Have you ever mourned someone who is still very much alive?
In the end we all become stories.
That doesn’t mean that the stories are true.
It doesn’t mean that the stories accurately reflect you.
And when the last person that knew you dies your story fades…
Until the last person that they shared pieces of you with then dies
And so on until your story evaporates into the ether.
I remember you
but through rose-colored glasses
you, only better
and with my last breath
I hope someone remembers
a much better me
get out Perseus
I’ve said no
a thousand times
I want to be alone
you call me Monster
but it’s you who are the monster
forcing women against their will
keeping them in cages
you call me Gorgon
I wear the name proudly
you fear my power
I’m not here for you
or I will kill you
the snakes hissed
reaching for him
their eyes red with rage
you dare speak to me that way
his hands balled into fists
and with one swift motion
his head hit the floor
I speak anyway I wish
said Medusa softly
this is my home
then she grabbed his ankle
and dragged his still body to the sea
See original by Gigi!
I could —
But there is Death to remember,
Jim’s beautiful friend,
there is the pain to remember
the pretty red thoughts of steel on skin
and the stinging bite as you slide flesh under blade
I could —
But there is a time for everything
and maybe my bones need not be ground to dust just yet
or maybe there is time left to dream
I am a butterfly in chains,
black booted, bereaved, all in sinner’s black
There is a time and place for everything
oh why is it so damn difficult
this business of love and Death
and oh what a mess
sits atop a basket of brightly hued plastic grass
surrounded by a sprinkling of jelly beans
and colorfully dyed hard boiled eggs
an Easter basket
*though for me its all about the chocolate!
reblog for Easter, originally posted 3/28/2018
oh, you do not hop
your ears, they do not listen
poor Easter bunny
your nose does not twitch
sadly you are not fuzzy
poor Easter bunny
ears will be the first to go
poor Easter bunny!
silliness originally written 3/28/2018,
thought it would be an appropriate reblog!
the pain in your heart
seeps out of your eyes
and while you still long for freedom
you’ve long ago lost the will to fight
slowly, you’ve succumbed to your demons
now, into the abyss you take flight
with wings far too tattered to fly
you knowingly, willingly depart
and as you fall to your enviable death
only the stillness
as you take your last breath.
He was the kinda hare that made all the bunnies blush.
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