NaPoWriMo 2017: Day 11: I is for Ignorant Idiot

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I'm drowning in despair again

There is no brighter tomorrow

No matter how I wish for one

I can no longer hide in fantastic realms

Reality glares bright as a nuclear blast

Don't know why I thought I could escape

Ignorant idiot, me

I used to believe that dreams could come true

I used to believe in forever

But the body ages, and the truth is cold

People have not gotten any kinder

I no longer have blind faith in a hereafter

I believe in possibilities, but in the long run

What the hell does it matter

When it's so hard to squeeze joy out of life

Ignorant idiot, me

There is no better tomorrow

And if I immerse myself in fantasy

I only do so to escape

From an unbearable reality

In the end, all is struggle, all is bullshit

There is no heaven, and hell is here

Ignorant idiot, me

~Cie~

Wish For Dreams That Never Come True

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Wish For Dreams That Never Come True

 

Why bother to wish

On shooting stars for those things

I know cannot be

 

~Cie~

 

 

Love is the Ten of Swords

I love you.
Not just when it's tragically hip to do so.
Not just when your band is the "in thing."
Not just when you're young and unconventionally handsome.
Not just when things are going good.
Not because I'm a pretty girl (I'm not) who likes to prove she can get any man she sets her mind to.
Not only when it's a nice day or I'm hypomanic or at least the charnel smell isn't blowing down from the damn meat packing plant to the North of where I live.
Not even only when your beautiful, sharp mind is at its best and you're cooking up something new and wonderful.
I love you when it hurts like hell to do so.
I love you because you deserve to be loved.
I love you because you were, are, and always will be a cut above.
I love you because you're beautiful in the ways that really count.
I love you even though I know how it makes me look.
I love you even though it makes my heart feel like it's being ripped out by dull razor blades and sometimes stabbed through by burning swords.
It never ends--I always will love you.

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~Cie~

 

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Dream about Me Sweet Brother

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Poetry of the Netherworld

 

 

Even when he started showing signs of how frail and sick he was becoming, he still didn’t want to be a burden to anyone, and so he kept trying to be strong and do what he believed was right.

And so, this is why I can’t stop talking about him.

That and the fact that he saved my life more than once when I was a miserable, lonely, scapegoated, mentally ill teenager just by making music that was for people like me, not for the “cool” kids, but for the rejects, for the lonely, the angry, the pissed off. For people who everyone else thought was worthless. Malcolm Young did not give a rare rat fuck about being cool. I loved that about him—love that about him.

Always in the present tense, because that is a feeling that will never die.

Love in the Time of Pain

Love in the Time of Pain

 

The love we feel

When things are going well

Comes easy enough

 

The test of our mettle

Is the love that we feel

When the road has gone rough

 

Love in the time of joy

Is a happy dance

Of a springtime song

 

Love in the time of pain

Is the sky crying tears

In a world gone wrong

 

Love in the time of joy

Carries you through the day

On angel wings

 

Love in the time of pain

Makes the soul want to run away

From what the new day brings

 

A sword through the heart

Reveals the true depth

Of the love within

 

~Cie~