Astral Fear

https://ko-fi.com/astralweeks54333 Hello there, I go by Astral. This is where I'll post some poems and maybe a few random things along with it I appreciate any kind of messages and conversations, thank you for looking here. link to my book https://poetizer.com/book/b8be3cd7-e87e-4a7e-9380-2f2f9534ada5

[fogsanctum]

Virginia is in Chernobyl

waiting on the angels to come

a story written with lost time

sacrifice just for one moment of silence

truth, to ease the bleeding stab

beneath the ribs

Virginia is in the wind

seeking witness

for golden lights to peer on

souls in the tempest

A spirit that still lingers

underneath the earth

Virginia is in the radiation

sins of fathers

diseases to the children

down to the nerve endings

Seeking some solace

for the unrest they endured

Virginia is in the ink

which stains the conscience

seeing a life changed, gone

the willows singing her a song

Virginia is in the tears

fallen from skin to graves

which mark time

of things in hearts lifted great

Virginia is in the moon

sunken low in view

making reminders of her hue

she is the perfect blue

Soft howls erase the gloom

crescent wings of a lunar loon

Virginia is in the White House

making her path to mountains

ones dedicated for so long

to sickness for decent life

Blood spilling for crypto

each new pain a former ancestor

Virginia is in the anger

that says life is life

to seek justice in heartache

access to the eternal light

Hope to seek the forever

knowing how little we deserve

Virginia is in the future

knowing the ghost

rages to get the answer

one that will never cease

To know good sometimes comes

that rains eventually calm the droughts

— Virginia Is

[fogsanctum]

sometimes the stars reach out and say

“some things don’t always go the way it should be”

sparkling lights of the airplanes going on

somewhere better than the ground I’m on

eyes are lit with fire

I’m confused to why

people are given things like desire

puppets to some great force transpired

you grow up and see

people are clay

sometimes molded

dried too late

where’s the place among all this upset

human emotion is scary

there is no wish have

not a magical fairy

people sad and losing things

last minute trips, wedding rings

kids being kids

trying the best to live

I see the cosmic infinite

above me seems heaven sent

worried in my wooden heart

old and care so sought

too much desire

ambition crying higher

so much higher

raging inferno to doubts pyres

needing something

anything

this nebulous is too much

I’m tired of being out of place

ones hopes can be on a screen

share your pulse to the dream

connective tissue in angel hair

we can all smile and stare

and I don’t know where

to find stars different

ones of blue tears

faith that they swear

so many things unclear

so many scared

inside out

angel hair

lonely hour

moment care

headphones on

same song

— The Language of Stars

[ymutate]

Devin Leonardi (American, 1981-2014)

"Two Friends on the Shore of Long Island," 2009

Acrylic on canvas

54.6 x 73.3 cm

[strokeofserenity]

Anton Chekhov, “The Seagull”

[fogsanctum]

the weeping moss on these old gates

weights of a life

carried in summer wind

musing in the songs of wrens

moving various things

parts to gleam in rain

purple evening sky

left here wondering why

these people were here

and I am existing

just twisting

a creature just listing

the minutes of sitcoms

bombs in stunning color

smiles in horror maroon

wrapped in fire cocoons

too much in this equation

many odd integers

claiming manifest destiny

this place their edifice of proclamation

there is too many barns

now abandoned

they flutter and creak

storms in sunken feet

a angel of asphalt now

paved in 4 way lanes

leading to giant warehouses

vast travel in temperamental planes

no amount of laps

can this old dog walk

till the sunset is

the old world in faint chalk

whispering its eternal dream

that all can be seen

work and heart for a

honest chance to live serene

[fogsanctum]

You look so pretty

I look so mean

These dark circles staring

into those hazy stoned eyes

discussing the moods of the moon

how life is too soon

why crickets make songs

why life is so goddamn long

your faults in the air with mine

clasped hands to the ceiling

hoping there will be feeling

to this misery we are gleaming

bruises on your wrists

and anxiety of the flesh

hoping like hell

failing isn’t just a test

there’s no waves

just a green farm field

with little lights along the way

with our hopes that’s us someday and

cast into our divine ways

[fogsanctum]

these are days which finalize such despair

a rotten sense of pain

fear in the eyes

this experiment we all needed to believe

faith in illuminating

a meager earth cultivating

not much sedation left

elation can’t get a raise

it’s lost all its vacation time

God left long ago

out the back in an infinite black

left the kids with the same

all of us deranged

now it’s soothing what I can

make a new plan

new roots to grow

grey clouds show

but that’s the only way

to keep above clay

until the final whistle

says the songs finished

so much got smart

nothing even cheaper

made all this money to say

these materials led us to dismay

[quitonly]

