The Pen Of A Golden Child

Welcome to the works of Jeffrey Bolden, novelist, screenwriter, lyricist, and anything else my pen touches basically. Be prepared for great material. That I can promise you, if nothing else, I write with the pen of the golden child.

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[penofthegoldenchild]

Satisfaction

The pitter patter poetry of your spilled raindrops entices the muse within me Wanting to be the inspiration for the liquid that your lips speak The reason tongue traces lips, spit coating the grooves in search of the memory of a past kiss This is love, baby And albeit you embraced the idea that such a thing can exist You can't resist the thighs shaking and orgasms quaking the quintessence of mind, body, and soul You've never written lyrics like this before or maybe it's been too long But either way let me provide the vocals of our most sensual song Sung in the deepest of nights assisted by the husk of moans adding texture to your poems I'm interested in seeing what satisfaction can create

[penofthegoldenchild]

Shadows Belong To Her

I dwell in the realm of well kept secrets Mysterious languages permeate from the tip of my tongue Fantasies come alive in front of my eyes I know what it is you hide baby Silence is the friend of suspicions and you are inconspicously beautiful to me I walk amidst the shadows of the skeletons of your closet And I find your heart where you lost it In the graveyard of tilted memories and tainted love Let me water your soil baby Let me nurture your soul baby And find out what grows from the trees of passion, what is made from madness, and what blooms from blackness And if nothing, if nothing Than let me, just be In the presence of the reanimated skeletons reminding you of who you are what you are Let me be a welcomed whisper in your silence reminding you to breathe Reminding you to live

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Embrace of Angel Wings

Hello Angel I often wonder what it would be like to have your wings wrapped around me Silver tipped feathers scratching at my back The smell of your vanilla chamomile musk wafting into my nose The scent of you only makes sense because it is on you You smell as angels oughtta smell And your embrace is a place where mortals wish to dwell And me being a mortal man wondering whether I am worthy of your purified hand Worthy of the touch I simply cannot understand I seek wisdom from your breath Directions for what to do next listening to the cadence of your breast What does your heart say? Does it whisper go further, explore deeper Love deeply? Does it whisper keep me? I read the poetry written on the barbs of the feathers of your wings And find it indecipherable by mortal means It is then I realize I must be god with you because god is in you And in you, I search for evidence of a higher life force And find sanctuary in the embrace of your wings

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Frank ocean is streaming, idk what we are waiting for but here it is..

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PMG

[maxmundan]

#Alllivesmatter

#Alllivesmatter you tell me. Well, of course all fucking lives matter. What kind of idiot do you take me for? Lily-white suburban lives have always mattered. It’s African-American lives and Hispanic lives and women’s lives and gay lives that we toss away like they’re so many used banana peels. We need an #Alllivesmatter movement like we need a Heterosexual Pride Day or a Men’s Rights Movement. We have the rights. We’ve always had the rights. What we don’t have the right to do is to claim that we’re fucking being oppressed now that those who have been truly oppressed and marginalized and raped and murdered for hundreds of years are only now being allowed a small taste of the rights and human dignity that we, the privileged, have always enjoyed. I have an idea. Let’s start a bunch of other nonsensical movements. Why is it fair to have an Animal Rights Movement and not a Human Flesh Rights Movement? Human beings don’t want to be murdered and consumed for food any more than animals do. Let’s end the atrocity of human flesh consumption. Don’t human lives matter? How about starting a No Adult Abuse Movement in response to the No Child Abuse Movement? It’s not right for children to abuse adults, is it? It’s only fair that adults have their own movement, right? Now, these are stupid ideas, aren’t they? Yes, they fucking are. There is no problem of human flesh consumption or adults being sexually, physically and emotionally abused by children. Just like there is no problem of white people being murdered, over and over and over again, on an almost daily basis, by the people in this country who are supposed to be protecting them. Just like there is no problem with the suppression of men’s rights or heterosexual rights. So when you say to me #Alllivesmatter, what you are really saying is that only your life matters and you don’t give a flying fuck about anybody else.

