So you found a new book?
Or maybe you just published one?
Did you find a new webcomic that you like?
Or a song you think everyone should hear?
No need for explanation…Just Share it.
You find a good deal that you think we should all see? Just share!
Or hey even a joke you think too fun not to share, Just share it.
Post links in the comments.
Occasionally I will too.
I can’t even explain what I was doin here. But it was fun.
Poets are expected to write love poetry.
Today of all days I feel like I am out of place.
My boyfriend and I have been together for nearly all our adult lives…but we are not the romantic sort. He is my best friend.
His sister writes such lovely romantic poems.
I am trying to talk her into publishing them.
But for the poet who writes gothic poems or poems about nature more than love poems…today is an extra stress.
For poets write about love and romance, right?
I just want to say it is okay to be alone. I am nonbinary with Acesexual tendencies. Romance is not something that interests me…so why would I write about it?
Just because today is a commercialized romantic hell…You are okay even if you have not found that person yet. You are okay even if you never do.
Lyrics –
I can’t unhear what you said
You’re so messed in the head
For all the pain that you spread to me
You got to live with the fact
You stuck a knife in my back
And then you laughed while you watched me bleed
What you got coming to ya you did to yourself
Now you got coming to ya everything i felt
Like sliding down a razor blade
Feeling every cut
Sucker punch into the face
Then you taste the blood
I hope it hurts a little
I hope it hurts you bad
I hope it hurts a little more than that
Like burning in the flames of fire
Turning into ash
Walking then you’re running
On a bed of broken glass
I hope it hurts a little
I hope it hurts you bad
I hope it hurts a little more, more than that
Sure hope you know how to pray
And how to self medicate
Cause when you come face to face with the fear
It’s there as long as you live
Don’t look to me to forgive
I think you know what you did
What you did what you did
What you got coming to yeah you did to yourself
Now you got coming to ya everything I felt
My 2 Cents –
So Thursday I am going to the Disturbed/Falling in Reverse/Plush Concert. I admit I had not really paid any attention to Plush. Now I am listening to them to fix that. I love the other two bands…and I am starting to grow fond of this one.
Can you find the answers? Do You Have a Copy yet?
So you found a new book?
Or maybe you just published one?
Did you find a new webcomic that you like?
Or a song you think everyone should hear?
No need for explanation…Just Share it.
You find a good deal that you think we should all see? Just share!
Or hey even a joke you think too fun not to share, Just share it.
Post links in the comments.
Occasionally I will too.
As many of you know I try to use Serena for my more gothic pieces. I posted the above in a poetry group on Facebook. A private one as I was not ready to share it. In my mind it spoke of finding reasons to live…Facebook flagged it as speaking about suicide or self harm.
I have had my poetry with Serena misunderstood before.
This one I wrote about the Dahlia Murders…and I was promptly told I was writing about the female anatomy.
I am saddened by the removal because I would have loved to have the other poets feedback…but I guess that was Facebook telling me I wrote something worth censoring.
I posted yesterday on Facebook how blessed I felt. I had been invited to join a collective group of poet’s and artists. I said that I felt like an ant in a group of giants.
A good friend pointed out that without Imposter syndrome where would we be… Politics?
That made me laugh .
I am ill suited for politics, because the only person I can lie successfully to is me.
Still I shall enjoy the time spent amongst others who bend words so pleasantly.
(btw the art is mine)
Title; ridge
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