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It rained in mine for years,

And now my mind is overgrown.

The flowers are being strangled by the weeds.. I think that’s a metaphor.

I fear a clear sky only means that, if I’m not drowning, the sun will burn me.

#poetry #or is it #cjr #trauma #death is a romantic

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“We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.”

— Unknown

“The warmth of blood is searing in comparison to the jarring cold of the pavement beneath me.

It’s unsettling how the wet heat flows in tandem with the pulsating behind my eyelids.

From some wounds it runs like a river, while from others it spills like overheating geysers.

I think I lay completely in it.

A pool of my very own life source.

I am submerged in it, now, rather than it submerged in me.

My vessel is cold as the pavement,

and I can no longer differentiate between my skin and the Earth.

But the blood is so warm.”

Let The Dirt Have Me, The Incomplete Ramblings of a Mad Person

#cjr #poetry #or is it #trauma #death is a romantic #gay #lesbian #lgbt #the incomplete ramblings of a mad person

“Nothing’s ever made sense in the way that you do.

Life, to me, has always been a puzzle made of pieces that were never meant to go together.

But the way that I fit into your side at night,

and the comfort of your hand in mine..

No one but you could have been made for me.”

How Could I Ever Want For More, The Incomplete Ramblings of a Mad Person

#cjr #poetry #or is it #trauma #death is a romantic #gay #lesbian #lgbt #the incomplete ramblings of a mad person

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You’re mad at me for changing. I'm mad at you for staying the same.

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How’d it feel to take the light from my life?

— Djo, Basic Being Basic

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The pain I don't say out loud, builds a home inside me.

Olivia Gatwood

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And in the silence I suddenly understood the many ways a person can die but still be alive.

Carmen Rodrigues

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The cracks started showing in MIAMI. Somewhere between up and down Right and left became black and white. You see what I mean? You turn a corner And there’s nothing there. People lock The doors when you walk by, and call the cops. I don’t know how to explain it to you. They call it ‘disorganized thoughts.’ As if a normal person’s thoughts are any more organized!

“As if my abrupt sentience was meant to be something of a gift,

harrowing it is, to be of existence

I know not why I have been made, only that it was violent

Be it as it may, t’was not the only moment of violence I would become privy to

No mercy upon me, I watch silver spoons fed into mouths

as blood and dirt is fed into mine

As if my coming into this world was not pitiful enough

Wrenched from my blissful slumber of knowing nothing and being of its likeness

Thrust into the pits of hell masked with a saccharine palter of which only silver spoon mouths are beguiled by.

But I have tasted of the soils we walk on

and of the blood that has rivered in clandestine

Do not think me fooled,

though I have known only briefly

My awareness is deep.”

Cognizance, The Incomplete Ramblings of a Mad Person

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An important PSA to remember!

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They’ve got me counting pills Four in the morning and three at night. Which have dimmed the ecstatic light In my loins and bosom, the libido, The motivation, the impetus! I have lost the constant motion Which kept the boat rowing.