Gopher Gold

Writer, Director and future Youtuber. I'll share stories I've written, snippets from my day and eventually videos. Just a humble girl writing about life. Please don't claim my works as your own, I'm trying to make it through this life just like you.

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[ridleywritesall-blog]

Your touch is like the sunlight Warm and beautiful As it dances upon my corporeal landscape. Watch as you awaken the flame inside of me. Your kiss is like the moon to the tide within me See my skin rise and fall as your lips cascade Across my ocean of flesh. Your breath is like the sunset Lulling my bones to sleep.

RWA// Flame

[ridleywritesall-blog]

Do you promise to love me when the world looks hopeless? Do you promise to love me when they’re beating down our door? Do you promise to love me when we’ve lost everything? Do you promise to love me when the scars hurt more than the fresh wounds? Do you promise to fight for me when I have no strength? Do you promise to fight when they have painted my skin with slurs? Do you promise to fight when my voice has been silenced? Do you promise to stand with me? Do you promise?

RWA// Promise me.

[ridleywritesall-blog]

Mad? No, we’re not mad. We’re something much worse. Scared. We are scared of this country that We’ve bled for We’ve cried for We’ve pledged to. This country has turned it’s back on us as Women LGBTQ+ individuals, People of color, Muslims, Essentially everyone who is different from White Christian, Straight Men. You have made your opinion of us clear. We do not belong. You have let a man who doesn’t care about you Scare you into hating everyone else. Don’t you see that this is no way to love Or better this country that we all love? This country was created for everyone To escape from their countries That persecuted them for Gender Religion Sexuality. Overnight this country has become a beacon of hate Gleaming across sea to shining sea. The world is looking to us now, We can either be burned in the flames Or rise from the ashes. We must stand together as one And reclaim the footing we have lost. We may have lost today But we will win tomorrow. In this moment, We have to show our love and compassion Even for those that oppose us Because you can’t fight the darkness with shadows.

RWA// Rise

[ridleywritesall-blog]

When did we get so desensitized to death? How can we hear the pleas of children whose schools are being bombed, And turn the other cheek? Do you realize that this is our home we’re destroying? That these are our brothers and sisters, we’re blowing up? For what? Money? Land? Patriotism? Stop your excuses, People are hurting and you don’t even bat an eye. How soulless can you be To withhold help from people Who desperately need it But then fund a Kickstarter for a remote control toilet. People Wake up. We claim to have all of this knowledge Yet, we don’t have any solutions. Listen, We can make a difference in the world If we put our differences aside Put our guns down And just care about people. Help them when they fall. We are one earth One people.

RWA// One Earth, One people.

[ridleywritesall-blog]

It’s so strange To see the morale of the whole world Disappear. Have you noticed That we no longer look Eyes wide, And full wonder To the future? Instead, We cower in fear At our fate that we’ve brought upon ourselves. Do you see the mass grave for the all of The animals we’ve killed? We get more excited about a zombie apocalypse Than we do protesting pipelines that Will poison thousands. Do realize that we can save ourselves?

RWA// Untitled 

[ridleywritesall-blog]

I formally invite you to the end of the world, Kick back and relax on our finest nuclear wasteland, The evening entertainment will be the Symphony of Geiger Counters. We ask you to please enjoy our bountiful buffet table filled with the freshest fish stuffed with the best plastic in the ocean. While you dine, please help yourself to our finest selection of mineral water taken from the springs of Standing Rock Reservation, We do suggest that you keep it away from open flame because it occasionally combusts. During this luxurious event, We will reflect on the joys of this earth, Like the rampant bombings or Syria, to the nuclear war that Dictator Trump started. This is a B.Y.O.G.M (bring your own gas mask) party, so get out your nice black tie event masks and join us at this once in a lifetime event!

RWA// This is something I wrote about a week ago and today seems like the perfect day to post it.

[ridleywritesall-blog]

Look. Look at that beautiful little girl. Do you have the stomach to tell her That before she enters kindergarten, That she will be forced to understand “Good touch” and “bad touch” By being groped on the floor by her cousin? Look. Look at her play in the grass. Do you have the heart to tell her That people hate her Not because of what she’s done But because of the color of skin she wears? Look. Look at her admire the leaves on the tree. Can you look her in her brown eyes and tell her That when she grows up, She’ll be viewed as a sexual object that men refuse to respect? That she’ll spend countless hours Staring in the mirror, Wishing that she was beautiful. Look. Look at the innocence that she carries. Can you tell her that In the eyes of her society, She’ll never be as beautiful as her white counterparts? That she’ll only ever be viewed by a color biased lens? That no matter how hard she cries, She’ll only be pretty for “a black girl”? Look. Look at her and realize that she’s been fighting for her life Ever since she was born. Every day that she’s alive, She has to tell herself that She is good enough. Look. Look at how strong she is.

