Under the Cherry Blossom Tree
Under the weeping pink cherry blossom tree,
I sit in silence with what little remains of the essential inner essence of me,
Such a small thing,
My sin,
Through the passing of time,
Accompanied by the senseless percussion of discordant selfish rhyme,
I neglected you,
I missed the simple things that you were going through,
Now amid the onset of cruel winter and precipitously falling leaf,
I remain rooted repulsively revealing the stark shell of bitter sorrow underneath,
I fucking let you down,
And now among the vile dregs of autumn’s end I’m left to desolately disconsolately drown,
Laid bare,
My roots of despair,
I loved you I forgot and now I’m broken,
And the cherry blossoms drifting delicately downward brand in me my loves last lingering token…by justastatistic-poet
steve
Posts tagged becomethetree
the emerald blades form a sea
around the crimson bark
growing, protecting the tree’s
young branches,
bright exhibition of the glory within
destruction; one last show
before abandoning their
home - ugly in the loss
of hope. lack of joy without
beauty adorning its body
left alone to endure
the icy breath of death
Leafless trees have always been entrancing to me.
There they were, so bare and free while I covered in clothes and cosmetics, hair and trash. There they were and all they had to do is be—whatever they wanted: nature, death, feeling, time—and I just couldn’t seem to get rid of all the layers; they adhered to my skin like leeches and if I tried to get them off my blood would start dripping…then I was just a sack of skin, nails and a couple lifeless eyes. There they were, and I just couldn’t seem to be.
This all happened before I met you, and I was tired. I was drained to the point where I could not picture myself without any of those things. A little dab of lipstick, cover up your chest. There were all these layers and they were burying me with the tags and pretty colors while I had no voice and no thoughts—I was a blank slate, a washed-out canvas. I was never leafless but covered with leaves, plastic bags people don’t bother to pick up, bottles and candy wraps. No one could see my branches or feel my core.
Then I met you, and you happened. You scrapped away everything I was hiding under and kissed away every one of my bruises. I loved you that very second while you loved every piece of me, scratched and hidden, and didn’t care at all whatever wounds I was trying to cover up. I was bare in front of you and you didn’t even flinch—to you I was perfect with all my cracks and scars. I was bare, from head to toe, limbs pale from the lack of sun and your eyes gleaming. I was bare, I repeated to myself: Bare, Bare, Bare.
Wisdom knew most of summer,
vaguely spring,
Season of song and dance;
Celebrations afforded the sun.
A lion maned and fully maned,
a lion’s pride —
Full of life, his deciduous canopy.
A second solstice, which youth know not,
only the gentlest breeze,
Colors (yellow, orange and red)
Forecast the kiss of petrifaction.
Grey-headed wisdom,
Notwithstanding three seasons.
Hands skyward scrape and pray,
Withered of innocence,
a child’s once glory,
That it may forest once again.
If you’ve created a project/prompt for the Tumblr writing community and you’ve made sure there’s as much information as possible stated in the post and that there is an appropriate tag, then use the #twcp tag so that we can find your post easily. [Note: if you’ve already published your post and go back to just add the #twcp tag, your post may not show up. You may have to post it again, and not as a reblog. We apologize for Tumblr’s occasional bitchery.]
- Suggested by Lillian at Spilled Ink
- Deadline is November 30
- Appropriate tag: #becomethetree
- Essentially, write a prose or poetry piece personal to you of a time when you had to bare all and be naked to those around you (envision a tree in autumn/winter losing all of its leaves).
- Do not submit links for this project. Pieces will only be reblogged from the above tag.
- Suggested by Bethany at Spilled Ink
- Deadline is November 30
- Appropriate tag: #futureappreciation
- Essentially, write a prose or poetry piece of something in the future that you believe you will be thankful for. Try and keep the pieces personal so really think about what little thing would be special or mean something to you that hasn’t happened yet. [Little things only. No births, marriages, graduations, etcetera.]
- Click here for an example by Lillian and Bethany.
- Do not submit links for this project. Pieces will only be reblogged from the above tag.
These are some current projects/prompts going on in the community right now. Please remember to use proper tags appropriate to each project for your prose and poetry pieces if you decide to participate in any of these projects, and do not use the tag #twcp.
If you’ve created a project/prompt for the Tumblr writing community and you’ve made sure there’s as much information as possible stated in the post and that there is an appropriate tag, then use the #twcp tag so that we can find your post easily. [Note: if you’ve already published your post and go back to just add the #twcp tag, your post may not show up. You may have to post it again, and not as a reblog. We apologize for Tumblr’s occasional bitchery.]
- Suggested by Lillian at Spilled Ink
- Deadline is November 30
- Appropriate tag: #becomethetree
- Essentially, write a prose or poetry piece personal to you of a time when you had to bare all and be naked to those around you (envision a tree in autumn/winter losing all of its leaves).
