Some burn to the ground
Others removed brick by brick
Redesign for the times
When the lease comes up
Or just fold up
When you have a bad day and need a reason...
Formerly: New Zenith To Hell…(all started with arc as writer here from the trials of Rising Stars to Preferred Author to WDC Quills Best Poetry Collection...
"Whoever fights monsters should see to it…he does not become a monster.” - Some guy, I guess. Look it up?
I’ve been to the abyss and back. Not so bad.
The loneliest happy person you'd ever meet, when not the saddest person who needs to be alone.
In an ever-changing world, we need to handle topics at the ready. If you roll over and give in to the narrative without lending a voice, might as well hand over your civil liberties. Voices could connect to true conscience and spirit for honest and open discourse. Why feel so redacted?
Unify on issues or don't but put drama aside. Open minds require complete objectivity. Or, agree to disagree and have a beer. Just writing what I feel without the narrative-altering mind f---ing with my head.
[MY Chorus] In your house, I long to be
Room by room, patiently
I'll wait for you there, like a stone
I'll wait for you there, alone
- Chris Cornell, RIP
"Some other stuff"
I'm in love with carefully chosen words, arranged just so, audible, edible, to inhale. I attempt to post new poems and epiphanies daily with some links to what inspires.
I am legally blind with a rare, genetic form of glaucoma. I'm described as "end stage" after two successful surgeries, still subject to further vision loss. Cataracts complicating matters. Writing Can get strenuous but seldom deters what yearns to emerge, despite a documented history of depression and recently diagnosed ADHD and undefinable social disorders and/or PTSD. Ammunition, or blanks?
My recent poetry:
BOOK
Never Was (18+) A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, and got in your eye. #1149750 by Citizen Journalist
Sometimes epiphanies about my insights on writing and life and what goes on...
"Blah, blah, blah"
Making sense of life is maddening. Why do I need to know, when truth may not actually exist? Learning to accept would be a better pursuit? Flailing about in my own mediocrity, hoping to bust out.
I am visible. You can put a face with a name. I would like to see other writers, too. Fiction is what you write, not who you are.
Reinventing myself. I couldn't continue on the path I was on and needed a fresh start. This time around I want to put the focus on writing and the world outside of this community as it affects my life.
I realize now that I have been baring my chest a bit more, as when young. fake me much more boring and unliberated than the real me.
A world arriving as silent as that blossom in your garden that I told you about...
Aw... Thank you for the mention, Brian! I feel honored. I'm so glad you are part of this wonderful community of writers. It's like having a second family.
Hey, I already wrote "Shift Into Action" to provide some tangible methods to push back. My journal is also laden with recommended organizations that are doing work in this space so people on the site have plenty of resources to look into on this front.
I wrote something today that dovetailed so nicely it made me realize I need to pack it up, rather than double down. I'm not getting enough joy out of life by idling over things, while aiming for perfection, while missing the true beauty that abounds, surrounds. Better stop before I make a poem out of that, too.
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