Q:Do you know of any blogs I could be able to vent to and just have someone to talk to?
Here, let’s see! If you’re cool with helping out anons or others that need some one to talk to, reblog this post!
(if you do I’ll also save you for future reference, if a similar question is asked)
If I were a house and you were the rain
I’d open up all the windows and doors,
letting you flood and ruin me inside
just so I’d have an excuse to say I changed.
I am now Tumblr Pro.
No one can out-Pro me and my little hat.
Candlelights whispering rumors of flame,
tickling the air of the chamber with the scent
of dishonorable burdens and soaking shame.
Night had not even fallen before the message was sent.
A man of innocence and faith would be to blame.
The fireplace gossips tales of burnt wood and iron,
massaging the wind of the grand hall with the stink
of grandeur lies, cryptic tongues, and a jittered liar.
Day had not even risen before the cries were on the brink.
A man misunderstood and unknown shall burn in the pyre.
What Barriers Lie Between Myself and I?
I glance at the mirror,
My face is a stranger.
I search inside for hours.
Alas, I’ve always known.
Lo’, Fear is the mind killer.
My promises drizzle down lame
Like angel tears on a cracked window pane.
I used to see myself as a lion with a flowing mane
But, these days I’m nothing except worn and tame.
No Pride I dare to call my own.
As aged as abandoned nostalgic streets
With not a house or a dream for keeps.
Let it be shadows and gray fields that I roam.
For I am an empty train on rotting tracks
Screeching torturously into a velvet curtained night.
Like a man of the machine
Infusing his beating heart with steel
I replace these feelings with logistics
In order to analyze the [DATA] listed
[NO HUMANITY REQUIRED]
Years of [DECODING] and filing have passed
And I [ACCESSED] the encryptions
Telling me you had [FILE MISSING] me all along
Until I had given myself away
Obsessed with understanding the ‘Why’
Instead of [ACCEPTING] it for what it was..
[FILE NOT FOUND]
What We Comprehend is all We Know
Skin that boils in a rainbow twilight
melting off my lead bones and grinding flesh,
sizzling and crackling resonating from this corpse.
I’m lain in a chair of cards and knives
gambling on the weight of burdens and uncertainies
to send me tumbling down in a tempest of lavish bullets.
The infinite possibilities in a finite world etched into every round.
Blood-soaked glasses grant more vision
than open windows and kicked-down doors.
Flaying my mind of madness
while kindling the crippled clusters of concurrence.
I don’t see the splattered canvas as in the days of old.
What’s left is a tightened barbed crown
upon the forehead of a man’s desires.
Twirling and steady in step
with sickened headless horses
riding the road of bent nails and ripped letters.
There’s always a way.
You can do anything.
Imperfection is existence. Perfection is an end.
I like drinking milkshakes on Sundays
And smiling when it rains.
I prefer to cry and scream when I’m sad
Rather than let the river flood inside.
I let myself be shaken by my fears
So that I know my weakness
And I can become stronger
Don’t ever let yourself give up.
There isn’t such a thing as Impossible.
Only Happiness and Love
If you allow yourself to believe in it.
On the Precipice
I’ve got a mind scattered like children lost in the Forest of Visions. Behind every branch and tree lay a fraction of what use to be pieced together as a naive and childishly innocent painting. After the Moon lunged upward and gracefully glazed its eye over the horizon, the Sun was left with the withering remains of unfiltered confusion and grey tears. Like the lone wolf who didn’t ever want to be lonely, I howl even when the sky is brighter and bluer than my eyes when I could understand what it was to feel alive. As wounded as the chased hunter, my prey turned into a vicious beast of loss, grief, and guilt. Caught in this trap I have refused to resort to this last sacrifice and now as it stares through me I can only bleed a colorless stream of tortured and strangled collapses and shudders. The night and the ever-watchful Moon will come again, and while my insides are gnawed away and ripped out ruthlessly, I am to wonder where in this heaven-forsaken world did the tale of my tragedy and fall begin. I am to wonder if it is a cycle, and I am unbreakable. And without a final salvation.
To all the people who had a good christmas: have an even happier new year!
To all the people who didn’t have a good christmas: It’s alright to be upset. Not everyone has a perfect family, or even a good one. If you ended up crying, it’s okay. Please, know that people here care about you and it won’t always be like this. One day, you will have a christmas where you are surrounded by people who respect you and care about you, I promise.
Hope everyone is enjoying themselves and end up having an awesome holiday!
I shall be sitting here with tea and fireplace ambiance cause I have no actual fireplace.