Repressed Screaming: Favorites

Apr 2017 Repressed Screaming

Gidgette

She stood, barefoot,
at his burial
It was August and hot
Her onyx, knee length hair, hung loose,
blowing in the storm she was conjuring
Hailing from the eastern skies
Her burnt oil eyes, dry
She had no need for tears,
Heaven would cry for her
Born the first of 13
in a long line of darkened blood
300 years bread from Ireland,
to the Cumberland mountains and rolling hills
Every first before her, Born with a caul
"Knowing"
Each generation striving for 3 daughter's and seven sons
Seventh sons born water witches
Each first daughter a
"Seer", amongst other dark blessings
Cauls kept, and buried at midnight 'neath willow branches for blessings
These first daughters,
bore one of three hairs,
raven black, silver, or gold
from birth
Never greying
I watched her
stayed with my grandmother
beside her husband's grave
Till night fell
Her hair, never went grey

..

Mar 2017 Repressed Screaming

Alcoholism

Mar 2017 Repressed Screaming

Willow-Anne

Alcoholism

She’s more fun when she is drunk
At least…until she’s not
Because she’s puking in the toilet
And regretting her last shot

She’s more confident when she’s drunk
Gorgeous and ready to score
Until she looks in a mirror
And feels even uglier than before

She likes herself more when she is drunk
Until that feeling goes away
When she is so far beyond gone
That her self-hatred comes out to play

She’s happier when she’s drunk
All her issues leave her brain
But they all come crashing back at once
And cause her so much pain

She likes the world more when drunk
It’s filled with so much good
Until one little thing sets her off
And she hates it all more than she should

She likes life more when she’s drunk
Her mind for once feels still
Terrified of losing that feeling
She soon wants to end things with a pill

But she can stop any time she wants
Or so she’d have you believe
Because alcohol makes her seem so happy
That is, until all her friends leave

Edit: (3/10/17) Oh my goodness! I haven't logged on in a couple of days and boy did I miss a lot!
I am doing my best to respond to all your messages and comments now! Sorry for the wait!
Thank you all so much for such an overwhelming amount of love and support <3 You guys are amazing
For those of you who struggle with addiction of any kind, hang in there, and I hope you all find the help and support you need <3
Best wishes to you all. And thank you again <3

Edit: (3/11/17)
Alrighty, so I just got a very long message that without going too into details accused me of poking fun at alcoholism with this poem. I would just like to be very clear that this poem was in no way inteaded to make fun of the illness that is alcoholism, and if it came off that way to anyone else, I am truely truely sorry. Words can not express that enough for I very much wished the opposite intent. Alcoholism (and addiction in general) is a very serious illness that I take very seriously. I sinceraly hope that anyone who is struggling with it gets the help they need and those of you who are in recovery, I am proud of you. Stay strong and continue to work towards it <3
Once again, my sincere apologies again to anyone who was offended.
Love to you all <3 - Willow-Anne

Mar 2017 Repressed Screaming

In Which A Former Love Of Romeo's Is Unsurprised It Came To All That

Mar 2017 Repressed Screaming

Wk kortas

In Which A Former Love Of Romeo's Is Unsurprised It Came To All That

His oaths were all crimson passion,
(Oh, fleeting, evanescent boy!)
But were simply passing fashion,
Discarded like some broken toy
Put on or off as he saw fit
(Not employed for some higher good:
The fondling of some harlot’s ***,
The plucking of some maidenhood.)
Prolifigate in the bedroom
In constancy, he remained chaste
Cast in the role of a bridegroom
The play’s ending he brought in haste
(I say this without levity;
Forever is but brevity.)

