This is Your GiftAll that you love shall be taken from you.As punishment, all your attachments will be destroyed.You will be continually tempted with all that you want and that you cannot keep.You will be given no actual choice; all your choices will be mere delusion.You will torture your own mind and twist your own perceptions in an overwhelming effort to avert your attention from the simple truth that all existence is suffering.You are expected to perpetually succor your tortured mind with images of illusionary happiness until the moment of your inevitable sacrifice.This is consciousness; this is your gift; this is your punishment for daring to exist.
The Ruins - Part IThe Ruins - Poems of Lossby William BetheaPart IOnce, when I went to the Darkness;I left behind my precious things.When I arrived at Its door,There was no answer.Upon returning home,I found It waiting. The DarknessHeld my precious secrets in its teeth,Ground them into dust and spit themIn my face, laughing.Once, there was no where to turn.The Darkness pretended to be my friend.It welcomed me into Its lair.As It fed me, nurtured me,Comforted me, loved me,It siphoned away my soul.As I wept in utter delusion,The Darkness consoled my broken heart,Smothered my face into Its bosom,Offered Its orifices to slake my misery,Suckled my pain and fed on my loss.The Darkness would became engorged,Eyes rolling back, head lolling,Grinning gleefully, contented,Collapsing, in unconscious satiationUntil my need arose again.Returning lucidity repudiated the Darkness.It fled from my shattered existence, dying.Only then, did I recognizeThe endless irreparable ruins remaining.
Pray Grateful PilgrimPray, grateful pilgrim;This delicious ecstasyIs now yours, at last.
Rise From Her FootstepsRise from her footstepsAstonished, grateful flowers.Reach toward her light.
My GoddessI prayed to my GoddessThrough many a Moon's nightTo be worthy of the inspiration thatOne of Her priestesses might provide.Instead, She blessed me not merelyWith Her divine delegate,But with the Adorable ManifestationOf Her Pure, Lovely and Perfect Grace.Bound forever in grateful service,I devote my works to this rebirth.This Test and Gift, both, presented,My Goddess now doth walk the Earth.
Her SkinHer skinBy the back lightGlows with inner fireThe scent of twilight lingersOn her neckHer shoulders herThighs
All that could be done"All that could be done..."I will never believe it,Riding waves to shore.
Feel like shit? Read this. Hey you. Yeah you, reading this right now at this very moment. You are awesome. No, really, you are. You may not believe me, but it's true. You don't see it because you're upset right now. Whatever you're going through right now, whatever has upset you or turned your life upside down, just know that it won't last forever. Nothing good lasts forever, that's true, but nothing bad lasts forever too. Eventually whatever you're going through will pass, you'll move on through healing over time, and you'll be able to be happy again someday, don't worry. As long as you don't give up. You may never completely get over it, or it may take years or more to move on from, but I can promise as time goes on the pain will become less and less. It may feel like no one gives a fuck about you, and you may want to give up on living, but please don't. I can promise atleast one person out there gives a fuck. And if no one does, then I do. If you have no friends, I ca
Coffeeguts pile over whitesheets and blankets.i spilled them to youlast nightand you still saidi looked lovelya black sticky stain.how many chemicalscan your stomach handlebefore you have to drown me?how much bitternesscan you swallow? ~~~you are mycream and sugar, darling.and it tears me in halfwhen you split your skin.if you aren't carefuli might not be able tosip you up again.i am a powdery shadowcold autumn breezesand breathless cloudsbut if i could keep youbreathing, my world might bea little more alive
WeightWeightThere is a weightYou asked me to hold.(Just for a while,Just for a while.)My tendons strain and snap,I lack your Atlas strength.The crushing force of gravityMakes me weak, makes me sore.Take it back, take it back,But you’ve gone away.I’m sinking down, I’m sinking down.The water rises to my throat.Pushing down, rising upDrowning and drowning and drowning.Take it back, please take it back,Where have you gone?I’m pinned beneath this weight,With water to my nose.My lungs fill up with salt,Choking and screaming and breathingOnly freezing thickness of water.Where is that mild friend oxygen?Where has he gone?My stinging eyes are blind here.I cannot to escape, unwillingTo shed this leaden snareWherein I dwell confined.By You.I grip it tightly.Surely I will die,Sweet air has left my bloodcompletely.I lay back and let black water take me,Frozen fingers loosen on Your weight.And all at onceit falls awaycompletely.I watch i
what to say when you can't say i love you anymoreyour eyes were always soft, even whenyour voice went hard. for a while,i treated you like a god and i’mnot saying that i worshipped you,but i let you hold my handsand i told you all the sins i carriedin their grooves.i have since been told that they were neveryour burden to bear,but that doesn’t stop me from aching for youevery time i catch myself thinkingabout how it would feel to kiss the girltwo doors down. it’s been a whilesince i’ve confessed and i’m not surei remember how. the thing is,i don’t feel that guilty anymore.the thing is, holding hands is onlyten fingers away from letting goand we got so good at toeing the line of the cliffthat when you finally jumped, i forgoti was supposed to follow.sorry.i swear i thought i could keep you floating.i swear i didn’t mean to let the waterinto your mouth. sometimes i wishi could kiss you dry again but i knowthat’s not how this thing works, that’snot the way
GayI am gay.I'm not a disease, I'm not a problemI'm not an afflictionI don't need treatment.I don't need helpI'm not sickI'm not confusedI'm not a sin.I am gay.I'm your daughterYour sisterYour friendYour co workerYour classmateYour acquaintanceA complete strangerI am gay.I need love, just like youI need smilesI need supportI need a hugI need a friendI need a familyI need acceptanceI need understandingI need youI am gay.I know what love isI know what pain isI know what hate isI know what life isI am gay.And I need you to love meThe same way you loved me before you knewI am gay.And I have experienced hateFrom more people than just youI am gay.And I wont change.I wont give up.I wont back down.I wont pretend.I wont lie.I wont deny.I wont hide.I wont hurt.I am gay.And that's okay.
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyof passions and talents,of guitars and stars,with such breathless intensitythen stops short andapologisesfor speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life,someone she loved broke her heartby ignoringher beautiful wordsand telling her toshut up,keep it down,nobody cares.People aren’t born sad.We make them that way.
On HomeOn Home - a poem by William BetheaOn home and dusty objects:Scatterings, prayers and junctions.The wind, alone, restless persists,Guiding sky waterFeeds emotional tricklings,Flows from wounded heightTo the vast, loyal, wanton ocean.