Dio Writes

Writing

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

Passionate, or perhaps just a bitch

Full of broken glass and fire

Opinionated, vocal, unrelenting

A sprinkling of sex for flavor

A fiction, touching on truths

That I didn't mean to disclose

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In this, a timeline darkened by despair

I see a people, not bound by threat of violence

But addicted to thier oppressors' chains

And I wonder; would they celebrate their freedom

Or beg those from who they've been freed

To make them into slaves once more?

#poetry #writing #despair

In which the strange and unusual continues and Dio gets a little weirded out.

#writing #personal #paranormal #truestory

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One does not make a deal with the devil

And expect to come out unscathed

But with the light of this world guttering

Perhaps it is time to arm myself

With the knowledge that she can provide

I do not turn away from the light

I embrace darker measures for darkest times.

#writing #poetry

I remember my younger self

Knowing that I could never be enough

Perpetually dissatisfied, despairing

My unworthiness writ in every failure.

To she who struggled with despair

Who sought unattainable perfection

Trapped in a cycle of self-hatred

Looking for peace that would never arrive:

Listen

You have ALWAYS been enough

And you ARE worthy of love

Perhaps if I tell you then

Someday, I'll believe me too.

#writing #poetry #selfcare

Evils once contained

Have broken free of their prison

And fascism, cruelty

Are ascendant, have risen

In mythology, heroes

Kept their darkness at bay

But reality's crueler

Complacency created these days

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#writing #fiction

I don't know how to quit; I've failed in so many ways, so many times and I still pick myself up, spitting blood and ready to fight. Some people say that makes me brave or I don't know, heroic but I think I just don't like to lose.

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What I write, invisible

Or mostly so

Poetry

Prose

Diatribes

Sex

Unseen, unread

These truths

Ephemeral monuments

Fading fast

Disappearing

Fragments in time

Glimpses of me

Lost

#poetry #writing

Viral, that's what I am

Words shifting perspective

Reason as a cancerous growth

Poison, seeping into your system

Truth, that deadliest of toxins

Operating from the shadow you cast

And taking you down, cell by cell.

#writing #poetry #revolution