#romeoandjuliet #romeoromeoyougotabigshow

Feb 2017 Repressed Screaming

Comedown

Feb 2017 Repressed Screaming

James Leggett

Comedown

delay of a dead winter
when prospects of warm
feature across familiar ground
the steps taken with unflinching certainty
perfected in decades of practice

where sneakers and ***** jeans
defined endless afternoons caked in dirt
from the backyard
where we shared every dream we've ever had
and stole each others secrets for eternity

broken lips unleash frigid air
waiting for the train
to some temporary employment
something to save a little money
while this future still waits to give an answer

the sound of your soft voice
singing into my ear as you played with my hair
while our bodies felt like one
and we ignored time as long as we could

in the wilderness of old graffiti
staring you down, waiting for the Path
shined shoes trembling
refusing to accept this

it's the next day and the one after
the job ends
the waiting begins
you find yourself in a familiar room
wondering how you ended up here

Feb 2017 Repressed Screaming

To Break a Woman

Feb 2017 Repressed Screaming

Lvice

To Break a Woman

Works like a cliff hanger
Dropping off her lips
Don't ask her where she's been
She's had a lot to miss
She wanted to feel free. So she broke apart her wings
She tore away the things that made her heavy
The ability to fly was a burden on her shoulders
Knowing that she could not get away

He held her back by pinching her wings
Holding her in every way but gently
She would shatter if he'd stop holding her

For once she was ready to let go
To render her pieces to fly

She left her heart behind
She said "I" more often
She became icy hot
She was slick as rain

She was
She became
*She is free

Feb 2017 Repressed Screaming

Clipped Wings

Feb 2017 Repressed Screaming

James Leggett

Clipped Wings

they said you just died
though it seemed your death itself
was 10 years in the making

she'll claim it's so sad
and her heart is finally shattered
though the moral support
a mask so easy to hide behind
can ******* the weakest minds

obligations to cry
and weep into empty telephones
when relief is instilled in the bleakest tones
something you would've agreed with

they'll lay you into the ground
or onto an ascending throne
we'll choose to forget the shell
and recognize the former you
the one capable of standing
tall enough for the winds
to carry into flight

This is about my grandfather who just died at the age of 99. He struggled with dementia for the last decade of his life. Hoping he has eternal rest now.

Feb 2017 Repressed Screaming

Burning Memories

Feb 2017 Repressed Screaming

Gregory Dun Aer

Burning Memories

Half a year's worth of memories became ashes in the wind
that dimmed the light from where I seemed to have fallen.
The autumn comes soon but monsoon storms await me,
the safety I found in your arms have seem to dissipate
and motions of decay seem to slowly envelop me.
Rigor Mortis
This feeling of missing you is similar to torture
I've spent a quarter of my lifetime wishing for someone like you
but then you came and took that away from me.
I am tired,
I am awake but I am tired,
and soon I will fade;
like a scorched moment, the ashes seem to float into the sky;
I'd lie if I weren't feeling hurt,
but the dirt seems to comfort me enough.

Half a year's worth of memories became ashes in the wind.

Feb 2017 Repressed Screaming

Decay

Feb 2017 Repressed Screaming

Gidgette

Decay

I decay
The smell of my own rotting flesh,
Fills the stale air
Lips, that once graced softened skin are gone
Baring jagged teeth and exposed jaw bone
Ears, that so loved any melody,
Have long since turned to blackened jerky
I lay in this satin lined box,
Decaying,
My fingers, Are no more than fragments
of once workable things
Worms and maggots long ago,
devoured what little piece of heart you left me with
It's dark in here
And still
I don't rest

Feb 2017 Repressed Screaming

Shining Death Shroud

Feb 2017 Repressed Screaming

Gidgette

Shining Death Shroud

Ah, but you did succeed
There in your darkened deed
With your great hands of death
Stealing, My last, dry breath
And without a single uttered sound
Laying me in cold ground
Should I give Thee praise
For the shortening of my days?
Should I thank thee kindly,
For your acting so blindly?
The earth speaks as it consumes
And at the very least I'm given lovely tomb
A shining death shroud
Ah, are you proud?!
Do you remember me With the wind
My darling, murderous friend?
This silken shroud, my death dress
You didn't forget the scarlet "A" upon my breast
The earth won't quiet,
and I shall never rest~A