I don't even know

Rebecca {?}{=

[resonant-star]

Cantankerous

Hell spawn

On a natural high.

Worsening in madness.

Deliverer of

Exhaustion,

Redeemed.

This is a poem for my friend's unruly American Bulldog.

[resonant-star]

They say I should write more things relatable but I'll say

The ones who can relate to me are 6 feet beneath the Earth

And I want to believe you'll catch it but you won't.

The drowning are damned.

Life keeps drowning and

Perhaps you'd like to believe

I won't know the misery

But drowning is one and done.

I would wish for that on a summer day

Because they are all coming.

The damned. The drowning.

But cool breezes still blow across this earth.

I know because I am holding onto them

For dear life.

[resonant-star]

Needed a shrine in a pinch.

[resonant-star]

I am not the one to make idle conversation.

I tear my heart up with unruly declarations

Until

My brain is on the floor

And still

The remedy's a bore.

I spend my days lighting literal fires

And speeding to the minit mart melting rubber off my tires.

I am free.

And I dare the repo to fucking catch me.

There is a lake past the trees.

This landscape is old. I'm locked inside me.

[resonant-star]

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I didn't want to say goodbye.

[resonant-star]

I will ride this out to the end,

Which isn't that far ahead.

Somewhere between a milkshake

And Saturday.

[resonant-star]

To swallow the sun was not enough to curb my insatiable appetite.

You gave to me and burdened me with your magnetic hematite.

I want to live out every experience with you.

The sunrise, the sunset, the explosions with you.

I will follow you through every plane of existence,

beyond any want for fame or repentance.

I want to know you so deeply that we are no longer separate.

I want to linger in you even when I regret it.

but I am forced to feel each grief as deeply as can be.

A triad playing in perfect harmony.

But I'm not here.

I'm off with you

in those resonant spheres.

The four walls that hold and surround us,

cannot hold the reality that destiny has found us.

[resonant-star]

Is there a mode of autism called "victory lap?"

[anxietyproblem]

[resonant-star]

I'm gone a little.

Ok. Just somewhere else

Where I belong!

⚖️⚰️🖤🔆

[brigitte-poetry]

I was thinking about controversial it is, even in pagan settings, to worship tricksters like Loki and Sutekh, and I think that I described it pretty well with

"Tricksters are inherently transgressive figures who literally embody what it's like to live in a socially unacceptable or taboo way, which is why members of marginalized communities flock to them while more privileged people find them distasteful. They are the personifications of chaos and social unrest, which includes how much strife surrounds people who are deemed socially unacceptable; they are literally the gods of minorities and people who suffer under bigoted unjust systems.

When tricksters do something bad in a myth, marginalized groups see a complex rebellious figure with their own motives while privileged people see a bad person doing bad things. And when tricksters are punished, privileged people just see a bad guy getting their comeuppence while marginalized groups see the harsh realities of living as a socially unacceptable person.

It's no wonder then that queer people, the mentally ill and other minorities have flocked to Loki's side, since he embodies the realities of their lives, even when others can't understand it."

[catchymemes]

[anxietyproblem]

[resonant-star]

Limbo is a locked ward sterile.

I have lived through all the heavens and hells and

have awaited in this plane like something long coiled.

But Apophis swallowed me whole and rejected me.

Out which end I'm still unsure.

My cold bed, pastels.

A lifetime came and went and turned to

ash.

And then another.

Ashes in the storm, scattered, then condensed.

Mud. Bone.

Redemption? Yes. But home?

[resonant-star]

You people man, you want poetry. I don't write in neat lines.

A dead kestrel. A jagged beer can. Everything I own in 2 duffel bags. A garter snake. A Grove of Thorns. I abandon the luggage. I have nothing now. I am free.

Don't lose your shit. I got medical help. I spent some time in the psych ward. I finally have nothing. I am nothing. I am the Sun. I'm not going to hurt myself today.

I don't write from the comfort of my sun room.

More poetry coming soon.

[resonant-star]

[resonant-star]

Where is the road?

Teardrops drip from my nose.

I'm slumped in the seat.

My destruction is complete.