Dio Writes

Fragments of memories that cannot be

Hidden in plain sight

Temporal anomalies, calling out

Begging to be seen

Clear as day and clearly impossible

Their messages whispered

In a language I do not yet comprehend.

#writing #poetry #dreams #supernatural

So yeah, my experience of the Fedi has been wholly disappointing and I'm tired of hopping from place to place trying to find a home. Between spam, terrible mods, and just bad fits for homes, I'm kind of over it. Say what you will about mainstream social media, at least there are no expectations of “betterness” there.

Is that a word? It is now.

Read more...

This is… angry. And rightfully so, I guess, but I recommend skipping it if you do not like fury. And don't worry, I'm writing, not broken.

Read more...

There are holes in my mind

Wounds I did not know I'd suffered

Pieces of me, stolen

My spirit, screaming at me to remember

Patchwork approximations

Stitching messages out of my scars.

#poetry #writing

I do not have the words

These feelings

Defy explanation

Yet

As my tears fall

As my throat constricts

For a moment

I feel

For a fleeting moment

That it is okay

For me

To

Let

Go.

#poetry #writing

Warning: Depression, death, self-hate, loss.

I have some pretty angry things written from when… well, from when. I held onto my grief for a long time… still do, kind of. This is… sort of how that felt, as best I can put it.

Read more...

Inspired by Gris, the mysteries of the ancient world, our lost magic, hope, longing, and my desperate desire to make this universe a place worth living in.

Something has been stolen from us Fragments scattered in our dreams Our tear streaked souls, crying out From a longing they cannot explain

Read more...

Warning: Probably might maybe hurt your feelings I guess, w/e.

Okay so... I've been thinking about my calling ppl who refuse to tag sensitive posts assholes, wondering if I was too harsh.

And...

Read more...

Warning: Strong criticism of the judeochristian god, not that he doesn't deserve every ounce of it.

Read more...

Mortality That supposed inevitability that We are asked to accept as canon With our purposes served we Are to be discarded.

But are we so meaningless Fibers in the cosmic tapestry Forgotten soon after last breath Footnotes in other lives Half-remembered moments?

No.

We are so much more.

#poetry #writing #death

Enter your email to subscribe to updates.