POSSESSION (1981)

[theconcealedweapon]

Autism is often genetic. Many "Autism Parents" are autistic but never diagnosed, which means that when they talk about how autism affects them, their experiences are valid "actually autistic" experiences.

So we can't exclude "Autism Parents" right off the bat. Instead, we should call out their ageism and internalized ableism. They believe that being the adult makes them superior. They were raised being punished for their natural autistic behaviors and they're continuing the cycle. They were raised to see "normal" as the goal and to be afraid of being "labeled", so now they're teaching their children the same thing. It's much easier to be autistic and freely allowed to express yourself than to be autistic and hit whenever you use the wrong tone, so it makes sense that the child is going to have more meltdowns than the parent.

Also, if one sibling has the same triggers and difficulties as the parent and another sibling has different triggers and difficulties, the one with different triggers and difficulties is going to be more obviously autistic.

[fogsanctum]

I seek to believe

that I am a tree

capable of growth

despite any sickness

that arises

within my branches

believe

that I can change

when the time is right

bare the weight of storms

sound the horn

each time

a limb breaks

wishing

to make these roots

worth the journey

instead of always

in endless worry

I saw this once

now I am down

what I need now

is the shake of summers

to nestle in my head

birds with soft hearts

make their midday beds

nothing to hurt or dread

silver silk in life’s thread

[fogsanctum]

here’s the winter altar

made of the forgotten leaves

that traveled these country

River waters

baby doll I keep coming here

I am in to deep

this language is fear

spoken from the deer

things ran amiss

I came to see

if the snake does hiss

the birds stay in the trees

looking for a wild

kind of kindness

a pain felt trialed

my heart beguiled

so when the spring comes

and those trees begin again

I’ll stick with the wind

and pretend

[fogsanctum]

such upheavals

crude little plans

whispered love

chandelier in tears

long ago

I had fears

now it is just life

in some form of clear

mirrors of salt

cast iron hearts

the gulch of dry rivers

no hope in the giver

but

the mail delivers

and I sit in a bed

and try not to quiver

tomorrow I’ll wake up

take a dusty cup

fill it with luck

veins in the lights struck

yet again space

time and cosmic lace

wrap around my head

in that empty space

where the discomfort

used to reside

now I am open

no shadows to hide

a narrow road

with white ghosts

congress of the lost

in this dance I’m tossed

so bring me up

once again

to be a part

of the grander plan

my ribs are angled

compass it points

in my eyes pupils strangled

from nights of no sleep to be aware

a heart is a heart

and it cares

for moments so grand

and fickle in their stand

time is the world in my

spine, wings to grow

and let me fly

towards the orange sky

[fogsanctum]

I spoke with the constellations this evening, questions I had been gleaming

not enough water, too much phone time; your eyes are more sunken in

they said to me

I had nothing to argue with them

I didn’t pretend

maybe I’ll get lucky

and win the lottery

they laughed and said

That is that, and this is this

there’s no candle to make a wish

I wouldn’t hold my breathe

I said

with the games they play, cards and dice in the night sky

no cares to worry about, no reason to cry

I wonder why

to love

means you’ll sigh

and accept the goodbye

the axis bent of our heaven is spent

I wouldn’t hold my breathe

[nevver]

[nevver]

Bride of blood, John Brosio (@johnbrosioart)

[catchymemes]

[infinitydivine]

I am not taking a risk

[darlingsstern]

Not risking it pals

[doralimasstuff]

U know what I want potato of luck

[shrewreadings]

Damn right I’m reblogging. See previous post re wrath of whatever from high atop the thing.

[memorycycle]

deinosuchus wouldve loved a lamb souvlaki

[princilly]

ough

[transparentcatpngs]

[helloitsbees]

i put him in the saw bathroom