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I may not feel your emotions, but I can still feel mine
I do not say these things to you, do I?
And for the record, I don’t enjoy it when you cry
I am merely satisfied
That you get what you deserve
For treating me so poorly
And playing pin-the-blame, while claiming you were justified
In screaming, yelling, throwing hands
While I sit watching patiently
Face blank, composed, while you insult me
Pretending I don’t shake inside
Pretending I can take the noise
pretending my breathing is still steady
Watching you with perfect poise
Frozen in my peaceful stare
As you berate me for things beyond my control
Waiting until I cannot bear
Then striking back without a care
Or so it seems, as I rip you to shreds, and you scream and cry and I brace myself
For getting blamed for fighting back, for standing strong
Because I refuse to be bullied
Still pretending I don’t care
Pretending I am an inferno
Instead of a dying candle
Crushed in angry hands
Blown out by icy wind
Of those who claim to take care of me
I am not a psychopath
I am the only stable one in current company
104 · Jan 2
Everything
There's a beauty in letting go. A freedom in giving up. A peace in surrender. After fighting for so long in the dark, blinded by expectations and pelted by reality, fighting, fighting until you no longer remember what you're fighting for. Escape the gilded cage of sanity! Just let go. Break the machine. Succumb to the anarchy of the soul. And take a breath for the first time since you were a child, when reality meant nothing to you and you were everything and nothing at all.

Return to your dream-state, that peace between sleep and waking, where everything is whole and one, and you are warm all the way through. Where the patter of rain and voices blows like a breeze through your soul. Where you don't think, only feel. Remember what it was like to feel love. Take a breath of blissful oblivion before the searing bludgeon of reality rips you from the fog and everything shatters. Turn back time, to where nothing mattered, and beauty was never far away. Return to a time where you had no worries, and you were not aware of your own naivete. Inhale exhale inhale exhale inhale exhale listen carefully as you inhale exhale and try to remember why you're here, what your purpose is. You knew, once upon a time. Find it.

Time is harsh, it waits for nobody. No matter how loud, how desperately you scream "Stop!", it seems to move ever faster, ripping you away from temporary pleasure. We have no power over it. We have no power, and yet we still fight. Why? Ask yourself, ask yourself why you are still fighting. What reason do you have to live? Who do you fight for? Why do you stay? Do you even have a reason?

Look beyond to a world of color, past the fog and gray of reality. We have no power over reality. We have no power over anything. So I ask again, why do we fight? Release yourself. Reality cannot change, and we cannot either. As much as we fight against it, we are bound by reality and its rules. Bound to who we are. Unchangeable and unbreakable are we.

There is a monster inside all of us and it takes great bravery to embrace it. Most of us are too afraid, and keep fighting, fighting, fighting to deny it. What right do we have to claim to be good? Embrace the darkness. There's a beauty in letting go.

You people don't know what it's like to live. You're drifting, floating through your miserable existence on screens, idolizing people just as sad as you are. In a world devoid of color, you blend right in to the grayscale tragedy of what we call "normal". It's ridiculous! Too afraid to take risks, to prim and proper for adventure, too worldly to understand true beauty, too selfish for love. You flee from the ugly truth of existence and choose to hide in falsities of your own design. You don't think. You think you know everything but you know nothing. I mourn you.

This world is so beautiful, but to experience it, you have to get beyond the wretched order of civility. Don't stop running until you reach the place where color is everywhere, where the sun and the sea and the mountains and the forest are brighter than any screen and stronger than any worldly riches. Where you're finally warm. Don't stop running until you can look up and see heaven in the sky, until the sunset and the clouds and the stars and the breeze breathe new life into you like you've never felt before,.

Surrender to who you are meant to be. Light can only come from darkness. This world is not meant to be plain, not designed for boredom and black and white. We were made for color and chaos and freedom and risk and adventure. We came from nothing and to nothing we will return. Only our souls are endless, and they yearn constantly for the freedom of what is beyond life.

We idolize life, idolize existence. In our endless pursuit of pleasure we fail to see what's actually important. We've grown blind to beauty. We are NPC's, wandering through life doing whatever we're told, never thinking for ourselves.