RWA// Look.

[ridleywritesall-blog]

Thank you, No really, Thank you For showing me everything that love isn’t. You made me realize, As I picked my battered body Off of your bed, How I shouldn’t expect someone like you to respect me. Thank you, I really mean it Because in the long nights that I spent Counting the tears that fell from my eyes, I saw That every tear had your name on it And how love or whatever this was Should not make me feel this way. Thank you, yes you, While you were busying yourself with my flesh That was never your to touch, I realized that the growing emptiness and darkly veiled Depression that grew in my chest Wasn’t my fault. That this all wasn’t my fault. Thank you, I really want you to hear this Because the women you leave in your wake All say the same things. You ruined our lives with your hands Your lips Your eyes But we’re not going to cower away from you any longer Because, in stripping everything away from us, You only made us grow stronger. We are survivors We are strong We are one. So thank you.

RWA// Thank you.

[ridleywritesall-blog]

It seemed like we could live forever, Like those three months were an isolated bubble in time, They seemed to drag on forever yet end too quickly. Everything seemed possible, We could wander into lush woods and get lost in each others presence. The sun shone almost as bright as of smiles, Beaming into oblivion. You and I were all that we had All that we ever needed. How could you walk away from something as beautiful as that? You closed the door on our life long summer, Killing everything that could have been. Were you afraid of the infinity that stretched ahead of us? Gripped by the anxiety of happiness? You were the best friend I had ever had And now, you left me tumbling in the void you caused. I hadn’t realized how much I based my identity off of you. I’m rebuilding the foundation of self that you bulldozed. Do you see how much I’m hurting? Do you even care to look?

RWA// Summer Long Forever

[davidfnmorgan]

I have to stop sleeping on myself.

I have to stop second guessing myself.

I have to stop doubting myself.

I have to start believing in myself.

I have to start encouraging myself.

I have to start loving myself.

I have to.

[poems-and-words]

[poems-and-words]

Book of the day: All The Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

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[ridleywritesall-blog]

This has literally been my struggle since I was nine, then again at 13 and then again at 19. Reminding yourself that you are more than a sexual assault victim and that you deserved to be loved, is extraordinarily difficult.

[ridleywritesall-blog]

Can we stop the fallacy that men define the relationship? Can we stop waiting with baited breath for him to secure us? Can we stop putting our worth in his hands? Because he will let you down. Not because men are these evil beings born for preying on women But because they are human Just like you Just like me And the beautifully tragic thing about humans is that We mess up. So if you want to be something Anything With someone Take control of your happiness And stop waiting around for someone else to do it. RWA// Dear Women

[ridleywritesall-blog]

Writer's block is awful, help it be less awful.

Do you know that bubbly, colorful, deep ache you get when your body is telling you to do something creative but you have no idea what to focus that powerful energy on? If you do, you know how frustrating it is, to have all of this untapped power at your finger tips. That being said, I need your help. Send me an emotion, setting, item, character, color, or even a thought. Just one of those and I'll write something the includes that! It would mean a lot, I haven't been writing and I need a jump start. Thank you!

[ridleywritesall-blog]

From my massive amounts of files on my computer.

[ridleywritesall-blog]

I don’t even have thoughts In this moment everything rushing through me is pure emotion. Unruly and untamed. They ransack my body leaving nothing but frozen pieces of myself.

RWA// Untitled

[ridleywritesall-blog]

The only way in or out of this town is the train. Nobody remembers how we got here but we all know how to leave. One doesn’t buy a ticket for the train; they are earned. If they are satisfied with the work that you’ve done, the tickets just...appear; in your house, pocket, on your pillow, by your food, any place that they’re bound to be noticed. Some say that silent messengers are sent to deliver them, some say they’re spirits, some say it’s witchcraft, but the truth is, no one can explain the phenomenon of the tickets nor the train. The train runs all night with only one stop in the town. You can hear the distant horn, like a haunting lullaby, reaching out beyond the thick, smoke like fog that surrounds our seaside village. The jaundice light of the train is a beacon of something we can’t reach. Every day the train stops for only an hour. It stands there, waiting for the passengers that won’t arrive. The looming steel locomotive towers far above our dreams. The Unloading occurs every year on March 7th. That is the only time when new people arrive the the village. Single file, they lumber off. The red blindfolds are tied securely around their eyes. They don’t stumble nor falter even though the people cannot see. They walk on, heads down, one by one as if guided by a shared knowledge.

RWA// An excerpt from a story that I'll never write.