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to sloom [dutch]: a light sleep; doze, slumber
this blog is centralized around sloom; a daydream, a deep sleep, nostalgic stories and hazy memories. in here you will find many references to nature and nighttime and reminiscing. this is all intentional.
“Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.”
Wally Lamb
a letter from past sloom, written in the summer of 2019. after finding it again in my archives, it felt very sweet and poetic and so fitting for my blog.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
one day
i want to be with someone
whose heart tingles at the thought of a gift from me
taking the songs on my mixtape
like a series of love poems
keeping them wherever they go.
someone who wants to experience
so much with me
treating my love like delicate flower petals.
someone who will beam with excitement
at my performances
feeling so proud of my accomplishments.
someone who can undoubtedly, unapologetically, love me.
🌺 signed,
retrospective memories
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
a spoken word poem I wrote about a year ago. I also recorded myself performing it, which you can check out below. ｡*ﾟ+.*.｡
Read along with the audio recording! (click here for SoundCloud link if button isn’t working)
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
the first time
I notice the rhythm in my chest
once the calm of a river
become the crash of a waterfall
sinking deep into my stomach
grabbing for my gut
like a diver finding a treasure chest of gold
but ignoring it
only expecting to end up with dirt
and it’s not that you’re the dirt
in fact you’re anything but
but i’m afraid of searching
only for nothing to be found
I’m afraid I’ll have to come up to the surface
with what could be diamonds
maybe?
I am afraid of spending so much time
under the water that I forget to breathe
but what I could never forget
are the sparkles in your eyes
when you speak of what you love
your essence inside
a burning inferno
drawing me toward you like a moth
and as I get warmer
and embrace your flames
will you give me the chance
or return me with scars?
as I get warmer
you might burn me out
but without you
it only gets colder out
you comfort me
even as your cool winds send shivers down my spine
your chills colour my cheeks a shade of pink
i find my palms a nervous cold sweat
my mind a whirlwind of thoughts
calling out your name
every time
time
and time again
I find myself experiencing you
as if it was the first time.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
a poem I wrote last summer, inspired by a photo I took of a patch of flowers being shadowed by my silhouette. I eventually turned this poem into a short song. maybe I’ll post it one day.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
flower girl
she’s made up of flowers
a flesh caressing her blooming soul
whispering wisps of the most delicate touch
wherever her shadow goes
she’s there with her
like a friend
who’s never left her side
calm as silent skies
she waits behind
rowing ships,
she couldn’t wait any longer
oh, she traces stars
sky freckles
oh, a garden float
of twinkling petals
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
ʚ sloom ɞ 