The saddest thing is: It's never going to change. We're never going to change. The condition of the world, of humanity, worsens steadily and will continue to worsen until God comes to save us all. We cannot change, do not have the capacity to change, myself included. We are doomed to disintegration of the soul, doomed to slowly spiral into a cruel insanity called normalcy. We cannot change, we cannot fight. But we can let go.

So find the music. Find the poems. Seep into them, into the music and the lyrics and the words and the feelings until you become them. Listen carefully to every note and word and melody. See every moment, watch closely. Exit your body until you are floating above it all, noticing everything, feeling everything, loving everything.

Let go
Let go
Let go

Exhale inhale exhale inhale exhale inhale exhale inhale until you feel yourself becoming yourself, becoming the world, becoming a phantom and a planet and a child and a monster and an angel and an animal and yourself and everybody else and most of all become feeling, become love and desire and pain and rage and beauty and joy and peace.

There's a freedom in letting go
103 · Apr 22
Madness
"I know how they feel. I've been there. I've been crazy. It's kind of... amazing, really."

A sharp exhale
Finally breathe again!
Madness, madness
is the world
ending
or beginning,
do you think?
Apocalypse
Apocalypse
Genesis
Exodus
The freedom
of madness

Wild
like a child
running running running
without end or goal or any intention
just running running running for the sake of going faster
for the sake of feeling free
rolling through the grass
in the snow
down a hill
frolicking, flying
dizzy dizzy dizzy
frolic ever faster
laughter tearing through the throat
of the free and wild child
child, child
children of madness
children of madness are we
and we are free

Sanity
a state
a rule
or simply just a construct
meant to keep us from seeing
to keep us stuck in black-and-white
and blurry lines and boring bricks
where really there is so much more
a dozen other colors that only the mad can see
A whole new kind of magic
that only the insane believe
a magic that tells us NEVER STOP!
Never stop running
We have learned to scream silently
to hide our tears and pain
only the madmen know
they know, they know, they see
screams are meant to be screamed
scream scream scream for all to hear
and maybe they'll start screaming too

They fear us
(the sane do)
they fear our invincible majesty
As we glow in wild colors
that blind their fragile eyes
we pity them
for they have forgotten
they've forgotten!
How to see or hear or feel
we try, we try to teach them how
but they no longer speak our language
instead they watch with wary eyes
watch us like wild animals
for they still see themselves as human
they still see themselves as prey
they think we're crazy
we're enlightened!
We know what we are meant to do
who they call Monsters we call friends
and howl howl howl at the moon together

Madness, madness, madness, madness
We scream we scream with all we see
all the ways the people falter
held hostage by ghosts with no real power
but the power of fear
we laugh in the face of danger and evil
for we are unstoppable!
We are monsters! and we are animals!
but we have more soul than the sane could ever dream of
the freedom
the freedom
of madness
102 · Jan 23
Noise/silence
My whole life I have
Fought
And never won
Ran
And never escaped
Cried
And never been comforted
Tried
And never succeeded
Hoped
And never gotten lucky
Pleaded
And never been spared
Screamed
And never been heard


I
Give
Up


If there’s no hope for me anyway,
Why
Even
Try

“There’s a freedom in letting go. A beauty in giving up, a peace in surrender. After fighting for so long in the dark, blinded by expectations and pelted by reality, fighting, fighting until you no longer remember what you’re fighting for. Escape the gilded cage of sanity! Just let go. Succumb to the anarchy of the soul. And take a breath for the first time since you were a child, where reality meant nothing to you, and you were everything and nothing at all.”

Today I let go
Today I return to my dream-state
Today I am free

Do as you wish to me
You cannot break what has already
Shattered
I’m done. I’m done hoping that this will be the time you choose to change, choose to care about me. I give up. Once this is over, I’m walking away and never looking back. Perhaps then you’ll finally learn your lesson, as I have learned mine. Don’t
Trust
Anyone

They think they know everything. Ha! I’ll show them
99 · Jan 2
Cartoon Sunset
cartoon sun
follows us
rays spiking the dark
holding it
back
holding
on
cartoon sunset
real,
gone
Vultures
circle
to feed on the dead

