7.14

Sometimes I think I’m just talking to myself in an attempt to stay sane, telling secrets to the wind- but it hears every word I say, bringing them back to me in such a way that leaves me without the words to elucidate

Every thing whispered in every place is declared from the mountaintops, and no matter where you go to efface it’s echoed back to us, are eyes open to see, do our ears hear who’s singing over these

Tell it to the sparrows now upon the air who fall not to the ground without a care, confide in the jackals of the plain and it will be clear, no longer needing to be explained here

One of the greatest mysteries of this world, how everything is made to break yet all fit together in such a way to declare themselves beyond commonplace

Who tells chance which way to go, who writes the romance of the rain and snow, who told the dove where to find its given mate- or the raven above to fly of a different way

Before the thought even passes my mind, it’s there before me as though set before time, where is the dividing line between my will and my failure and what was never mine

Do these illustrations ever filling my head have any origin beyond the unsettling intensity of my emotions, neither graceful nor desirable, or worthy of any admiration the eye can hold-

Both insatiable, a moment being all they may behold, beyond all grasp, not as the waving grass, or the stars that will stay much longer in their place

Most of the time I think I’m talking to myself to create enough lies to go on, it keeps on coming back to me and I try to shrug it off, because every time I dare to believe in another breath it’s all taken away, proven to be the next jest

Why are the very trees listening if all I could ever say is just a fading whisper on the breeze?

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7.13 free write

I had a close friend a decade ago, who came and went from my life as all do so, taking each to our separate paths and I wonder with dread every time I check back

Why would God take nearly everything from him, crippling him both in body then in the mind within, losing his freewill in so many ways, an excruciating pill to pass upon the days

Will God put off forever, what merits His favor over another, why show Yourself to one but to the next go undercover

I lost my faith in the ways of God’s contexts, always afraid of what’s coming to get me next, ducking for cover to evade the stray bullets

Everyday it’s a new tragedy, and most commonly to those it’s most sad to see, as though one candidate deserves more or less than another, but truth is the grading curve doesn’t work how one’s expected to discover

The darkest depths of any heart are no mystery to the Ruler of the stars, but these events do not depend on how good or bad one is to this end, but semi- preordained kind of happenings is the trend

Unsearchable, Irrefutable is the author of what hurts or is both beautiful, but we all get ours, without a moment’s doubt, breaking us apart from our insides out

But what happens when all the cracks break through to surface wear, when it’s seen that we’re all trapped, just trying to procure our share

They say we all just want to be loved exactly as we are, but when all of the breaking is done, is there really enough to start

And in all the damage is it really always managed to bring some kind of solace in the places no one can, or do some pieces get left out, just broken and empty- handed?

7.12 free write

I’m left here alone with nothing but my anger and shame, called fate by some but I hold myself the only one to blame

I don’t know which poison to choose, it’s too late to return and both bring a different noose, the more you try to get out the deeper the blade sinks, cutting away a different part of your heart and instincts

Leaving scars that never went away, Left with no way to present a clean face, until I become the villain and never could have imagined how the details would fill in

Dragging down inside the remnants of emotion that kept me alive while adrift upon the ocean, looking for signs of a future in time that’s such a foolish notion

Come winter’s eve I’ll be just a memory, I tried to change but couldn’t enough for the death of these things, and it’s all so fucking old, I’m not even on the outside and still don’t want to know

But now you see the worst part of who I am, prayers fade away and it gets harder to hold back, what the fuck is wrong with me and I just won’t let anyone see

Therapy, pills, a conscious change of will, break things and erasing memories of what will never return, but it never works.

I didn’t believe it’d be this hard, though ironically I never even started, it chews you up and spits you out until you’ve no idea how it came about

They’re not just words, though they didn’t even need to be heard, but as they too become something that used to,

It’s not pretty and it’s never what it seems, Save to be that by winter’s eve I will be just a memory.

7.10

There’s not a whole lot that I could or should say, if it is what it seems, it’ll always be this way, It gets more difficult to find any of the words, when it’s all cyclical, like I’ll be here forever

Everything inside seems to shrivel up and die because some things ever remain, no matter how hard we try, It draws every drop of life from me every single day, with nothing real left for extraneous things such as companions or soulmates

I never thought as a child I’d end up expending all of my time and energy just holding up beneath a life I no longer want to keep, never would have thought it so that all of me would be tired, in vain, and end up alone

Perhaps I ought not to rely so much on God, but the truth is He’s the only one who sees and comprehends every part of the mess I’ve managed to make of the remains of a life I gave away

I’m doing the very best I can with the situation, and everyone’s stressed beyond comprehension, but there’s nowhere to go to break away from the tension

It’s all too much and I keep on fucking up, numb just to cope, unable to make a move wearing this heavy skin so the only way to breathe is to dissociate from everything

