the void rambles back...

23. she/her. someone in need of a place to let go.

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symbols

you’d think we’d evolve society with technology. the tales in our history books are just that--tales. it only makes sense that the oppressed are beyond apology. we are at the point where we write what the future entails.

symbols of hate clog up our avenues. we tied them up, pulled ‘til they tumbled. you’ll see all the destruction on the news  but they silence the cries of grief that rumbled.

when you watch a murder by someone sworn to protect, who do you think you would trust: someone who thinks valuing a person’s life is politically correct or someone who believes that the respect on lives is a must?

slave were sold at various buildings still in tact. restored as historical landmarks to celebrate their crimes “how can we tear down a historical artifact?” “let society learn from its mistakes and get with the times.”

hasn’t enough time passed? haven’t we had enough? with all the historical records, couldn’t we tear it down at last? not one person of color can forget a history so rough.

monuments of a notable german fascist came down and germany still remembers all the horrible deeds. the oppressed wouldn’t mind if monuments of oppressors drown but none would be forgiven as long as the oppressed still bleeds

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happy father’s day

happy father’s day is that what i’m supposed to say?

how does one celebrate the one person who fills you with hate?

do i hate you? no, i don’t believe that’s true.

but do you cause me a lot of stress? i think it’s an easy guess.

you provided me with so much a roof, some food, and such.

i can list all kinds of stuff for that, i can’t thank you enough.

but you always make me cry no matter how hard i try.

every time i make a mistake it’s amazing how much you make my heart ache.

i bury myself in my tears because i’ve disappointed you for years

i can’t just be myself no matter how many accolades i have on your shelf.

but today i’ll put a smile on my face. maybe i’ll pull you in for an embrace

because this day is just for you. i’ll say things that are untrue.

i’ll look at you, smile and say: “happy fathers day”

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contradiction and consistency

there are many things i don’t understand about you. when i do good i wonder if you care at all. when i feel like i achieved something great, i look at you and your reaction is so small.

when i approach you with an opportunity at work, you say i’m not good enough, and they won’t see the appeal in me. but when i hold back because of my lack of experience, you scream about how lazy i can be.

even with my friends, your input is so confusing. when they succeed, you use it against me. “they’re leaving you behind and moving on with their lives.” but when they fail, you say it brings out the worst in me.

everything seems to be my fault. it’s exhausting coming home to the insults and pressure the fact that this is everything i knew about you my whole life i wonder if all this shit brings you pleasure.

you’re a walking contradiction, with what you want and what you give. if one thing is consistent: every time i talk to you, i question my will to live.

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What’s Meant For You Will Always Be Yours

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haha kinda out of my pattern and aesthetic here, but pretty much most of what i write here is based on negative emotions. it’s not that i have these negative emotions on a daily basis. in fact, i mainly write and queue my posts so that there’s a consistent flow for me to follow. even this post is in my queue.

today was a good day though, so i don’t really have anything to write about. i hope to write about something good in my life, and it’s not like i don’t have a lot of days like this. i just feel like for now i should just relish in this feeling.

i’ve been thinking of changing my url even though i’ve just started this blog. lol so i did.

i also want to take this time to thank you for the notes and follows :) it’s one or two every now and then, but each note and follow tells me that my words resonate with someone. i’m not really trying to build a following here, but it does feel nice to see a notification when i post.

honestly the best part about getting notes on my original posts is knowing that people can relate to my experiences. making this blog, i figured i would be screaming into the void, but i guess the void is responding back.

thanks again for reading my ramblings.

-thevoidrambles

P.S. i’ll be tagging my ramblings like this as #thevoidspeaks, so you can see my word vomit in a single place haha

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the internet

the internet is such a weird thing. for some it’s a dangerous place, for others it’s a safe space.

your reputation online is so fragile. all these views are something that can make or break you. but do you have anyone to cry to?

it’s a space that unites people in times of struggle. some topics can spread far and wide, but others you want to keep all inside.

in times of scandal, proof is so powerful. screenshots and video ruin one person’s career, while others still stand tall with great support “nope i’m still here”

is the aesthetic worth it while all this is going on? do we have time to laugh at tiktok and vine, and pretend as if everything is just fine?

where is my spot in all this? do i have anything to give here in this wild concoction of love and fear?

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and you make jokes because you’re afraid to take anything seriously, because if you take things seriously they matter

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react

if i saw you again, what would my reaction be? better question: if you saw me again, what would your reaction be?

i think i would have a war between my body and mind. do i run away or stay and be kind?

how would you feel if i stood right in front of you? far enough to keep my distance but close enough to recognize you.

would you writhe in disgust, or would you welcome me with a smile? i think whatever happens, i would want to run to the last mile.

the closure we think we had wasn’t enough in the end. a few years later: can we ever really be friends?

i wouldn’t mind seeing you from afar, but i’d walk away if we crossed paths at a bar.

so that’s pretty much it when it comes to me. if you saw me again what would your reaction be?

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