Blood
rains
down
down
down
on the ignorant

Wars
killers
bodies in their wake

Maggots
swarm
hungry
hungry
hungry
eating away at the innocent

Sapphire
fog
time passes disregarded

Sharks
frenzy
blood
blood
blood
in the water

Sun
shines
dully and unseen

Zombies
mind-controlling
lambs
lambs
lambs
to the slaughter

Periwinkles
blossom
but nobody sees

Triumph
odyssey
pain
pain
pain
on the people

Hope
waits
but no one believes

Sky
falls
crush
crush
crushing
the steeple
94 · Aug 30
Marching
Stomp
Stomp
Stomp

Sneakered feet
Marching
In unison
and identical uniform
Up the stairs

Like prisoners to their cells
Or victims to the slaughter

But for us
A
Monday
93 · Aug 30
Eternity
Contemplating eternity
Our minds will be bound by time no longer
We will not be divided by what we have seen or lived
But united in the infinity of our minds
Sermon notes
89 · Sep 7
VICTIM AND VILLAIN
Victim and villain
Beloved killer and
Broken boy with nobody else to
Cling to so tightly
Smiles so lightly
As victim and villain warmly embrace

He said
Why oh why would you ever choose me
I couldn’t lose thee
You’re all that I have but
Your so perfect
Even Aphrodite
Couldn’t compare to your smile

And the killer
Replied

Why oh why would you think I can’t love thee
Wanted you to choose me
But I was afraid
Cause you’re so perfect
Forced myself to leave for I
Was terrified to hurt you

Victim and villain
Beloved killer and
Broken boy with nobody else to
Cling to so tightly
Smiles so lightly
As victim and villain warmly embrace

Victim and villain
Beloved killer and
Broken boy with nobody else to
Cling to so tightly
Smiles so lightly
As victim and villain warmly embrace

On sleepless nights
In the dark and the cold
They hold
Each other so tight
And the dark one, whispers in the ear of the one that he loves
And he says:

“Why oh why did I think that I’d lose thee
Lost in the memories
Of all of the nights
We spent together
Longing for something
Something like what we have now”

“Darling, darling, you’ll never lose me
The thought that you choose me
Still makes me smile
‘Cause you’re so perfect
Know you’ll never hurt me
Together for eternity”

Victim and villain
Beloved killer and
Broken boy with nobody else to
Cling to so tightly
Smiles so lightly
As victim and villain warmly embrace
Song I’ve been working on
What do you do when you
Forget
How to write
When the words inside you
Hide
Deep in the deaths of your mind
When, no matter how long you swim
Down
Down
Down
Until the sea is the color of ink,
The words still evade you.
The body is a cage
But the mind is
Infinite
And has infinite places to hide
I wish I had as much control as those sneaky little words do
Wish I knew how to hide like them
Wish the uncharted territory of my amygdala was lit up with bioluminescence
Like other, safer parts of my brain
I wish I understood
Understood why I’ve
Forgotten
How to write.
84 · Jan 7
Why?
Why did we forget how to live?
Why did we forget how to love?
Why did we lose sight of what's important?

Why do we fear things we don't understand,
instead of learning how to understand them?

Why do we despise anyone "different"
and pretend to be a myth called "normal"?

Why do we mistreat God's beautiful creation,
and scorn and squirm and say it's gross?

Why do we get to decide who deserves respect, and why do we make those decisions on trivial things, like skin and age and money?

Why are we afraid to take risks, to get *****, to fall or fail?
Why do we hide from pain and blood and danger?

What is wrong with us?
What disease of human nature has cursed us so?

We go about the motions of survival without really living,
and wonder why we're depressed,
why we feel that life is meaningless.
We make it meaningless!

We need to shed the restraints of sanity!

We need to ask ourselves
WHY.
Why are we partaking in this foolishness?
Why don't we seek out something better?
Why do we settle?
Why did we stop believing in magic?