- Do not submit links for this project. Pieces will only be reblogged from the above tag.
- Suggested by Bethany at Spilled Ink
- Deadline is November 30
- Appropriate tag: #futureappreciation
- Essentially, write a prose or poetry piece of something in the future that you believe you will be thankful for. Try and keep the pieces personal so really think about what little thing would be special or mean something to you that hasn’t happened yet. [Little things only. No births, marriages, graduations, etcetera.]
- Click here for an example by Lillian and Bethany.
- Do not submit links for this project. Pieces will only be reblogged from the above tag.
- Suggested by Kate
- Deadline is TOMORROW. Spilled Ink will post a few of our favorites throughout the day so you still have plenty of time to post.
- Appropriate tag: #lovesongforkatie
- “I want you to write a love song for me, and Jen, or me AND Jen. Or just me. Or just Jen. Or some other person and tell us you wrote them Just For Us. Because that’s awesome.”
You’re Better Than You Think You Are
- Suggested by Gary
- Apparently this is now closed but I found it on BurningMuse and she gave the wonderful suggestion of still using it as a prompt. So, we at Spilled Ink are now tracking this project and will be reblogging pieces from it. Even if you don’t write anything for it, go explore the tag yourself. There is some amazing poetry and prose there.
- Appropriate tag: #you’rebetterthanyouthinkyouare [don’t forget to include the apostrophe!]
- “Write yourself a compliment. No one knows you better than you. No one knows, better than you, what you absolutely suck at. So it should be the same thing the other way around. The purpose is, well- to be uplifting and shit. To make yourself feel better, and if nothing else- it’s a free pass to be narcissistic, vain and self centered.” [Click here for more details please.]
- Suggested by Noelle
- Appropriate tags: #burningmuse & #vicesandvirtues
- “Simply write about any experience [doesn’t have to be from childhood] that has had a profound [or amusing] effect on your personality/ behavior/ beliefs/ habits/ outlook—especially related to values, strengths, qualities, or flaws that have influenced who you have become.” [Click here for more details please.]
- Suggested by Noelle
- Appropriate tags: #burningmuse & #shadowsonthecavewall
- “Write a piece about seeing the world [a person, place, or thing] from a different perspective. Examples would be: A personal experience, conversation, a news story that blew your mind, writing fiction from the point of view you would not usually express.” [Click here for more details please.]
Questions, comments, corrections to any of the above projects, etcetera etcetera, should be sent here. Feel free to reblog this post (you can condense it so it’s not so very long) so that we can get as much participation for these projects/prompts as possible!
-Spilled Ink Mods
(Note: You could even reblog this and save it to your drafts, instead of publishing it, so that you have it handy for some writing ideas when/if you get stuck one night.)
All the world has been awaken by dawn
The people have come up to see the tree
That reflects the sun
My bark has been
Torn ,embarrassed
I have bled
This song
Of game
(I always fled )
I am bare
And always scarred
Of you ,this earth
That can sink me into darkness
But I take the light as much as I can
To feel embraced, colorful
i will no longer beg your words
to be kind
I think I finally found peace
and no longer naked with
your fleeting sheep
I like being covered.
I like thick warm scarves to hide the fragile flesh at the base of my throat
and long scratchy sweaters that are uncomfortable- but a price to pay for
their ability to cover-to protect from any force that tries to expose me. I like
long underwear for protecting the innermost, most important and secret parts.
And knee length socks just beacuse.
I always wear this-it’s not comfortable but it’s what I’ve grown accustomed to.
More comfortable, I suppose, then feeling the rough sting of the wind on my bare skin.
But when I gave you a piece of my heart
I stripped for you. Something I’d never done before. I let you see me on an
intimate, genuine, unguarded level- I gladly did it.
I unraveled the thick scarf- and it felt good to let my throat show
and be showered with your gentle kisses. I let you take the sweater off- the thick heavy material finally freed from my body.
The long underwear had to go too-because now, you had uncovered so much that it
would be
foolish and near impossible to stop. So, the long underwear was wrestled off in a frenzied
somewhat hurried manner. And I was standing only in long socks before you.
You looked up at me. I laughed and gleefully pulled the socks of - tossing them aside-
revelling in the freedom of being exposed and naked and free before you.
These are some current projects/prompts going on in the community right now. Please remember to use proper tags appropriate to each project for your prose and poetry pieces if you decide to participate in any of these projects, and do not use the tag #twcp.
If you’ve created a project/prompt for the Tumblr writing community and you’ve made sure there’s as much information as possible stated in the post and that there is an appropriate tag, then use the #twcp tag so that we can find your post easily. [Note: if you’ve already published your post and go back to just add the #twcp tag, your post may not show up. You may have to post it again, and not as a reblog. We apologize for Tumblr’s occasional bitchery.]