[penofthegoldenchild]

Embrace of Angel Wings

Hello Angel I often wonder what it would be like to have your wings wrapped around me Silver tipped feathers scratching at my back The smell of your vanilla chamomile musk wafting into my nose The scent of you only makes sense because it is on you You smell as angels oughtta smell And your embrace is a place where mortals wish to dwell And me being a mortal man wondering whether I am worthy of your purified hand Worthy of the touch I simply cannot understand I seek wisdom from your breath Directions for what to do next listening to the cadence of your breast What does your heart say? Does it whisper go further, explore deeper Love deeply? Does it whisper keep me? I read the poetry written on the barbs of the feathers of your wings And find it indecipherable by mortal means It is then I realize I must be god with you because god is in you And in you, I search for evidence of a higher life force And find sanctuary in the embrace of your wings

[maxmundan]

I watched over her while she kicked dope sweating and twitching and screaming obscenities “Fuck you and all your holier than though bullshit, “she said She promised me it was going to be the last time that she would screw up this bad and who was I to judge? I tried to drag her from the jaws of death but she just kept slipping back I sat by her at the doctor’s all the blood and the pus and the nose burning stench as he lanced one abscess after another I had never seen someone I cared about in this much pain before but what choice did I have? I was trying to pull her from the gutter but she just kept slipping back You know, I told myself I loved her but I didn’t know what that word even meant She was just my new addiction and the purpose and power I felt was what was really in my grip when I thought I was holding her hand I listened when she relapsed as she lied and she lied through her teeth that she was sober, that she was clean I didn’t want to push her out of my life forever but that’s exactly what I did Instead of me, lifting her up she was only dragging me down so I let go of her hands and watched her disappear as she just kept slipping back

Max Mundan, Slipping Back

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[penofthegoldenchild]

Is Is Worth It?

Sometimes I feel like while everyone stopped to smell the roses, I smelled the violets and fell in love with the violence of change. I pursued the chaos and became that in which I yearned for. I am crazy and insanity has rewarded me with experience. But has stolen time from me. It has stolen the touch a lover, a great love. It has stolen stability and the desire to build a family of my own. But I've been blessed with ageless features and ethereal teachers, each giving lessons into the wind never to be heard again. So with that thought, I wonder where are those whispers in the wind when chaos needs comfort? What happens to chaos when he hears nothing but silence?

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DBT Self-Help Resources: Emotions List

Using an Emotions List to help Label an Emotion

Some people are more adept at labelling their emotions than others. Some people just can’t seem to name what they are currently feeling. They might say that they felt bad or upset, but pinning down what that actually means for them is more challenging. Many people walk around in this kind of emotional fog.

Unfortunately, if you don’t know what you are feeling, you can’t do much to change it. People who can name their emotions are more capable of managing them, so it is important to become more familiar with your emotions and learn to identify them.

Once you are more capable of naming your emotions, you’ll have more choices in terms of what to do with an emotion if it makes you feel uncomfortable and you would prefer to at least reduce its intensity. Many people with emotion dysregulation grow up without learning this important information, so for some people it takes a lot of time to get the hang of naming their emotions. Be patient. If you get frustrated, reframe this process as if you are learning a new language. In fact, that’s exactly what is happening: you are learning the language of emotion.

Anytime you are unable to identify the emotion you are experiencing refer to the Emotions List. Reading through it, you should be able to find a word that closely describes the emotion that you are experiencing.

[mikefrawley]

Writers Who Write

If you’re a writer and today you wrote even if it got not one single note If you dared  to share your heart took a stand or stood apart Keep on be strong accolades are often lies yet you’re a winner in my heart and eyes For our newer or possibly overlooked friends, there’s a quote from Joseph Campbell,that I love to share.  “Follow your bliss, and the universe will open doors where before there were only walls”.  Long ago I “borrowed” the first part of the quote and changed it slightly to follow your heart.  I like most of us haven’t always heeded my own advice, but when I have, regardless of any apparent outcome, the resulting feelings of peace and personal growth have always been positive.  Please, do follow your heart, and yes, writers who write are winners.  Love, Mike   

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Might adopt this 💯✔

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Well zamn. 💅

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Love this post

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This is the best thing ever

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We call it ‘back home’ knowing full well that the majority of us may never go back. That we may spend but a handful of weeks in the tropic heat and relentless traffic, tolerating family members we may have convinced ourselves to have missed, but very few will submit to that final pull to return. We know our land, our soil as back home, but for many of us it is only the home we left back, the one we left so far behind to be thrust into a lifelong search of another, of another, of another.

Nav K, back home (via navk)

Exactly!