But I really don’t have a right to complain, just like everybody else has all of their own pain, I don’t know how to build that contentment here, everyday pressing on through the emptiness and fear

Everything violently screaming at me all the time, including the hurricane brewing inside my mind

Where is there to go to now when I already feel used up and worn out, generating nothing at all and each of the fuses are worn raw

Not compensated nor healed, just banging my head on the steering wheel, half blind and I don’t even mind, When you can only suffocate the screams for so long, when the sky keeps retelling of what you’re trying to run from

I can’t seem to stifle its sound, only taking me even further from the ground, intoxicated with thoughts of desperation, being trapped in a place where I can’t learn to breathe when every new voice is choking me

Of problem and fault and what doesn’t matter at all, I don’t want to become stupid, but they say it’s better than where you’ve been, Maybe I’ve already been there, with my back against the wall, and moving away isn’t any different at all

It goes around and around and around and there is no better now, if you’re not wired like the system, there’s nowhere you would belong anyhow

And it’s old, there’s no new thing to behold, these words are worn out as I, never renewing themselves with the passing time, so everyone will forget because that’s what is meant, I never could pretend that I or these words were permanent

Welcome to the world, the madness in my head unfathomable, it was never for show, because I bled these words out, to cope with the world I know.

7.6

I’ve long felt these emotions to a degree that’s far too much, surely though they too will fade to another part that’s numb

Its been some time now that I see what they meant, that I have a decision since I’ve been dying in small increments

And we had just met when shit was really getting ready to begin, when every piece of my world was still suspended overhead, set to shatter into irreconcilable pieces in the end

Maybe though I just get what I deserve, the same fate as most everybody else to walk this earth, nothing better, and some will have it worse

but to even think of what lies ahead makes my stomach revile it’s diminished contents, do you remember where it began back then

How can I feel so changed in the space of just a few hundred days, everything changes they say but did they mean that nothing good stays?

No one can comfort me, there’s nothing they can say or do, because you can’t make it better when I’m wrestling with the truth

Which hurts more than any amount of lies, but eventually we all run out of time, did your heart stop singing, do they all feel so deeply

All that drives one to insanity and distrust, to vanity and lust, to suicide and hiding, and the murder of desiring; must all things die?

I feel too much, but not enough to trust that anyone would ever love me again, it’s hard to explain, my heart’s only in part ever displayed, anything beautiful concealed beneath pain

Just the way in which we all carry our most secret pains, I see their hurt but it increases the burden, for there are no promises nor hope for those who choose to live uprightly so

We all end in the same grave, all of our labor taken in vain, but a vapor in the wind and with no power to change what will be and has been, for only the face of God could hold back fate, but He seems to work in less mysterious ways

Being so, is there no hope in this life that I could know, though I’d love to believe in the songs I hear on the radio, I guess it’s impingent on one’s disposition.

Though it doesn’t seem to be just a decision, I simply don’t possess that kind of vision, and the man was right if God said I wouldn’t get along with the flock, or they’d misjudge my heart, attitude, and thoughts

And cliche and immature it may sound though, I never felt understood by anyone I’ve known, but none of us really are I suppose, maybe that’s why, when we still always feel alone

I’m sure some people in my life- if not more- think I’m dramatic all the time, for what they don’t know- and ask the most asinine questions over and over, which makes me think that maybe they’re not alone over there

On the other side of the glass we’re always speaking through, I wanted to find a way to once not feel alone too, but I never can break through with all these secret battles that tighten like the same noose

Futile but chained to me as irons, I can’t move on, I can’t let go, everyone’s better than me at letting it be, everyday the weight seems to grow

And I don’t know where else to go.

6.26

I do not feel powerful, I have these words to say, I did not reach up to my goal, but ended up in vain

I try to paint on my face each day just to hide the fear, but it keeps on being washed away by the same tears

The first try was pretty much easy, when life was still young and breezy, then life throws its curves and you end up where you always just wonder

How’d I get here, what ever went wrong, how do I escape the nightmare, what worse test will come along

I almost felt that you treated me too well for all of my challenges and own moody hell, I’d never been listened to before though, having always been looked right through like a ghost

But honestly I’m glad you left when you did, when the world was set for a new beginnings end, it wasn’t made to progress and it was an okay ending I guess

Because I’m happy you found what you did, because as it happens now we are no longer kids

I learned I was best alone, that with the coming storms I’d rather spend my time on my own, it was something soon gotten over, because I wasn’t the type who needed much closure

But I felt like I was good enough somehow, before time and life chewed me up and spit me out, spending every last shred of energy left just trying to glue back shattered pieces I would never mend

They never fit back together anymore, and didn’t seem to become anything ever worth dreaming again for, but that’s where we’re all supposed to be I now surmise, broken and never quite how we would have imagined our lives