Why did we forget how to live?
Patience
Cause you know without a doubt
they can't break you
You'll never ask for help that's how they
take you
Can't shake you
Won't change you

You're being pushed into the deep end
Sinking to the bottom
Running out of air
Is it ever gonna stop
You'll never know for certain
If your lungs give out
So you fight with all your might
And **** your doubt
Go without

All clarity
The dark that grows inside
It's a masterpiece
It turns you inside out
And you have no relief
And it's hard to see
Or too far to see

You're being pushed into the deep end
Sinking to the bottom
Running out of air
Is it ever gonna stop
You'll never know for certain
If your lungs give out
So you fight with all your might
Knowing without a doubt
You'll get out

Your breath
Is catching in your throat
Your vision starts to blur
So easy just to go- whoa
You tried
But can you really make it
You're counting down the seconds
Your freedom, it beckons
Just hold on

You're being pushed into the deep end
Sinking to the bottom
Running out of air
Is it ever gonna stop
You'll never know for certain
If your lungs give out
So you fight with all your might
You'll survive, still alive
You got out
72 · Sep 1
Drowning
Drowning out their screaming
I escape into beautiful worlds in my mind
Attempting to forget the one my body is trapped in
Loud music echoing through my ears
To still my pounding heart
If I must be held captive in this hell
At least I can flee to my dreamstate
And find some semblance of peace
64 · Aug 30
Dancing leaves
Swirling
Together
A magical, impossible dance
In unseen wind
Just for them
Reminding me
To breathe
62 · Aug 31
Countdown
Weary
I am
But wait
I must

I will not give up
Not when I am so close
To freedom
61 · Aug 31
The things I write
The things I write terrify me
When I look back on them with what I hope is a sound mind
50 · Aug 30
At the end
At the end of the day
The truth is
A stranger
Treated me kinder during my pain
Than my mother did
50 · Sep 16
The angry truth
How can we abridge the gap between our worlds
Mend the rift that keeps us distant
We must surmount the rising chaos
Terminate the growing dissent

Our sanity is being pilfered
Usurped by a darkness which calls our names
The truth, the truth, fabricated, filtered
Our gluttony will be our end

Metaphorical marauder
Overflowing, eminent
We try to exorcise its growing power
Yet it remains irate and dominant

We condone cherubic altercations
Toxicity disguised as love
Yet we abridge our consolations
Adherent not to the powers above

We are but paupers on the street
Preaching problematic prophesies
Creating trite philosophies
Semblances of what we could be
49 · Aug 31
Crows at Sunset
Circling, circling
As I lie dying in the sun

Waiting, waiting
For my labored breathing to stop

Keeping, distance
Knowing I have suffered enough

Watching, watching
Dark angels watching over me

Patient, patient
Cawing their kind condolences

Hungry, hungry
As my heart stops they circle in

Pecking, pecking
Their beaks on flesh the only sound

Flying, flying
Wings beat against the setting sun

Sky, darkening
Shrouding my peaceful skeleton
From the prompt "Crows at Sunset" by LeighH
Today
She stroked my hair
As I laid in her lap
With my legs stretched out
On the chairs
In the auditorium
People all around us
Talking
Laughing
Oblivious to the blissful smile on my face
As she stroked my hair gently
Long nails lightly scratching my scalp
And I wish
God I wish
I could have laid there forever
Maybe, with potential new romance on the horizon, I can finally look at her how I'm meant to: as a best friend, and nothing more.
46 · Aug 31
Into the caves
The void
Beckons
Its ancient walls scrawled with mystery
Fear
Spiraling
Through the maze
Unknown
Caverns
With eerie whispers protruding through the desolate silence
Echoing through the expanse
Lightless
Suffocating
And cold
And yet, something beautiful about it
Something peaceful
Welcoming
To they who can withstand the darkness inside
There is something so pleasant
About sitting in the dark corridors of my brain
Contemplating
45 · Aug 30
Don’t you know?
Don’t you know
That every cruel word
Every emotional blow
Every undeserved punishment
Every failure to take any semblance of responsibility
Just drives me one step closer to leaving

Don’t you know
That this roller coaster
Of love and abuse
Is what destroyed her in the first place
Destroyed the daughter too beautiful for this terrible world
And created me
A monster
Who refused to refer to myself as your child
Created to be vicious
Created to survive
What she couldn’t

Don’t you know
You almost killed her
You’ll never get her back
You can’t have me either
As soon as it’s time
I’ll be gone

Don’t you know
By the time you realize
You failed
It will be too late
44 · 4d
Mourning
I am in mourning
of a man
Who I met
in a dream

