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Trevor Dowe Apr 4
Trust is fickle
I can bare my darkest secrets and my deepest emotions to strangers
Yet, letting the both coexist in the minds of the same people feels too risky
Why is it so hard to be completely vulnerable with any single person
I piece my hopes and fears, desires and needs out, sometimes recklessly, in hopes of finding something meaningful
Though rarely to the same people
I'd find it laughable, if I wasn't so afraid of being punished, in one way or another, for being fully authentic
I share one thing with a satirical depiction of masculinity, the mask of normalcy.
Yet its veneer is wearing thin and its facade is cracking and repairing it takes more and more effort only to see new fractures and new peeling paint
Do I wear the mask because I despise who lies beneath?
Rambling semi-poetic word soup
Trevor Dowe Apr 4
Mores the fool, me
To reach out without setting expectations
To harbor burgeoning hope
For planting the seedlings of love

Mores the fool, me
To hope for romance in a sea of transactional lust
To give port to the illusion
For watering my attraction

Mores the fool, me
To trust your words despite the signal flags
To give you berthing
For sheltering you against the storm

Mores the fool, me
To allow myself to fall for the obvious lies
To try and tie you to the dock
For bringing you upon my island

Mores the fool, me
A question for the audience: How can love be found when romance is predicated on an exchange of money?
Trevor Dowe Apr 4
Time wasted or time well spent
What laughable concepts
The only valuable metric is time enjoyed
So love fiercely and deeply
Bring joy and warmth with every step
Look not to compare but to uplift
Bear the light of empathy and compassion
For this world is a struggle enough to explore alone
Let your spirit fly free and let hope inspire
Create and ignite the passion of others
Let no hate latch its claws upon the brightness
And let anger and resentment wash away with the tides
No easy tasks, but the struggle and satisfaction
Are eminently worth it
Let not failure bar your way
It is but a stepping stone on the path of improving
Acknowledge mistakes but take accountability for them
Share what can be spared and let not pride bar reaching for or accepting help.
Break and destroy injustice and inequity
Suffer not tyrants and bring them low
Join hands with those who would do these things
Embrace differences and try new things
Explore and discover, breathe and relax
Have a dose of mostly positivity and community
Trevor Dowe Apr 4
In the darkest hours, when no light can be found
Thoughts twist and bite, writhe and fester
As sleep escapes and eludes all struggling grasps
Can't sleep, there are enemies nearby
Trevor Dowe Apr 4
No eyes to see the lies
Or ears to hear the truth

No mouth to speak
Or hands to make

No heart to beat its rhythm
Or feet to follow in time

No love to weep
Or soul to reap
An experiment with diptychs
Trevor Dowe Apr 4
What despair, this bleak existence causes
In pain and suffering unending
With no escape and no forbearance
How does one cope with immortality
And the inability to cease
What recourse, as empathy bleeds
From every attempted connection
Lost or denied, broken or abandoned
Like the innocence of childhood
As hope fades into hurt and love turns to ash
And the taste of dust consumes all
What divine punishment is this
What curse is laid upon the ******
To cause such immeasurable torment
Rage at the chains that bind life and soul to flesh and bone
Who holds the lit flame to burn the world to the ground
Or to cast light onto the blighted and reviled
If there is no finality and no surcease
When does time become irrelevant
As seconds and epochs are ones in the same
Is there no why, no how
To combat such strife
To bear conflict to the oppression of reality
Is a fools errand, a childish whimsy
Beaten down and shattered upon the indifferent earth
No warmth can ward off the chill of eternity
Peace, serenity, passion, and ambition are lies
Told to distract the youth from
The truth of what is to come
Falsehoods and fabrications woven
Into tapestries of feigned glory and imagined pride
As the stars flicker and sniff out
Does ever the watcher still ache
For what was and what could have been
Know now that this neither fate nor destiny
It just is, as the lonely tide washes away
All that was known and all that was
Until all that remains is solitude and tears
That never fall and never leak
They might even be a myth
For none, but one, will ever know the truth
Remorse and fear long since missing
Where does infinity begin to lose meaning
The vessel, now empty, floats on currents invisible
No attachment lies unbroken
As inevitable betrayals follow the pale rider
And the boatman beckons all, save for the solitary figure
Trapped and bound to witness beyond the end of all things
Can this pact not be negated, is it profane to desire escape
No answer can be found, for the question is, like all else
Meaningless
As sanity collapses, like a wave upon the shore
As breath is stolen by the void
Is the weight of apathy a burden or a boon
Torturous promises lay rent asunder
And the towering rise of once quenched thirst for joy topples
Can emptiness be it's own reward
Don't try immortality kids, it's a scam.
Trevor Dowe Mar 24
Stuck like a fly, I'm paralyzed by choices
Everything needs to get done
But like Ouroboros, eating his own tail
The tasks are a circle with every place to start requiring a different task to be done
It's a sisyphean struggle to get started on most things
Yet words are my escape
I share my dreams with others
As their stories flow into me
My consciousness recedes
Rarely enough to have  complete silence
But even whispers are a relief
From the thunderous yells
"You're just lazy!" and "You'll never amount to anything."
Those words and more echo through my mind
Every second of every minute of every day.
Wistful "if only"'s of impossible scenarios
Are my constant refrain
All efforts I make turn to ash and dust
Just taking the next step, the next breath is a fight
It's feels like it's me against the world
And that weight is heavier than I can hold
Sometimes, the darkest days give the most inspiration, while others choke the will to survive. And little by little its grip tightens, it won't get me today.
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