It's Bleeding, The Veins Come Untangled

december 23, 2023 — holy

it was easier to believe

in tales of adam and eve

even though i could never find

the god they said was so kind

i'd grown used to it all

the gentle hoax the church befalled

a blind-faith religion or a cult of sacrifice

either way, it served only to pacify

so when you spoke the illicit truth

that you loved me despite my being a sleuth

you forgave the sins that were not mine to repent

and every dime, for you i'd spent

you showed me the truth of love

and it felt holier than any angel from above

— reddestofscarves, 1:35am

april 20, 2024 — secret garden language

im in the hospital in a waiting room

my thighs are sweating, the air hot and stuffy

its too early in the morning to feel like noon

thoughts of you are the only thing keeping me steady

my music flows smokey, the album's nice

messy poetry, paradox hearts & minds

weeds on my back, sick of putting you first

its ok to love him more, my heart's seen worse

i hope the 6 year old garden was fun

the fruits of your seed and spring has begun

so for the first time in forever

abatinas and cyclamens bloom in my weather

and when winter comes, what will you do?

will another bloodthirsty creature welcome you too?

will you drain them of life and trick them like a fool?

goodluck on the run, my laugh's one haunting ghoul

— reddestofscarves, 11:00 pm.

july 12, 2024—10 years and forever

you're making dinner, i'm sat on the counter

with my quiet music playing on the speaker

wet hair sticking to my neck and i'm talking about my day

you wait for me to finish and i'll wait for you to say

little quips and jokes with a quiet smile

i stare while you laugh for a little while

the hot pot steams and i get the plates

you plate the food and i sit and wait

sprinkling soda fizz and dim-lit rooms

our stained couch with bass-powered booms

really shitty movie, the bright tv display

i laugh as you squint your eyes in dismay

you fall asleep and i wash the dishes

ten years ago, dreams were only wishes

ten years from now, we'll earn riches

right now, we heal from our stitches

the house is small and the table is too

my heart feels home, right here with you

i'll tell you a secret, just between us two

for the rest of my life, i'll keep loving you

— reddestofscarves, 2:30am

december 15, 2024 — she-doom

TW: implications of self deletion and dubcon/$@ near the end

she's a gift from god, she's gifted with a future

she loves science and doesn't understand how to feel heard

she'll love without reason and betray her own slaughter

and she'll always hate being compared to her own father

but time will always tell, it's a curse of mankind

to make the same mistakes and watch it rewind

but she's a woman so maybe life will spare mercy

she doesn't yet know adam is His favorite progeny

and if you ever forget why you had her

she'll cry herself to sleep at night and harbor the same laughter

cause she's the one who bears your burdens and seeks your contentment

and she's born of your love and grown on your resentment

no matter what she does, shes trapped

inescapable are your hands that attacked

growing old to find comfort in men that touch

in states of her mind she refutes to such

she'll end up like you, scared and alone

gleaming knife in skin and bone

or maybe a rope and chair to a ceiling of stone

and she'll always miss the warmth of home

— reddestofscarves, 8:32 pm

Edit Note: I'm really amazed by how much love this post got. Guess it just shows we're all in the same boat. I do have other humorous writing memes on this tumblr under the same tag, if you're interested. Never give up writing! ❤️

Edit Note 2: I can't believe this has reached 10000 notes. Been on tumblr for almost ten years (different account) and nothing like this has ever happened before. Thank you! 😊

did jesus, in his mortal body and all-knowingness, ever feel crucified by his own followers' dedication?

how was i supposed to know that to love beyond bounds doesn't guarantee reciprocation?

how deserving was i to be faced with the decision of drowning in my deep-seeded altruism or in my unconditional adoration?

- reddestofscarves, 12:36am on january 27, 2024

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ipopoke back din kita

febuary 17, 2024 — just for tonight

my curtains are closed

writing down poems i could compose

the music is slow, we're going with the flow

and i can't help but ask "what are you thinking?"

"nothing," you say, but i know things aren't easy that way

but i'll let it be, i can wait, it's okay

we don't have to talk about it

as long as you stay, we can forget about it

sometimes i still get sick

anxiety's a blood sucking tick

i say something stupid and you say life's a dick

and for a month, we'll do anything but stick

so tired of trying to be

trying to get make it in life just to be free

feeling and fearing things we can't see

why can't we be just you and me?

but until then, i'll let the silence envelop

the noise outside makes your ears swell up

so we'll make a place to dry your tears

and even just for tonight, you can let go of your fears

— reddestofscarves, 8:10 pm

march 29, 2024 — not enough

the shower i took tonight was cold

thought of the words you said the other day

the way you said it still makes me fold

you felt what i did, had no more to say

i don't like thinking about it much

easily makes me cry and such

i know the years are good enough

but you know you can't blame me for not acting tough

and i'd like to teach this one day

making the most of something means

you'll never get enough of it

so bittersweet feeling this way

you're always gonna miss every little bit

and i hope that in another reality

we'd never have to live through calamity

palms could breathe without fatality

and you'd smile without the distance i see

— reddestofscarves, 11:46pm