He knew just
what I was
And he was
just the same

We fell
in love quietly
Just watching
each other

Both of us
monsters
Dark souls
bonded together

He was patient
and still
With both me
and the corpses

I was awkward
at first
But he made me
feel whole

He was a killer
that's true
But I wanted
to be just like him

Murderers
in unity
teacher
and pupil

He told me
who he was
when I confided
in him

I was afraid
to be alone
He had resigned
to his fate

But when I whispered
in quiet shame
"I am
a monster"

He put his hand
on my shoulder
And whispered back
"so am I"

He told me
just then
of the people
he's killed

I listened
in awe
in some twisted
form of hope

The next time
we met
it was with a body
between us

Our scalpel-wielding
hands touching
gently over
the cold flesh

With quiet words
and peaceful enthusiasm
He taught me to ****
he taught me to love

It was then
I woke up
I woke up
far too soon

And I cried
in my pillow
mourning
a dream
I had quite possibly the strangest dream I've ever had last night (which is saying a lot). My family learned somewhat of the darkness inside of me, and I believe he was meant to be my therapist? I don't quite remember, I forgot many defining details by the time I woke up. After I told him everything, he gave me a box, with all of my **** secrets written down inside. It had a lock only I could open. He told me to go hide it somewhere safe, so no one else could ever use it to hurt me, and then come back to him. Confused, I did what he told, and came back. There, we sat on the floor and he told me his own secret: he was a serial killer. He told me I didn't have to be alone. He told me he would teach me. I don't know how old I was in the dream, but I was still quite young, and I think he was in his 30s, which is a bit strange to think about with a logical, fully awake brain, but nothing about the dream felt creepy in that way. He was such a kind murderer, patient and still. I was so awkward around him, and I didn't really know what I was doing, but he never made me feel small or inexperienced. I don't remember what was said during the lesson he gave me, with the body on the table. But I do remember how warm it made me feel, even in the cold room. We kept getting interrupted before we could start. I kept having to leave. It was infuriating! Each time I came back, the body was a bit more decomposed. It didn't seem to matter to him though. Finally, the lesson was able to begin. I knew we were in love right then. We never flirted, or kissed, there was never anything romantic at all. It was just how we felt when we looked at each other. He made me calm, and peaceful. I was so perfectly warm inside. But we had barely started when I woke up. I had kicked all my blankets off me at some point in the night. I tried desperately to re-enter the dream, but I failed. The last thing I remember thinking before falling back asleep was his name: Victor Brown. I know how disturbing this sounds, but I can't think of anything but how much it hurt to wake up and realize I'd never see him again. I think I'm going to write a book. I can't let go. No one reads these poems anyway, so there's no one to judge me I suppose. I just needed to remember
43 · 6d
Bloodied
And I try
And I try
But you have mastered the art of closing your eyes tight as I bare my wounded
Open heart to you
Waiting desperately for you to open your eves and see how I bleed

But you never do
And eventually
I cannot kneel there in tears any longer
I must rescue myself from my own impending doom because you certainly won’t

So I pick myself off my knees and retreat back inside myself to stitch up what’s left of my heart

And all the blood I’ve spilled seeking acceptance I’ll never receive only makes me thirsty for more
I was once a lover
A quiet kind of peace
Yes I was a lover once
But it was just a dream

I was once a killer
My bloodied hands were cold
But I was warm despite it all
For in my lovers arms he’d hold me

Another poem that needs to be told
In the quiet peace of the early morning
Our gloved hands picked apart rotted corpses
In the soft glances and gentle whispers
Our love grew silent, gentle, bold

In mourning, in mourning
My darkened face covered by a veil of night
In the morning
My kind killer vanished without a sound or sight
As I awoke
In the dark and the cold
Awoke in a universe that’s never seen our love

Yes I knew a killer once
His hair was dark his eyes were ice
And true he was a monster
But so was I

And he was my lover once
Smiling at me across the room
Speaking to me so gentle as
He taught me everything he knew

Another poem that needs to be told
How cruel the lonely’s fantasies
To imagine something so full of peace
To enter such a surreal dream
In which two monsters’s darkest secrets
Birthed such a beautiful scene

In mourning, in mourning
My darkened face covered by a veil of night
In the morning
My kind killer vanished without a sound or sight
As I awoke
In the dark and the cold
Awoke in a universe that’s never seen our love