- Suggested by Lillian at Spilled Ink
- Deadline is November 31
- Appropriate tag: #becomethetree
- Essentially, write a prose or poetry piece personal to you of a time when you had to bare all and be naked to those around you (envision a tree in autumn/winter losing all of its leaves).
- Do not submit links for this project. Pieces will only be reblogged from the above tag.
- Suggested by Bethany at Spilled Ink
- Deadline is November 31
- Appropriate tag: #futureappreciation
- Essentially, write a prose or poetry piece of something in the future that you believe you will be thankful for. Try and keep the pieces personal so really think about what little thing would be special or mean something to you that hasn’t happened yet. [Little things only. No births, marriages, graduations, etcetera.]
- Click here for an example by Lillian and Bethany.
- Do not submit links for this project. Pieces will only be reblogged from the above tag.
- Suggested by Kate
- Deadline is TOMORROW. Spilled Ink will post a few of our favorites throughout the day so you still have plenty of time to post.
- Appropriate tag: #lovesongforkatie
- “I want you to write a love song for me, and Jen, or me AND Jen. Or just me. Or just Jen. Or some other person and tell us you wrote them Just For Us. Because that’s awesome.”
You’re Better Than You Think You Are
- Suggested by Gary
- Apparently this is now closed but I found it on BurningMuse and she gave the wonderful suggestion of still using it as a prompt. So, we at Spilled Ink are now tracking this project and will be reblogging pieces from it. Even if you don’t write anything for it, go explore the tag yourself. There is some amazing poetry and prose there.
- Appropriate tag: #you’rebetterthanyouthinkyouare [don’t forget to include the apostrophe!]
- “Write yourself a compliment. No one knows you better than you. No one knows, better than you, what you absolutely suck at. So it should be the same thing the other way around. The purpose is, well- to be uplifting and shit. To make yourself feel better, and if nothing else- it’s a free pass to be narcissistic, vain and self centered.” [Click here for more details please.]
- Suggested by Noelle
- Appropriate tags: #burningmuse & #vicesandvirtues
- “Simply write about any experience [doesn’t have to be from childhood] that has had a profound [or amusing] effect on your personality/ behavior/ beliefs/ habits/ outlook—especially related to values, strengths, qualities, or flaws that have influenced who you have become.” [Click here for more details please.]
- Suggested by Noelle
- Appropriate tags: #burningmuse & #shadowsonthecavewall
- “Write a piece about seeing the world [a person, place, or thing] from a different perspective. Examples would be: A personal experience, conversation, a news story that blew your mind, writing fiction from the point of view you would not usually express.” [Click here for more details please.]
Questions, comments, corrections to any of the above projects, etcetera etcetera, should be sent here. Feel free to reblog this post (you can condense it so it’s not so very long) so that we can get as much participation for these projects/prompts as possible!
-Spilled Ink Mods
(Note: You could even reblog this and save it to your drafts, instead of publishing it, so that you have it handy for some writing ideas when/if you get stuck one night.)
To you I have born all since then There are car rides with crying and fogged up glass from talking in the parking lot These Are Dark Times dark months
where I did not only strip outer layers but I stripped inner guts intestines
sinew muscle and strings of blood gore that lobs
from myself to the floor
no I have never felt true Cinderella love you’re right you’re right you’re right dear this was me born from flesh born from bed sheets born from journals bought but never written dear diary today my boy cheated which leaves me born from glass and born from all
I will show, with hands cupped
I will show, with curled body
I will show with angry phones thrown with mixed CDs thrown with hundred quid Docs tossed gifts ripped and torn photographs with kicked corners and punched walls I have born all from break ups.
Ever After the Dark Times
I am Ever After dressed
Ever After turned Ever After
pasting skin back to contain
heart and lungs I am Ever
Ever Ever After happier where
there are no happy endings.
I am Ever After whole.Once upon a time there was a girl who loved a boy.
I enter and soon I lose everything. They take my clothes, money, purse anything I could have done anything with. In return I receive a thin sheet of plastic for cover and a pair of socks. Their eyes are on you. The time for the dissection is here. I am in a room with a man and he sets my mind on the table. He takes out his scalpel and tweezers and sorts through my thoughts, feelings, past, memories and dreams. He is a thief stealing my identity. I am not worthy to be me. They tell me I am sick. But I do not have a fever. I feel fine I’m on top of the world nothing can stop me. But they show otherwise. The others here, the veterans, take me in and ask how I came to enter this strange world. I’m not sure what to say. Who put me here? Did I do this to myself? Did I ask to be stripped of every freedom? But I am broken now is what they say. The ones in charge. They tell me I have to stay here and be repaired. And now I am stuck with nothing to shield me. Nothing but a thin sheet of plastic and a pair of socks that I don’t even own.
