SEPT 29
Tonight is a difficult one.
I’m tired and I’m hurting. I left the house out of sheer restlessness and I’ve no desire to go home. I’m drained but, as of late, I’ve rarely been able to sleep for more than four hours at a time.
It’s starting to wear on me, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried.
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#journal
#streamofconsciousness
#depression
#livingwithdepression
Goat Song
dear adam,
they find you with
your head blown out
down by the pond where
your step dad likes to fish.
the gravel has your bone fragments
and
blood spatter and
brains scattered in it
like the tree in front of you with
the buckshot of your
test fire:
nobody stopped the boy with
the shotgun and the
lawn chair and the
melted butterfinger on
the sidewalk.
so, now, in the low dust
your cracked cellphone.
remnants of
your last meal:
a butterfinger wrapper.
it’s a good neighborhood.
sorry for stealing your shirts.
you’re in that lawn chair --
the one you carried under your arm through the whole
good neighborhood (it’s
a good fucking neighborhood) --
with your neck bent back
and you’re slumped slightly to the side.
you could be sunbathing:
asleep in the
sweet, oklahoma spring,
down by that funny, secret pond
in the center of all the houses
with the flowers all in bloom
in the low, electric buzz of
butter yellow sunshine
but
your brother’s hunting
shotgun: the mossberg.
From One Into The Other
When words are hindered worry with her
Step inside the silence, enter
The minds entranced abyss
All I ever wanted was more of this
Withstand the pleasure, never let her
Leave without the best, you better
Sever your selfish needs
And love until you bleed
But something has come to numb me
I’m nothing but succumbing
To what it is I’ve done
To what I’ve been running from
And someone has come to kill me
And I’m flooded with the feeling
Of what I have become
What have I now become?
Persistent nudges on your gut
Like nails clawing on your heart
Like whispers that condemn inside your head-
Like words that do not go
Like tears that dare flow
Like stares that pierce your soul
Like hands-
On your neck
Gripping the exhilarating rope-
Your self hatred never shows
But clings to you wherever you go
Inside, where no one's allowed to go-
Inside, where its roots grow-
There, it lays its home.
compromise
With gems and charms, a dozen silk and velvet horizons gave the greatest sculptor of the atom a scene so aesthetically conclusive after millions of centuries of finishing touches.
the final rise of this masterful Sun deepens with passionate point of views.
The beautiful red hair of dusk’s final moments quietly spark life into the brightest light disguised in darkness. The grace of this light, the Moon, saves the sanity of the eternal night’s infinite fear of colorless death.
Beauty and Light were as much hidden as they were seen and seemed —and out of love for Mother Earth and the infinity of the Universe, Day & Night compromised each other’s arrival and departure.
Gemnah Maley Bray
grandma
I am eternally grateful for your influence in my life. You are a beautiful soul, with such a kind heart for others. The sentiment that I hold dearest to my heart was in an article sent to me by you- It is to be your own sun- to establish within yourself an unwavering competency to be at peace with the particular way in which the world revolves around us out of our control. I often pray with a hopeful heart that you and my mother can find peace in overcoming your heartaches and have an opportunity to experience the love I know you have for one another. However, if that chance never comes, I pray you find contentment in knowing every mistep of you life was made for the purpose of teaching your daughters daughter how to grow and live better in this world. I love you I love you I love you.
I’m putting pen to paper
Writing my mind in red
Stopping every so often to
Crack my chest cavity open again the only way I can reach my precious red ink straight from my fiercely pumping organ,
the only thing that assures me that I am still alive
but do my written words speak for me properly?
Can those who read it hear my voice speaking, pleading, whispering, screaming?
Succubus
Your enchantress of plenty,
I’m a demon of dreams.
My serpent tongue hidden
Behind alluring extremes.
You'll find no redemption
In the bane of my kiss
While the tempt of my caress
Leaves you drifting in bliss.
You're flying high on my touch
And craving my plague
As my toxins disgorged
Teach you to beg.
Laced sweet from my lips,
My venom will blind
As my saccharine tongue
Poisons your mind.
Depraved with desire
And ensnared in my web
You’re selling your soul
For the flow and the ebb.
Now, damned with the rest
For these affections you crave.
You will chase my seduction
Straight to your grave…
#poetry #succubus #isitgettingscaryyet
How You Become Gay
You get really jealous when your best friend spends too much time with her boyfriend at 12.
You jokingly call Buffy the Vampire Slayer hot at 13.
Someone explains the concept of platonic girl crushes at 14.
A girl sits in your lap in class one day and you like it too much at 15.
You try making out with every guy you can get your hands on at 16.
You prove you're not a pussy by kissing a girl on a dare at a party at 17.
You drunkenly experiment [cheat on your boyfriend] with your best friend first semester of college at 18.
So you admit you're bi at 19.
You remember how your mom was so happy you weren't boy crazy like all the other girls at 11.
And how you kept watching the third Harry Potter because Emma Watson's boobs looked so good on the cover at 10.
And that you've been wearing cargo shorts and flannels since you were 9.
And you started wearing boxers at 8.
And you wanted to be a boy at 7.
And your parents learned to ask for the Hot Wheels and not the Polly Pocket in your Happy Meals by age 6.
And you remember crying because you were different from all the other girls but didn't know how or why at 5.
And that's as far back as your memory goes so you decide you either turned gay at 4 or you were born this way.
#gay #lesbian #bisexual #LGBT #comingout #bornthisway