Then some kind of magic bullet I took helped me get back up and take a look around, maybe it was worth a try now, get to know someone who could get to tomorrow somehow

And unexpectedly I caught feelings a second time, like what I never believed existed in real life, but fairy tales quickly sour, turning and twisting into what turns your insides out

So stuck, so much pain with its hooks and fucked up games, I wanted to be good enough for someone to love me, but I never was strong as you expected me to be

Because I was still only a child, holding onto a hope I couldn’t keep all the while you were there to help me grow up, even if most of it was very tough love

And you were right all along weren’t you, breaking me into what it was to be weak and defenseless to admit that I always seemed to be your old reflection

And you were pretty right about me too, even if your condescension and shame were shitty tools, now my eyes are open, but the sight much worse than I was hoping

It’s always kind of bittersweet that I could never say what I was feeling, I guess saving you the breath to tear it apart and me the chance to damage the rest of my heart for healing

My own foolish weakness to fall for what kills me the slowest, though I’d never wish you ill and by now I think you’d know it

But sometimes then I wished I could’ve hurt you back for once, but when it comes right down to it, I never was someone who was angry, not at anyone but me, I never did, I never could, it did change me, but not all for the good.

Perhaps to prepare me for what I never could have imagined, that I had to be tough and cold, unforgiven from my past

Now I will lie here in this place for days on my own as always and try to contemplate what the fucking point was with what was and all that was still yet to come, this fucking nightmare that I’m supposed to call home, but regardless it had been set in motion.

I swore off everyone because with what was going on and to come I did not give a single fuck, the only one who knows my voice beyond the heavens above

Being He who holds me here, who sustains me but permits my fears, That they should overtake me as I couldn’t escape breaking

I don’t know who you think I am, don’t know where you think I’m going, truth is likely I’m a fading breath on the winds and no desire shall ever know me

Being now so close with death that it should be my only request, with a spirit that calls “How long? how long is left?”

A third time in my sojourn I was taken to loving a stranger in my sickness, no reason but fate, a voice with no face, in answer to my petitions

Like a solitary crow calling from a distant place of old, an almost familiar place in a memory I’ll never behold, A voice in the silence of my permanent wandering place, company in the violence of what feels more like my grave

Truthfully I never could explain just how I’d feel so much for a sound, here in the abysmal waiting place where everything’s dead all around,

Including myself, exhausted all help, I thought I could get better if I gave it just a little more patience, now seems none will ever well enough understand the situation

Is it a matter of time or my crime’s punishment, I cannot say that I will ever feel enough again.

6.19 free write

I can’t seem to get the words out this way, or any these days, everyday is the same and I’m awful to complain

Because we’re all running fast as we can to stay in the places we began, always waiting, fabricating, for the next thing that never takes place

It doesn’t mean anything to me, I’d throw it all away for just one day of meaning, I’d trade every last breath just for something before death

There’s nowhere to go, there’s nothing I know that can ease the pain inside, after it all there’s only a fall and what’s getting harder to hide

So we grow up and we grow on, like we’re supposed to pretend nothing’s wrong, the gnawing reminder this isn’t where you belong, and with no way of finding the thought to hold on

Everything fought now rules my whole world, who would’ve thought I’d become that girl, the older I get the less I give a shit, with please and thank you’s and trying to explain it

I can’t say how I feel or I’ll come all unglued, there is no way to heal, only to exclude

Myself, immoderate, I keep asking God the same questions, there’s a whole lot of it, but no closer to suggestion

There are no answers, only air, along with all the rumors of some most divine care

That’s perhaps relative, that doesn’t have any morale to give, useless, and veiled, stupid fucking tales

Go and look for yourself, you’ll find evidence but a different kind of help, no answers, no succession, only expectation of contentment in regression

Some made to crush, others to lift up, you and I are dust, and then back to it become

So it indeed best to eat, drink, and make bed for today, if you can feign such a way to satisfy your heart, or forever painted dark, as it feels is the precedent

So in the rare event that one creates their circumstance, if you fly too high, you’ll melt your wings and die, should one place their confidence in anything beneath the sky

Turn to the left, turn to the right, stray a single step, your plans falter, wither, too die, as we are ever being searched by a never ending purpose

Go on and tell me, go on and lie, say again how it works out with time, no it is what you take, should you be permitted what is vain, to some but not to everyone

Time is deceptive but ever stuck in my head, it doesn’t go how we think it does yet still leaves evidence, I’ll never have enough of it to get what I desire, but in the same too much remains before I expire

Silence becomes the best policy, with all unsaid and done, it’s easy to see, that I don’t want to disappoint, I’m much better at being annoying

Beating my head against a wall, knowing well along it was all my fault, but neither was there a way to prevent it at all.