My lawyer died unexpectedly a few days ago. To most people, this probably wouldn't be a big deal. But for me... he was a savior. He helped me during my divorce and all the years of restraining orders and court hearings and restraining order violations. He made me feel safe. He spoke for me when … Continue reading Background Noise
The time is now! Amazing writing by S.K. Nicholas.
In my left hand, there’s a lump of clay. In my right, a cigarette. The days are godless as they are sexless. There are those that worship science. There are those that believe we are reaching somewhere. And yet as I suck down the smoke deep into my lungs, I can’t help but feel as if it’s all just an illusion. We are here, and we know what it’s like to be here, and although I can see and taste and touch the fabric of these days, none of it exists. The pursuit of information is a fine one, and we should never push the ideology of ignorance, but neither should we strut around thinking we’re a gift. There’s balance in everything. Neither one extreme nor the other. Be yourself but know you’re nothing. Be kind but know there’s no reward. Fuck and be tender and praise the one you love…
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Amazing writing!
Are you brave enough
to love the suicide girl
pierced with silver
dressed in black ink
whose vanity
was shorn off with her hair?
Are you strong enough to drive away
the wolves who worry her door?
Can your words drown out
their mournful howls
calling out to her feral heart?
Are you ready for the demons
who come with black roses
during long dark nights of her soul
whispering their ugly lies
poking her deepest fears with their dirty nails
wooing her to the razor sharp edge?
Or are you just another would-be lover
who tasted death on her tongue
the blood in her tears
and ran?
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Sarah says it best!
They say
that the past
doesn’t define you.
So tell me, then,
why is my every day
filled with fear?
© Sarah Doughty
There is a darkness tied up inside Breaching the boundaries Captivity amplified It’s difficult to breath Contaminating me Skin and bones With no one home But for all That should not be spoken Teetering on the edge Elaborate steps to prevent malice From being woken These are the secrets I keep Lest a stir, a … Continue reading Untied
