Sunday, October 08, 2017

Self Hate

sometimes things that we love end up killing us.
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my glass isn't half anything
it's just plain empty

all the things that i ever had
leave me one by one

the fibres that make my being
start unravelling slowly

what goes around comes around
and it's coming back to choke me

it's okay if you want to leave 
i don't want me too

alas, i am stuck in my limbo
dragging me into darkness

but i accept it now, this is me-
broken, and cracked open

you can try and put me together
or blitz me in a blender

it doesn't matter. nothing does
you can't hate me-

as much as i hate myself.
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Although it might seem like it, I don't hate myself and honestly no one should go so far into self hatred that they cannot function anymore. I just wanted to explore a thought that I had and it turned into this poem!
xx
Ritz

Friday, July 28, 2017

Guest Post by Cilia

Today's post is a guest post done by one of my favourite bloggers, cilia from when I grow up I want to be a granny , who is one the most hardworking bloggers I know and all of her content is very unique and original! For this post, Cilia will be walking you guys through her art process and style...Hope you enjoy!

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Stormy Days

Before I leave you guys to read my poem, here's little backstory...
When i'm sad, I always always imagine a storm cloud on my head, this storm slowly spreads through my mood, and I feel like every time I speak to someone when i'm sad, i'm giving a bit of my storm to them, so most of the time I avoid speaking. As you are reading, you will notice that every line starts with the word that the previous line ends with, this is done to show that sadness slowly builds up on everything that one feels and it creates a chain reaction. This pattern is broken towards the end to show that I have decided to fight back. Hope you enjoy reading!

STORMY DAYS

Monday, July 03, 2017

Little Me

So, the other day (see also yesterday) I realised that I was (am) a very weird kid. How have I realised this you ask? Well two of my friends and I were walking and we somehow ended up talking about *drumroll* our childhood (Well more like pre-adolescence). Anyways that is when I realised that, none of my friends could relate to what I said and up until that moment I thought that everyone must've done the same things. But, apparently not. Anyways here's a list of, you guessed it...