poetry

monstrosity

i am shadow, darkness and lantern flame

the beast in the woods

monsters can’t be tamed

 

you know me by so many names

yet i’m not understood

i am shadow, darkness and lantern flame

 

cruel fangs that bite and maim

i’m nothing close to good

monsters can’t be tamed

 

i’ve been denounced and shamed

when before the world i stood

i am shadow, darkness and lantern flame

 

you called me “beast” and one i became

i’d open throats if i could

monsters can’t be tamed

 

much like an animal, i’m unashamed

branching antlers made of wood

i am shadow, darkness and lantern flame

monsters can’t be tamed

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optimism

When I’m by myself and the silence is crushing

that’s when depression decides to drop by

It tells me I’m worthless, it tells me I’m nothing

My head in my hands, I try not to cry

I wonder sometimes, what it would be like

to go for a day without hating myself

And tell these bad thoughts to just take a hike

And bottle my tears, put them high on a shelf

This is a battle I never thought I’d fight

Sadness coming over me out of nowhere

But by now I’ve the heart of a war-hardened knight

And I lift up my weapons of hope and self-care

God help me, I won’t be another statistic

“They couldn’t deal with it, the world was too rough”

I’ll dismantle my feelings with methods artistic

With lyrics and verse, but will this be enough?

Can writing this down really help my depression?

I don’t understand, it’s just words on a page…

I guess it’s a visual mind-decompression

my sorrow can now, finally, exit the stage

Laying these words down, I follow my thoughts

I see where my heart goes, the paths my mind takes

Depression sneers at me with all that it’s got

But I’ll stand up and foil every move it can make

This will not destroy me, I will not retreat

And I’ll handle myself with pure, joyful grace

Lots of friends on my side, I can stay on my feet

And keep fighting on with a smile on my face

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brainweird

And now I want to cry

Suddenly sad, but why?

Not doing well in my classes

Got bad eating habits

Can’t concentrate

Full of anger and hate

No social skills and I’m lazy, uncool

I’m in terrible shape

Can’t stand going to school

Life is so precious

and I’m wasting my time

But I can’t figure out what to do

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cosplay

anticipation bubbles

as convention dates draw near

and all my feelings muddle

my excitement, joy and fear

we’ll get our costumes ready

all my geeky friends and I

with seams and brushes steady

wielding paint and glue and dye

we toil for love of fandom

and the characters we choose

pose solo or in tandem

in so many different shoes

always ready for pictures

we enjoy our fleeting fame

ignore the hateful strictures

no wrong way to play this game

for a moment in our lives

break away from all that’s real

and we’re satisfied to strive

to our own ego ideal

for the fiction we adore

work our fingers to the bone

not a hobby, something more

when we cosplay, we’re at home

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hit it

i feel light, the hit goes to my head and down to my fingers

i am switched on

i have enhanced appreciation for all five senses and

i feel light, lifted

i am beautiful and perfect, and so is everyone else

i know

i am high(er) than i am accustomed to and

i worry about nothing

i feel the light

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Invocation for the lonely

O Muse

Appear unto me

I’m lost in the dark of my mind and can’t see

With so many things

Tales to tell, songs to sing

The noise of the world is too loud

Dear Muse

Please stay for a while

I’ll keep working hard if you’ll give me a smile

I have these ideas

Lots of good ones, so please

Can you just turn the volume down?

Sweet Muse

Would you like a drink?

Can I get you anything? I’ll let you think

Just get comfortable

Keep your cup nice and full

Good to have you, just relax now

My Muse

Shall we watch a film?

I’m writing of horror, let’s watch something grim

Where are you going?

Ideas are not flowing

It’s your job, I need you around

Hey, Muse!

Don’t leave me alone

This is why I called you, to keep you at home

Giving up on me?

Then I’ll just set you free

Good luck finding work in this town!

Psh, Muse

Who even needs her?

I can do this work myself, I’m fairly sure

I’ll get along fine

Without her in my mind

No matter where my words are found

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poetry

Name

I.

Being given a name is so inconsiderate

I didn’t ask for life, nor this

designation

One word

or two or three

How can you say it’s “me”

There will always be

a disconnect between “giver” and “receipt”

Parents, proud of their accomplishment

bestow gifts that might not fit

While “Jessica” means “to behold”

I’m not attached to it

“Elizabeth” claims royalty

“My god is abundance”, it cries

Regardless of where responsibility for my creation lies

I can’t continue bearing this inaccurate guise

II.

All my years I’ve admired the beautiful snake

simple and perfect in design and in charm

Able to be cared for and adored

And able still to harm

I learned there were snake people

wise and beautiful and rare

Ruling ornate cities covered in jewels

with glittering crowns in their hair

Sensuous

sinuous

this, I wanted to be

So tied by AFAB* lines, from their queens I chose the name Nagi

III.

Years gone slowly by and I came to realize

that I wasn’t a woman at all

And I suddenly needed a new, better name

to help me get up and stand tall

Eager to please, I chose one with a “J”

to ease the transition for those around me

Always considering others,

before thinking of my own needs…

But “Jude” it was, still is and ’twill be

On account of its deep importance to me

The Beatles, a saint,

betrayal

forgiveness

Inner security is my first order of business

The curated badges by which I’ll be known,

have carried me comfortably to this throne

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