The Wall

El poder del amor.

Hazme inmortal prende tu vida, a mi vida de incansables caricias,

Con tus los labios húmedos, Llenos de mi sed y deseos.

Dibuja en mi espalda la ignea, Adolecente apresurada de tus besos.

Que en mi corazón estan esperando, a fundirse igual que el hierro, en el ápice de tu pecho.

Para encontrar juntos en el cielo, un verano de murmullos rojos, Que con el fuego de tu amor.

Brillaran nuestras almas ondulantes entre las llamas del olvido y deseos.

Para que siempre renazca, en nuestros cuerpos. El poder del amor.

by — A. K.

Counterpoint. Juan Francisco Palencia.

Apology Two Worlds.

tw, dissociation

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as the lighting flashes through the window

fallen down, playing faintly under my pillow

i feel a sense of peace, yet nothing all at once

i feel all, but nothing

my mind processes all thoughts, yet none

wherever i am

whatever trance i’ve fallen into

all of me wants to stay

yet leave all the same

is this where i’ve longed to be?

or another place i can’t feel?

am i truly happy here?

or am i only nothing?

the way it makes me feel,

i love and hate

but the thought of what i’d have to leave, just to stay

i can’t imagine how i’d live

i lay still on my bed,

pondering of what’s to come,

mourning what i’ve missed

yet favoring what i have

i don’t understand where i am

how i feel

what to think

or if i’m at peace

in the end,

i deserve it

i’m stuck in the middle

i feel like i

am dying sometimes

these days

but i am trying

to rein it in because

the next guy is an avalanche

and i am just a storm

- me

Fixed and finished !

Agnosthesia

this view of you

i couldn’t comprehend

there’s static where you lay

i wonder where’s your head

i can still see you

standing, waiting

suave and devoted

yet still hesitating

you’re fuzzy to the touch

sparks burn my fingertips

so much, too much

not enough

something new, brand new

filled the vacant space

it couldn’t be you

it wouldn’t be you

yet the vision wore your face

it became something new

why wouldn’t you take me with you?

Damn I can't believe A24's The Green Knight pulled a Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part 2 on us

no because it's august and she has her sun tea steeping in the back and she's painting the sky watercolor and she knows that you're waiting for a sign but that you're also drinking summer dry and digging your claws into the mowed grass, begging the season to stay still for a little longer, to wait for you to catch your breath

— healing is not supposed to be comfortable. you are not meant to find peace inside each tucked away corner of loss and grief. this cruel world will pull you under at a moment’s notice and you cannot do a damn thing about it, other than to feel the uneasiness and remember how you felt.

I am suicidal.

Have you heard my cries for help?

Do you see my struggles?

The torment my mind puts me through?

I can't escape.

I've tried,

But it's useless.

My mind holds me prisoner here.

I'm trapped in this body.

In this nightmare.

It plays on a loop.

Over and over again.

Like a record.

Once and a while it gets stuck

And I think I'll be free,

But then my mind gets back on track,

And its the same hell over and over again.

For all eternity.

There's no one coming to save me.

No knight in shining armor.

No angel from above.

I pull myself up out of the flames every night.

Dust myself free of the ashes,

And continue on.

This is my cruel reality.

No one ever comes.

@thewritingsofanunfetteredsoul

This year is big

Actually kind of big

Ive spent half my life now

Being a broke down kid

14 years ago

I was just a 14 year old kid

But the end of that year id be as lost

As I had ever been

At that point at least

Everyday since then

Ive been losing my shit

Its been 14 years since i was actually a kid

14 years since i seen my mom

Or haven't had problems a list long

14 years

If pain you can only grow from

Some wouldn't make it

But it made me who I've become

14 years of pain

Im only 28 now

But baby im done

If it wasn't for my kids

I wouldn't have last this long

The Jamie who left that ditch

Has never been the same one

In a few hours I will be turning 32 years old, 6 months ago I PROMISED myself I would not go into 32 being in active addiction. I am trying but I LITERALLY purposely took my sleeping meds so I would stay asleep all day so I WOULDNT USE METH.

My husband is off on weekends so he's been with the kids.

It's 10pm I am just waking up for a second time to eat and whatever and the first thing I grab is what?

MY PILO my throat actually kinda burns wanting to hit this bitch.

In my brain I justify it somehow being ok because I am not slamming it.

I NEVER REALLY FELT LIKE A JUNKIE UNTIL I STARTED SLAMMING IT AND NOW IM TRYING NOT TO ANYMORE .

What the fuck have I done to myself?

I knew fucking better then to play with fire and I ACTUALLY THOUGHT I WOULDNT GET HOOKED .

Anyway happy birthday to me.

The junkie mother

I'm glad The Green Knight held true to the original poem in that it might not be intended as a comedy, but if you're me (a genius) it's hysterical

My latest lyrics 🥀

Torn between the devil and deep, blue sea

Horns of dilemma impale old remains

Inevitability colors my wake

Yet the star calls my name

Hallowed is our fate

Desecration the title our free will takes

This pain and lack of foresight begs for

A grand escape

Run and please don't turn back

Maybe I'll regret, Maybe I'll crawl back, yet

It's not the same and it kills me to admit

For now, we're better off this way

How much further must change rip us in twain?

Novel wounds affix to where love once reigned

Selfsame and yet not equivalently

Learned in our collective exchange

Take away choice, Take away suffering

Options only give way to fallacy

The strength isn't there, I'll cave in

Your smile a sin I indulge in

Run and please don't turn back

Maybe I'll regret, Maybe I'll crawl back, yet

It's not the same and it kills me to admit

For now, we're better off this way

I know not what I say

i just want you to be happy

i would give anything in the world to see your smile

and if that means i have to give you up

maybe it’s worth it

because i don’t want to break you

the way i am breaking now

i wish

i could say

that i don’t think about you everyday.

but i do

not most days,

but some.

quite a few,

you wander into my mind

by the ocean,

when i read,

before i sleep.

and i wish you nothing but the best

but i always wonder

why you had no problem leaving me behind.

because my world shattered when you left

without saying

goodbye.

I wish I could shapeshift to be close — into

Earring that whispers 'hi' into your ear,

Necklace, a slight silver hug,

Cigarette between your fingers,

Rain on a cold November morning,

Watch on your wrist,

Favorite pair of boots,

Keys in your pocket,

Book on the shelf.

I wish I could shapeshift to be close, but

Trapped inside of the endless thought

I burn, burn, burn

she sits across the lake

in the dim hours of dawn;

when the little birds wake

and chirp their beautiful song

dark hair over her shoulders

and sweet eyes love-filled

she stares in the distance, 

smiling at a lily field

then she turns to me

and whispers in a tone hushed,

“‘tis the lily field which

made you and i, us.

‘tis the lily field which

makes me smile thus.”

— In The Lily Field

#3445

Tragic calamity, Grant us insanity Within creativity.