Woe, to mine heart Frozen in time, With no love of friends faithful. Woe, to mine pride And hearts' traitor, Too oft forgiving the whip Of slanderous tongue. Woe to mine friends whoms ears turned Towards shrewing most angry. They walk dark path, With honeyed lies, Wooed to their hearts' demise. Here, in this night I remain thine. With patience and sorrow. Choice, not mine own To walked thorned path To those faithless, I remain faithful. Unlike thine wretched shrew, My love bears no condition.
Letting go, The fear, The anger, The resentment Fading away. Ghost of years, Pain of a season. I set out to learn, And you were the reason, But now it's me. Hard growing, Not slow, nor Swift enough. You vanished A ghost in the dawn, Growing this garden I press on. You won't see it. You're all gone. I love you, I'm letting go.
Would it be okay if I just go away? Fade from your life like I wasn’t there yesterday? Then I could be gone before we ever sang those songs. Is it okay that I’ve started forgetting The sounds of your laughs and the woes you were fretting? I resent you, do you resent me? Half-truth and slanted views, Through death and bitter truths, I’ve needed you. Some days I wish I were a memory, Or not even, You can’t be ignoring someone who never was. So tired of being a monster always seen, I’m just broken, and you’re all broken like me. And now, no for months, I’ve just not wanted to Be. My reactions were years of conditioning. You don’t know what I’ve lived, what I’ve seen. But I’m the monster, And self-assured are you three. I hope someday you come to see Really look, hear, and truly see me for me. Seems though like an impossible dream.
You aren’t here. Shadows and Ghosts of my early years, A brother found, then a brother dead, One moon’s turn, then another led. I pushed through each day, And for your comfort I ached. But you aren’t here. Little by little I felt my mind break, I wanted you here and I wanted you gone, Though I wasn’t, I felt so alone. Then a light on my mind was shone. And you weren’t here. Another moon’s grown. I started on the secrets of my past, Uncovering all that I asked, Tortures who’s pain still lasts. Lies- gods so many fucking lies. Mother’s neglect and bleeding child. Mother’s hate, one then two. I need you, but where the fuck are you? Flower crushed when it started to bloom. Panther and her cubs grown in chains, She didn’t even get to choose my name. False security bought from lustful males. Three Queens on top, no child spared the nails. Three moons past, How many since we spoke last? Closure, and hope for return far cast. You’ll never be back here. Three sisters lost. One brother
To the Bricks of That Stone Wall by ripond, literature
Literature
To the Bricks of That Stone Wall
You’re a wall that I scream at Begging to be heard. You’re the backs turned, Rejection plain While you spit my name. You’re the hammers breaking wrong healed bone, Hurting me over and over again. You’re the friends that never were Ghosts of a promise And betrayal you think I earned. You’re the fire that burns me, Cures me, Smashing open the thin shell that protected me. You’re the beasts that laugh at my pain And justifications claim. You’re the pride of fools Afraid to look in and see themselves. I’m the broken mirror you project to I show the real you Hidden behind haughty word and self righteous spite You who must to the world always be in the right. Is it all better With me gone forever? Or is it all Slowly Breaking Apart? I know of your doubt. I know of your second guessing. What has all this been getting? I know of your threats too, Oh advocate of the abused. I know the game you play You excuse and justify, And defend your right to do it. But you hold a higher standard! And
Woe, to mine heart Frozen in time, With no love of friends faithful. Woe, to mine pride And hearts' traitor, Too oft forgiving the whip Of slanderous tongue. Woe to mine friends whoms ears turned Towards shrewing most angry. They walk dark path, With honeyed lies, Wooed to their hearts' demise. Here, in this night I remain thine. With patience and sorrow. Choice, not mine own To walked thorned path To those faithless, I remain faithful. Unlike thine wretched shrew, My love bears no condition.
Letting go, The fear, The anger, The resentment Fading away. Ghost of years, Pain of a season. I set out to learn, And you were the reason, But now it's me. Hard growing, Not slow, nor Swift enough. You vanished A ghost in the dawn, Growing this garden I press on. You won't see it. You're all gone. I love you, I'm letting go.
Would it be okay if I just go away? Fade from your life like I wasn’t there yesterday? Then I could be gone before we ever sang those songs. Is it okay that I’ve started forgetting The sounds of your laughs and the woes you were fretting? I resent you, do you resent me? Half-truth and slanted views, Through death and bitter truths, I’ve needed you. Some days I wish I were a memory, Or not even, You can’t be ignoring someone who never was. So tired of being a monster always seen, I’m just broken, and you’re all broken like me. And now, no for months, I’ve just not wanted to Be. My reactions were years of conditioning. You don’t know what I’ve lived, what I’ve seen. But I’m the monster, And self-assured are you three. I hope someday you come to see Really look, hear, and truly see me for me. Seems though like an impossible dream.
You aren’t here. Shadows and Ghosts of my early years, A brother found, then a brother dead, One moon’s turn, then another led. I pushed through each day, And for your comfort I ached. But you aren’t here. Little by little I felt my mind break, I wanted you here and I wanted you gone, Though I wasn’t, I felt so alone. Then a light on my mind was shone. And you weren’t here. Another moon’s grown. I started on the secrets of my past, Uncovering all that I asked, Tortures who’s pain still lasts. Lies- gods so many fucking lies. Mother’s neglect and bleeding child. Mother’s hate, one then two. I need you, but where the fuck are you? Flower crushed when it started to bloom. Panther and her cubs grown in chains, She didn’t even get to choose my name. False security bought from lustful males. Three Queens on top, no child spared the nails. Three moons past, How many since we spoke last? Closure, and hope for return far cast. You’ll never be back here. Three sisters lost. One brother
To the Bricks of That Stone Wall by ripond, literature
Literature
To the Bricks of That Stone Wall
You’re a wall that I scream at Begging to be heard. You’re the backs turned, Rejection plain While you spit my name. You’re the hammers breaking wrong healed bone, Hurting me over and over again. You’re the friends that never were Ghosts of a promise And betrayal you think I earned. You’re the fire that burns me, Cures me, Smashing open the thin shell that protected me. You’re the beasts that laugh at my pain And justifications claim. You’re the pride of fools Afraid to look in and see themselves. I’m the broken mirror you project to I show the real you Hidden behind haughty word and self righteous spite You who must to the world always be in the right. Is it all better With me gone forever? Or is it all Slowly Breaking Apart? I know of your doubt. I know of your second guessing. What has all this been getting? I know of your threats too, Oh advocate of the abused. I know the game you play You excuse and justify, And defend your right to do it. But you hold a higher standard! And
Mostly I write, the only drawing I can do well by myself seems to be maps, but I rock at maps. I love creating worlds, lore, and cultures. I'm working on a massive project right now involving a world of my own creation, I even have a 3 sheet X 3 sheet map glued together and taped to my wall which I'm very proud of. I'm a gamer, wanted to be an archeologist and linguist when I was a kid, I still have a lot of interest in ancient cultures and languages, even though my dreams changed a bit. I also occasionally do poetry, and make up songs randomly that I forget an hour later.