♥︎Oblivious♥︎

https://i.airbuds.fm/olivvviaaaa/6wrhevdodf

Writings

Followers

100

Following

♥︎Oblivious♥︎

https://i.airbuds.fm/olivvviaaaa/6wrhevdodf

Writings

Followers

100

Following

Egyptian Ratscrew

♥︎Oblivious♥︎

2 min read

poppin’ and blowin’ hearts out

my gingham lips kiss you miss your drama

I’ll be hacking up clotted spoons

licking off the clumps while my mouth

tastes like Sunshine Yellow

Dad’s grave still smells like vodka

I checked last night and vomited on his bones

the cuckoo saw me and started laughing

so I flipped the bird and waited for him to choke on my pill prescription

that I hid in the birdfeeder

I r...

Poetry

click! click! bang!

♥︎Oblivious♥︎

1 min read

click-

click-click-bang-!

My brain is the barrel of a shotgun-

Gunpowder up my lungs-

Blood on my fingers- blood on the-

click-click-bang-!

Ready??

Aim-!

click-click-bang-!

The mud on my-

Boots is shaped like-

Bullet shells-

Ready-aim-fire-!

Aim-fire-!

Fire-!

click-click-bang-!

Is it-?

Did you-?

Bleed-?

Did you-?

Make him-

Bleed-?

...

Poetry

apple poem | week one

♥︎Oblivious♥︎

1 min read

the apple tree sitting in the orchard

twitches in the wind; its bark is too cold

for the ants to crawl on, and the roots

are losing their dignity to the dirt

as the snow threatens to arrive again

and kill off the profit of the season

the last family of November comes

to peal the worth off its decaying limbs

their fingers rip off the crisp fruit

clinging to the bran...

Poetry

cut that tree

♥︎Oblivious♥︎

2 min read

the sharp taste of salt water

burns my throat

the smell of fish and oil like the sound of hopelessness dripping down the drain

we are floating on a precipice

I am

drowning

in this

feeling

I drown in all

my feelings

did you know whales bloat when they die?

floating on feelings until eventually they explode

we are diving deeper into the ravine of whirring wire and concrete

_we_ are _eating_ her ...

Poetry

dear santa

♥︎Oblivious♥︎

1 min read

dear santa:

this year for christmas

I want

a bottle of Prozac.

80 milligrams.

i’ve been good this year, i’ve been safe

scrubbed my hands, used all my clorox wipes

on my legs and arms and tongue

just in case

i bleached my teeth and hair and

drank the sanitizer Kool-aid so

please give me those happy pills, Saint Nick

| this one’s a bit short. I might edit it later? Hope everyone’s having a won...

Poetry

schizo/phrenia

♥︎Oblivious♥︎

5 min read

(I don't usually do this, but this time I'd like to put a disclaimer of sorts. I do not personally struggle with schizophrenia, so if I've written anything that comes across as ignorant, malicious, or misinformed, please correct me. It is in no way my intention, and I admire and appreciate you all very much... I'd also like to note that this is a jumble of words coming straight from my brain, with...

Poetry

m a d n e s s

♥︎Oblivious♥︎

2 min read

The Rabbit wants me dead. I know this from the wire scars that burn into the back of my neck, angry and itchy. I keep seeing his long ears, tufts of snow white fur. His heart ripped out with a knife. His heart ripped out with a knife. Ripped out with a knife. Blade hot and sticky and bloody.

Itchy-my neck was terribly itchy. My skin felt like the bars to a prison cell and my soul was the prisone...

roadkill

♥︎Oblivious♥︎

1 min read

i took my Faber-Castell oil pastels and pulled

out the wine red coloured chalk

scratching an angel outline on the asphalt

around the flaking raccoon skin on the

side of the road.

the muddy tire tracks painted his furry dead

body squished into the gravel like a canvas smeared

with organs, flipped inside out for all to see.

melted charcoal black eyes, suffocated

me, until my puls...

Poetry

red thread

♥︎Oblivious♥︎

1 min read

pressure

metal edge pressing into my skin

my blood is like a currency

ten cuts pays off the shame

my veins are a gold mine

i want to dig until i see my bone

pinch the pad of my thumb

watch it drip down

and pull out a bandaid

red strings cut cross my arms

my wrists

my legs

tying thread

one stitch, two stitches

one cut, two cuts

bloody stains in between my fingernails

pepper coals stinging my...

Poetry

WK Book Concept Excerpt II: The Hatchet

♥︎Oblivious♥︎

2 min read

She was dead.

Hatter was hiccuping as tears poured down his face, cradling her chopped up body in his wrinkly arms. The hatchet was tossed to the side, blood still hot, sticking on the silver blade. I fumbled with the tea vial desperately, trying to do something, _anything, _that would fix this. But it was hopeless. It was all hopeless.

I was never getting out of here.

Never.

And now Isabella’s ...