[–] 3 points 4 months ago
  1. I joined Reddit when I was like 14, then when I heard about the API stuff and saw Lemmy mentioned as like Reddit but with more freedom of speech, I switched. (I guess I was wrong about that, here can have it's overzealous moderators too...) I was about 15/16 I think? I've been here over two years over various accounts.
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  • [–] 6 points 6 months ago

    As long as your account isn't under your real name this should be fairly anonymous. Is there any kind of support you're looking for specifically, or just someone to talk to? If the latter, I'm happy to talk about anything that's on your mind <3

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    Changing, shifting, like the seasons of the year
    Forever fluid, to never still, I fear
    And for past days, past yous, shed no tear
    All that's real is now and here.

    Two spirits or more within my mind
    Every time I look, there's more to find
    Someone careless, someone kind
    The river of mes does onward wind

    None steps in the same river twice
    But if you take my strong advice
    Make your river somewhat nice
    Or you may roll 'one' on life's dice

    I don new clothes every day
    Wish I could shapeshift the same way
    Don't hold me to what I say,
    If I said it yesterday
    It was not me then anyway.

    This whole time I speak of flux
    Who is this 'I'?
    Someone surely speaks of change
    Someone needs to break my chains.

    Why, by me (lemmy.zip)
    submitted 8 months ago* (last edited 6 months ago) by to c/poetry@sh.itjust.works
     

    Why oh why do good folk die
    And the wicked wither away
    Fore they see the light of day?

    What's the reason for passing of season
    When winter kills summer and autumn does rain
    What's the point of the muck and the pain
    When all of it's sure to happen again?

    What is the purpose of this awful world
    Where pain does flourish, and suffering unfurl?

    What can we do to destroy this foul place?
    What can we do, not just in my mind pace
    And think and ponder and suffer and moan
    But still in the end, still useless and alone

    I stare upon the phone
    The words on the screen, like a horrible dream,
    Telling me things that I don't want to know
    I want to know truth, but the truth is so bare
    News makes one believe that good folk are rare
    And even if not, if one suffering is there
    It still means that our universe isn't fair
    And for some stupid reason, I felt bound to care
    Rather than just escape to the air

    I have to do something, but that something is what?
    What can I do that will make pain not?
    I can't make the universe cold if it's hot
    I can't make it clean when it's covered in rot
    I fear that my true goal will never be got

     

    It is near noon of night but I have no fear
    Although dark conquers light, they are here
    With their anvils and hammers and people called Larry
    They'll make noise through the night, until the light and dark marry

    The symphonies play of color and sound
    The moonlight shines, the loud bangs abound
    The scuttling noises of tiny insects
    Unsettle the mind for what happens next

    Until suddenly laughter tears asunder the sky
    The union of lovers, the pleasure of brine
    The happiness shattered, the cold on its way
    But nobody cared, once they heard her say:

    "Oh, you ugly people, the trouble you make
    Thinking your choices are made for you by fate
    When the only real thing I can now know
    Is how much you'll suffer in the fiery glow."

    They turned to their fellows, and said with a smile
    "If the cause of my actions is truly myself,
    Then I decide to be in the utmost of health.

    The greatest of houses, the tastiest of foods,
    The wildest of lovers, the happiest mood.
    And even that Satanic realm that you imply -
    Why, I decide to simply pass my way by."

    "In fact," they continued, getting carried away
    "I'd free those of who old Lucifer holds sway.
    They can of course join my lifetime of sin
    Of pleasure and happiness - come on, join in!"

    But tragedy struck, as late was the hour.
    And not a pumpkin was seen, but a small orange flower.
    Alas, that's become of those who Metatron defy
    They have to, of course, protect their great lie.

    Oh, the man, the woman and boy
    None of them knew how to get the great joy
    Sunset came, and sunrise rose
    But for all of their days, no song was composed

    Swiftly
    Softly
    Slowly creeping
    Stab - crack!
    No one is weeping

    Those who would cry at the death of their lord
    Blew away into dust as their thoughtless minds soared

    "Nevermind," the old man said, sitting in the bench in the park.
    He slowly bent down to feed the birds - a pigeon, a dove and a lark
    The grey Oxford sky over his head, the harbinger of impending rain.
    He wrote his last word with the pen in his hand,
    And far away where, a girl's name was planned
    For the last time, her name was uttered
    While in sadness, the old man muttered.

     

    And if you close your eyes, you won't see the monsters
    And if you close the door, the banging is just the pipes
    Close your mind, never mind what might be out there
    Just close your eyes, for me, my lamb.

    It's gone, don't worry,
    In fact, it was never there.
    Your pain, my hurry
    You can never say I don't care

    I care for you
    I love for you
    I love you

    You are the reason the monsters stay away
    Those monsters that plague me in my mind
    Those monsters, I'll make sure they never trouble you
    I'll hold you in my mouth tonight

    I'll hold you in my arms tonight
    I hold you in the arms of a monster tonight

     

    I heard a word
    I meant it in my brain
    Another word sounded absurd
    Everyone thought she was insane

    The second word in truth they said
    Was 'I', but it was never known
    What speech the word, what tongue the talk
    What power has the telephone

    And in the end when words are null
    And all is but an inky black
    The power of the word is clear
    The word's power is only here

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