Trusting In My Dreams

Snapshots of past heartbreak that brought out a significant profound breakthrough.

[angelwithoutacause]

Sad Battlechad. I the wife who wasn’t enough. Now the tears turned to Anger

[theharshrealityis]

What cards life has dealt has been shit. Death deals a greater punch. Which of the two are better? Liberty has the scales of both on lock. How they could be leveled and even is beyond me.

Tonight I wish there was something I could do to make the ache in my heart go away but I cannot be soothed and I cannot be consoled. The world in in unrest and my soul feels sickened. Physical touch is feeling like a past memory dying to resurface.

My thoughts feel like they are way too toxic to utter. Here is my place to regurgitate and leave it aside. My words are like weeks old trash stuck in the ground along a highway flower bed and unseen by the naked eye from the road. I wish to scream. I wish to be held. The things I want to do and the feelings I have are colliding with one another.

I need arms around me badly. I need my tears to stop. I wish I had him here to hold me while I could cry and scream. Would it help? Fuck yes it would. He isn’t here. Will he ever be? I’m losing hope and faith in small increments. When with they be back?

[freelycaged]

- American Beauty (1999).

💯🤪

[angelwithoutacause]

🤣🤑😉🤗

[freelycaged]

Everything is balanced.

It's only the mind that's unstable...

- Yash.

[newgardn]

lando + That Jacket™

[angelwithoutacause]

[angelwithoutacause]

Help

[therunwaygirl]

[angelwithoutacause]

The Beownie

[angelwithoutacause]

[angelwithoutacause]

[angelwithoutacause]

[angelwithoutacause]

Who’s sending me shizz like ah those??? Hackers?

[angelwithoutacause]

[angelwithoutacause]

Sky writing I’m diving trying to get to you. No idea where how or why yet what was it that made you cry. Who was she & who was I. So now without apology, the art spins and the vomit of the world throws us aside in order to see. This is where we 🩸 bleed.

You are a part of my heart and soul. You as much my twin as your older brother. The three of us could conquer this world. Why then. Did I choose to sign my name to a paper for a snake oil salesman’s pleasure and his wife’s selfishness? Was it that or the scared child hiding behind her fathers absent mind and loose demise? His displaced education on what it would mean for me.

Did it matter that you needed to be heard? What did I do to you to make you hate me so much? A mother should never abandon and should always release the empathic burdens of others. How dare a step mother control to a point where everyone has to question her misbehavior. Her tone of voice. Was it their dad that lied or her? Tell me which one gets the sandwich as I crawl out of my skin to fly on back, riding my broom in the dark of night to save you from the dreams that cause you to sleep walk and get sick with worry.

I want to be there when you can’t sleep. What happens if the dog gets hurt or your women gets over loaded on drugs? Where’s the gun to protect? Where are the weapons? What happens if you’re alone and cold with no one to shoulder your burdens with you? Mothers should hold up their sons backs supporting their missions. Not listening to the dark betraying voices of the world who choose to place bets, dancing with the devil while a monkey rides their backs.

My witches bike turned to a broom. I died at how wicked I could become. How I burn. How I ache. Now my heart has severe rips and the patches are no where to be found. The needle lost in the ever towering haystack. Cloth is scarce. Time to score another human. Such as men...

[livtylerspam]

[dennybitte]

stormy last light

by Denny Bitte