In mourning in mourning
How do I move on from something that was just so right
In the morning
I cried into my pillow my fists clenched so tight
After I woke
In the dark and the cold
Trapped in a universe that’s never seen our love
Alone in a universe that’s never seen our love
41 · Aug 31
You
You
Every time I look at you
I see forever
Reflected in your perfect brown eyes

Every time I think of you
I long for you to press your lips to mine

I could spend eternity
Admiring you
You show me your masterpieces but I can’t stop looking at the most perfect one of all

It hurts
But I never want it to stop

If loving you will be my downfall
Than I’ll jump in before giving you up

When I can’t breathe because I see you in my mind
I’m just so grateful that you at least call me a friend

Though you’ll never truly call me yours
I hope this hell called unrequited love
Will never end
Wrote this a few months ago. I’m hoping I’m finally able to move on this year
37 · Aug 29
Another unravelling?
I am
Unraveling
Again

I feel it taking over me
A flood of wild madness
Weaving into my mind
Prefrontal cortex cracking
Amygdala malfunctioning
What is real, what’s make believe?

Madness
A paradox
Of perfect beauty
And agony

I miss it
Then I hate it
But when it comes
I only fear it
Fear the way I secretly enjoy it
As it spreads to my eyes
A cursed perception
The world around me swirls into a dream
Floating
Drifting
I long to let it in

Now it spreads into my ears
And whispers form in the dark
I do not fear them
But welcome their breath on my face
I wish to know them
The phantoms that float at the edge of my vision
Never still, only shadows
And quiet breaths
Or a prickle on the back of my neck

I feel it spreading now
To my limbs
First they twitch and shake
And suddenly I can’t sit still
All I want to do is move
To run and run and keep on running
Keep on running till my legs give out
And then I lie in silence
Numb, limbs heavy
Heart still pounding, breath unsteady
FIghting my body for the strength to pick myself up off the ground
To do what needs to be done

And the music in my ears plays on
Louder, different than before
It feels like an omen, a prophesy
I tense when I hear it play on its own
Anticipating danger

Finally, it spreads across my whole body
And I feel the paranoia flood me
There is evil around every corner
But I don’t fear death, only pain, pain inflicted and pain caused
I fear the power I hold in my own hands
And know what happens if anyone else feels the strange and twisted energy
That pulses through the maze in my mind
And I scream and scream
In silence
On ****** paper
As my insides tremble
And the ice cold rain beats down on me

I cry out to the silent eyes who watch each act of my life’s performance
They listen well, but never respond
I find allies in the locked doors inside my head
Desperate for anyone to hear me
Desperate to not have to weather the storm alone

And I know
It will pass, it will pass
But it feels endless
Hopeless
Wild
My insanity
And though I fear it
I would never trade it
For the curse known as normalcy
But still, I dread it when it comes
The rush of passing time
The ones we leave behind
We keep saying that we’re fine
But we’re quickly going blind

Why? Why do we still care?
Why do we still fight?
How do we keep the fire burning bright?
Its about time we step down
Take a breath and look around
There’s nowhere left to hide

Escape the gilded cage of sanity
Succumb to the anarchy of the soul
Look beyond to a world of color
Where everything is beautiful and whole

Return to your dream-state
Take a look around
Here is where you’re no longer lost and all is found
Return to oblivion
Where nothing ever scars
Remember who you are, a monster and a star
And learn how to let go
A partial song written at the beginning of this year based on my favorite poem and the first one ever published here
26 · Aug 30
Get me out of my cage
What cage?
The cage that eclipsed when my world fell apart?

Or was it there from the start? Or from my coming of age

Or that fateful day when you learned the truth
A piece of truth
Small piece
When you learned I was not who you held in your view
That I was not as kind
Or as sweet, or naive
When you learned that I’m different than how I seem


Or is the cage metaphorical
Rhetorical
The cage in my mind
The peace I’m trying to find
That childlike serenity
That I once had but stayed behind
Am I trying too hard
Am I still hiding my heart
Is the cage made up of my kin
My mind
The stars

Will I be trapped forever
The prophesies say otherwise
So what is my cage
And how do I break free
How do I see
A very strange poem I wrote during my last unraveling

— The End —