#unliving
I see the world horizontally,
Soft sheets all stuffy
With potential hardly realised.
My eyes, heavy and unhappy,
Are blinded by the muted sunshine
Mocking me through the blinds.
The hum of life,
Doing fine just outside the window,
I feel its energy,
Almost laugh at its impossibility.
Because I bear the world brutally,
Confined and coffin-ed
In an ache that leaves no stain.
Lady Macbeth,
My crime is wept on evidence of
unliving,
Those shrines of *******
Laid to rest around the head
Of this tomb effigy,
Chronically enshrined in invisible agony
While the world just carries on.
Mar 10, 2024
Mar 10, 2024 at 1:31 AM UTC
Life is a holiday for the Unliving.
Perhaps it is
as some have said:
Life is the pre-party for the Afterlife
(assuming such a thing even exists)
Though,
I suppose,
we oughtta live this life well, and now,
just in case
this really is
the only one.
If
ye find thy Shadow,
constantly embrace
the dark creativity,
not just once a year
when it's "okay."
Be not ashamed of thy Darkness.
Shame, fear, and guilt beget repression,
repression then begets pressurization,
and pressurization is akin
to explosion.
So.
Learn to appreciate it.
Learn to control it.
Learn to use it.
The Darkness is not bad,
t'is just like everything else:
t'is but what is made of it.
The Darkness is powerful
but only because we feed it
and don't allow it to breathe.
Live it. Express it.
It appreciates the respect.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC