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beneath a chorus of tears
our starless voices drowned
as twilight hung by a thread
and frayed hearts made no sound.
—RTG
Porch Light
Our porch light is the colour of fire in the sky. It's the colour of a midnight campsite Projecting off the walls.
It reminds me that we own a fire pit and never use it. It reminds me that I never stay up late, Although I’ve always loved the dark.
I stand under porch light and I am reminded:
There’s a whole other world Illuminated by shadows And stars.
Lost in this desolate desperation
Seeking some sort of solace sensation
Firey rage against this apathy cage
Ashes give way to a vast icy space
Thus repeats the pergatorial cycle
Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.
— William C. Hannan
From my diary, October 24th
a listener need a listener too—
9th July 2025
I'm trying again
though I never seem
to stay consistent
For a the moment,
my head is above the
water
my feet can reach
some solid
sand
though who can tell
(certainly not me)
when this bank will
swiftly wash away
and the waves
reclaim the upperhand
Tears of frustration,
Overwhelmment,
Exhaustion,
Form in the corners of my eyes
A sob unwittingly escapes--
I abruptly force it back
In order to make note
Of yet another task
In my perpetual list
that seems to everlast
Trapped in the furnace of my frustration,
My sorrow burns fiercely
transformed ire
Fuels my
Inescapable,
Ingrained,
shameful
Desire for
Overachievement
Anxiety bubbles over
Scalding my soul
And charring my passion,
My happiness.
Pervading me
Mentally,
Physically,
Viscerally,
Spiritually.
Convince myself
It will get better soon
But how many times
Can I fall for that lie
Before become immune?
you are deserving
Why do we
(as a society)
pride ourselves
on suffering
in silence?
instead of
seeking solice,
we're meant to turn to solitude.
To obscur
our need
for support
lest we seem
unjustly weak
unworthy of
consort
lest they deem us
too dependent
and disregard
our numerous efforts
to operate
in a system
that aims
to isolate
This is one of the loneliest seasons of my life. I really hope it starts getting better soon.
Perpetual depression
Unyielding obsession
With some far-fetched escape
From the daily oppression
Of this capitalist hellscape
In all our memories strung together
Is this one that you'll keep?
A defining moment
That teaches you
Not to trust or rely on me
One brief moment
That could contribute a crack
To our potential future bond
If I could just keep it all together
You wouldn't have any stones
In your pearly memories
(though you do so love collecting rocks)
I already regret every infinitesimal pebble
That has fallen from my burden
To crush your spirit even for an instant
I'll keep working to shoulder and break down my own boulders
So that you don't have to feel anything I've inherited
that's heavy
The world is too heavy
And every time I try
To shoulder some of the load
From someone else who looks weary
I feel like I might collapse
Life shouldn't be this overwhelming
All of the time