me, what’s it like to have control over me, for once?"
like fire, the cerulean bloom did crackle and hiss
and walked away in a heated, dreadful silence.
"why do you call me that?" asked uncertain Snapdragon,
"tell me, why don’t you speak with me like you used to?"
like salt, the windowed flame did flicker thrice -
and was swept away by the threatening, stormy sea breeze.
"please, my sun-kissed Fox," begged hesitant Snapdragon,
"shower me in loving words like you did before."
like rain in drought, the elusive creature did rarely show his face,
if so, only for laughter
december 2011:
soulmates? something out of a fairytale!
handsome Prince Charming and the sweet Princess
are unlikely childhood sweethearts
their scripted fate tucked away under my bed.
april 2012:
soulmates? it’s just like in the fairytales.
we flirted with chance but knelt on destiny
my eyes were bright and wide as
true love’s first kiss hangs promised in the air.
april 2013:
soulmates? the fairytale wasn’t mine.
I tried to fill in the gaps with ice cream and picnics
but we were a jigsaw puzzle missing half its pieces -
don’t worry, I thought, I am still so very young.
july 2013:
soulmates? the fairytale forgott
seven things I should've learned about you by now by quilltherapy, literature
Literature
seven things I should've learned about you by now
1. you are so unbelievably oblivious,
even by my standards.
I sent you that picture
yeah, I know you have it.
love,
I wanted to talk to you.
I wanted you to whisper in my ear
all of the things you told me this time last year
but apparently
you don’t feel that way anymore.
but I have evidence you once did
when I can't sleep, I type into the search bar "love"
finding bittersweet comfort there,
burying it somewhere among the tears I shed
over what isn't anymore.
2. you are so unbelievably clueless,
even by my standards.
because yes, I took your picture
because you make me happy.
I also took your picture
because I love you
because
i’ve been locked behind a brick wall for seventeen years
i’ve painted every inch of it with dreams of freedom
i’ve filed away centimetres of mortar
long after I was ordered into bed
slimmed myself down before I was noticed
until i could slip through the cracks
“it must be her fault if she’s trapped.”
people hear the singing and believe that i am free
but most days the tonnes of concrete around me are just too heavy.
some then tell me i do not need to destroy myself -
i tell them that otherwise i cannot breathe.
i always sleep with the windows open
and my bedroom door firmly closed.
i’ve been locked
20 THINGS I DON'T THINK YOU KNOW by quilltherapy, literature
Literature
20 THINGS I DON'T THINK YOU KNOW
1. it's 12:07am
and I finally feel
enough
to write
2. funny
I seem to feel enough for the both of us
3. I nearly cried when we hung up the phone
4. I love you more
than I have ever loved anyone
because like good poetry
or that song that will always bring a tear to your eye
there has never been anyone who has made me feel
quite as much as you
5. I sometimes wonder
why I ever let myself love you
so I remember
how you are a breath of fresh air
in a city that lives in stagnant smog
I always wonder
why I ever wondered that in the first place
6. you are the weight of a feather
on my shoulders
and in my arms
7. you are beautiful
8. awash
Here I am in tears
since pretending it was summer
left me with a heartbreak
love came up and came asunder.
Here I have been telling lies
because nothing good will follow
during weather still too chilly
to be wearing shorts tomorrow.
It isn’t like he hurt me
or as if he lead me on
it’s somewhat like a missing step
on a flight of stairs long gone.
With the knowledge that it means a lot,
(but nothing much at all);
I’ll kiss you like I love you,
(and I’ll try not to fall).
But I will tumble down that path
(a heart, prepared to bruise);
once again, I will plummet,
with nothing left to lose.
I was embarrassed by my own self-perceived, foolhardy blunder, so blindly I characterised a beautiful boy with a heart of gold as a hurtful, destructive storm. I took a hinted secret, tinted with a warm October gust of wind for a personality, to mean that his kindness somehow paralleled my ability to aggressively distance myself from people in my life. I assumed that he was all I wanted but all I would never get, and told myself that chemistry was something we didn’t have in common. I convinced myself that ideas were the only thing that I could truly and entirely love. One night of contented laughs and nostalgic smiles, as well as some
several times the fool by quilltherapy, literature
Literature
several times the fool
I felt the stinging salt spray hit the back of my neck as she warned for me to choose wisely.
Five times this year I have let a wayward current pull me under and drag me out to sea when I was perfectly capable of strongly swimming away.
I met a precarious riptide in July. I thought that he would carry my wooden sailing boat safely across the bay, but he saw straight through my thin wet sails and flimsy ropes, blowing me with a strong gust of wind far enough away for me to hardly see the peninsula across the hazy waters.
Some overdue September sunshine finally cleared the impending fog, and soon enough a red sunset appeared, who taught me th
The Face of my Reflection by AuraArgentum, literature
Literature
The Face of my Reflection
I do not dare look in the mirror
I do not dare look at the water’s face.
Though the eyes I see are mine
I cannot help but hope they are hers.
Every time I look, I think it is her.
My hair has grown, and is stained with dye
My skin is pierced, but her memory hurts more,
I strive to make my reflection unrecognisable
But I still assume it’s her.
It’s still her face.
It was supposed to be an adventure, as pirate twins
A journey by boat in secret
On a lake that was playing pretend as a vast sea,
But our fantasies were overturned
And so was my reality.
And then she was lost.
Tans, glasses, scars.
Nothing I do is enough.
I
As Helios dips his fingers in buckets of paint and spreads his hands across the celestial sphere, blowing out the dwindling stars like candle flames, you question why he vanished without a kiss on your forehead and a whispered goodnight, and why he awoke again without a ‘good morning’. You wonder if he ever hangs his masterpieces on his fridge with a brightly coloured plastic magnet, or whether his bedroom walls are coated with watercolour.
You always liked to lie on the dewy grass with your ankles crossed and your arms supporting your head, and pretend that the night sky was just a big woolen tapestry that covered the Earth like
black holes and supernovae by randomkitty2, literature
Literature
black holes and supernovae
And if you look in the mirror to find a black hole on the other side of the glass
and you feel yourself collapsing inwards from the gravity,
remember that when only the biggest and brightest stars stop burning,
they burst into technicolour and sparkle; supernovae;
dazzling art printed on the pockmarked black canvas of space-time.
And only after they've imprinted themselves in the memories
of all to have seen their beauty
do they become black holes.
So even if you ever become a black hole,
at least you began as a supernova.
(You're still a supernova
in my eyes.)
Hi. I'm Steph, I'm 18 and I write and I sing. I like turtles and purple and I drink a lot of tea. I spend too much time on the computer and I should probably be studying right now.