Happy One Year To This !! Check Out This Poem I Wrote For Its Anniversary

happy one year to this !! check out this poem i wrote for its anniversary

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2 weeks ago
i learned about sin before i learned about love
and now my heart beats nothing but blood
i have not prayed in years, but the lord's prayer
sits closer on my tongue than an i love you, and
the words will always sit mangled at the back
of my throat in some way or another

i learned about how i am nothing before i learned that 
maybe, maybe, i could've been something 
so i spent my nights sobbing myself to sleep and
swallowing ink like it would cure me,
so the rest or my life will be lived with 
the same words staining my mouth, and what if
i am nothing more than the bones in the driveway? 
the remains of something not quite moral enough to mourn

i'm sorry i couldn't be loved into something tame
let alone something holy

hey. hey you. stop for a sec and write a poem. write it about whatever you want make it good make it bad idc. long or short. poignant or not. post it or put it in the reblogs or send it to a friend or keep it to yourself but sit for a little bit and write a poem. for the soul


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4 months ago
People don't understand what I mean when I say that I've died a million times. I'm in a train and in each carriage is a dead child. They are dragged off the train, one by one, and I can do nothing but watch. It's hard to tell a dead child from a living one sometimes. I get off at Camden and think about what casket they'll sleep in tonight. 

When I get out of the train station, my mind is full of nothing but the dead. I think about the suicide pacts I made with my ex. I call her on the phone, say it's been a year since I last touched a blade. I spend the next morning prying the blood out of my fingernails. I revise the ways I'll die over and over. Three bullets in my throat, one for each child I missed. I light another cigarette. 

I stumble through the market like I can't see two steps in front of me - in many ways, I can't. I spend too long looking at the wrong things, trailing my hands across the painting of Bowie, buying orange juice instead of the record I want, walking across the rainbow crossings over and over; there is a dead child in me and London makes him sick. His body hangs limp in every window I pass; you learn to deal with it, eventually.
Every twelve steps you take are someone's last. I stay at the Lockside until I'm gagging on my words and I can't feel the rain on my back. I taste it on every breath; I am dead in ways people don't understand and I will die in ways they wish they couldn't. Outside there are bodies floating in the river and only the ones already standing with one leg over see them. I stay inside for another hour or two.   

On the way home, all I can hear is screaming. I've always hated the underground. The screeching dies before it can reach me and all that hits me is the sobbing behind it. The underground is a burial the same way the road is a cemetery. There is nothing in the windows but my reflection slumped and rotting in the seats across from me. I wish I could find it in myself to mourn but you can only die so many times and still feel something towards it.

camden market '07 [13.01.2025]

(first piece of writing of the year !)


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4 weeks ago
Drew This When I Really Liked Bigtop Burger & Decided Yeah Ill Put My Ocs In Here

drew this when i really liked bigtop burger & decided yeah ill put my ocs in here


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2 months ago

maybe today will be the day i decide to start listening to it again. maybe

this year i will start listening to the magnus archives again and. actually finish it. maybe


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4 months ago
nekojiru patch with a white outline and red eyes on black fabric
daniel johnston's hi how are you album patch done in white outline on black fabric
yellow outline nirvana patch on black fabric
pink david bowie patch

very new to making patches !! these are my first ones & are in the order i made them


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4 months ago

having the worst day today. tilted my phone the wrong way and the whole screen just. came off ! so tape is the only thing keeping my phone from falling to pieces at the moment. i am definitely fine with this and not upset about this


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rumograph - is rumo real ?
is rumo real ?

the underground is a burial the same way the road is a cemetery

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