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Oh, mortality, why must you taunt me so?
Jul. 1st, 2011 09:24 pmA/n: Okay, I have about reached my limit for sad news today. Apparently, my muses like to poke me when I'm depressed. I was thinking of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
easilymused1956 early this morning, and I just recently heard we lost silenceberry as well. For some reason, this hit me really hard. I didn't know either lady particularly well, but reading their comments to myself and others in fandom always left me with a lighter heart and a smile on my face. There has been too much negativity and sadness in my life of late, but I refuse to let it squash me. This poem is the fruit of my musings on mortality. Forgive me if it's complete garbage, but I needed to get it out, or this feeling would've crushed me. Dad had a home visit from hospice care today for the first time, and for some reason, my emotions are still raw and tangled. That, coupled with thinking about the loss of two people who had been such a part of fandom, led me to write this.I mean no offense to anyone. Feel free to give any feedback you have. The reference to Hell crept in because it seemed appropriate to the poem, not because it's something I believe in. I am in no way implying that anyone we've lost is there right now. They were wonderful ladies who brightened many lives with their comments and writings. I'm just feeling frustrated by the fact that so many people see same sex relationships as "sinful." It makes no sense to me at all, and I'm sick of that attitude. I live in the Bible belt, and I've heard far too much of that sort of talk lately. I'd like to remove said belt from the narrow-minded assholes and whip them with it. And I am not general a violent person, except toward myself. Anyway, I hope it's okay that I wrote this.
"Flying phoenix"
Teetering on the edge of
jagged rocks,
I plead for you to
save me
From myself.
I'm crying streams of
never-ending tears.
Your arms clutch me closer,
Though I can't seem to help
Falling faster.
The arms of midnight
reach to embrace me-
fire burning bright.
You would call it Hell,
but soon I will be reborn-
from the fine grey ashes-
That now float
upon sweet wind.
easilymused1956 early this morning, and I just recently heard we lost silenceberry as well. For some reason, this hit me really hard. I didn't know either lady particularly well, but reading their comments to myself and others in fandom always left me with a lighter heart and a smile on my face. There has been too much negativity and sadness in my life of late, but I refuse to let it squash me. This poem is the fruit of my musings on mortality. Forgive me if it's complete garbage, but I needed to get it out, or this feeling would've crushed me. Dad had a home visit from hospice care today for the first time, and for some reason, my emotions are still raw and tangled. That, coupled with thinking about the loss of two people who had been such a part of fandom, led me to write this.I mean no offense to anyone. Feel free to give any feedback you have. The reference to Hell crept in because it seemed appropriate to the poem, not because it's something I believe in. I am in no way implying that anyone we've lost is there right now. They were wonderful ladies who brightened many lives with their comments and writings. I'm just feeling frustrated by the fact that so many people see same sex relationships as "sinful." It makes no sense to me at all, and I'm sick of that attitude. I live in the Bible belt, and I've heard far too much of that sort of talk lately. I'd like to remove said belt from the narrow-minded assholes and whip them with it. And I am not general a violent person, except toward myself. Anyway, I hope it's okay that I wrote this."Flying phoenix"
Teetering on the edge of
jagged rocks,
I plead for you to
save me
From myself.
I'm crying streams of
never-ending tears.
Your arms clutch me closer,
Though I can't seem to help
Falling faster.
The arms of midnight
reach to embrace me-
fire burning bright.
You would call it Hell,
but soon I will be reborn-
from the fine grey ashes-
That now float
upon sweet wind.
