sarya the ceiling

roses are red, violets are blue; i enjoy writing, i hope you do too.

Writings

Followers

Following

sarya the ceiling

roses are red, violets are blue; i enjoy writing, i hope you do too.

Writings

Followers

Following

belonging

sarya the ceiling

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belonging is entitlement

sometimes for the better or worse

it can be a boost of confidence

you can scream “i belong here!”

it can be an object

that airport security has taken away

it can be a state of mind

where you have chosen to stay

it is the alphabet,

because A needs B

as much as Y needs Z

they all have their places,

and so they shall belong

belonging is flexible,

and varies depending ...

Poetry

Blob in Our Chests

sarya the ceiling

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Do you have a particular thing you like to do?

IT SAID: I like to eat

Is there anything in particular you like to eat?

IT SAID: yes

Do you return to that thing time after time?

IT SAID: yes

Then that would be called your favorite.

IT SAID: okay

Now imagine that favorite thing to eat was your best friend.

IT SAID: i do not want to imagine eating my best friend

But you want to to return to...

Based off THE DINER and Single Soon

sarya the ceiling

1 min read

We can make this work

I can be high maintenance

But I am loyal

Suppose we get in a fight

Love you no matter who’s right...

Poetry

reflections

sarya the ceiling

1 min read

my mind is not a peaceful place

broken glass and crumbled walls

past arguments

and spoken slurs

echo down my marble halls

stress and red

lace the ceilings

fragile portraits

capture my feelings

I hate my guts

and my friend dressed in pink

i love my clothes

but i’m not what you’d think

sometimes i go days

without thinking to eat

but it’s alright

things are always changing

and in my reflection...

Poetry

😨

sarya the ceiling

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“Alright then,” I say after the audience stops applauding. Someone clears their throat and my eyes draw to them. Oh. It’s Serafina. Of course. What better place to find you judgmental but also very nerdy ex, than at a seminar about the scientific method. I want to be clear right now, that I didn’t ask to speak, but then some smart dude with connections to the even smarter scientific community saw ...

funeral told by a talkative 5 year old

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i dont understand it becus ive never seen papa cry befor and ive never seen mama so cuiet in my hole life today we went to a big bilding with a lotta benches that were rilly smooth and my family was sat in the front and the sealing was rilly far away thare was a big box and it was also rilly smooth it lookd like a door becus it was open but was posishand so i cudnt see and evrybody wokd up but my ...

remember

sarya the ceiling

1 min read

Memory breathes

Present aches

Yearning suffocates

Future awaits....

Poetry

Conversation From Below A Tipsy House

sarya the ceiling

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“ I think it was a tornado. Like in The Wizard of Oz.” She says.

“ I think that’s foolish.” I say.

“ So then what do you think caused it?” She says

“ Simple human error.” I say.

“ You think that about everything.” She says.

“ Indeed I do.” I say.

“ Huh.” She says.

“ Huh indeed.” I say.

“ Stop being a smart ass.” She says.

“ Smart ass indeed.” I say.

_silence_

“ Or maybe it’s just an illusion,...

What They Know Always Hurts You

sarya the ceiling

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We all would’ve been better off, if you hadn’t told me where you actually were last night. We just can’t be friends anymore. This was how it was supposed to go:

You come over at seven. Together, we leave my house at 7:25. We drive to Angelica’s house to pick her up around 7:40. At approximately eight o’clock, we would arrive at the party. The deal was that we leave at ten. That’s the responsible ...

Your Shadow

sarya the ceiling

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_in a bright blue beanie _

_ under a willow tree_

_ she sits_

_ and i cant tell_

_who is weeping more —_

_ her,_

_ or the willow?_...

Poetry