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I don't feel like anything

I don't feel like time will change

The monster that I've become

I'm waiting for the end to come

It's getting cold and I want to go

I'm losing hope and I'm letting go

-Sometimes I just want to get off this carousel

And live inside the darkest corner of my hell 

Sometimes I just want to watch the whole world burn

And hope that it would be enough to keep me warm

-(chorus)

I don't feel like I'm living

I feel more like a zombie

I can't control this monster

From slowly taking over

It's getting cold and I want to go

I'm losing hope and I'm letting go

Sometimes I just want to get off this carousel 

And live inside the darkest corner of my hell

Sometimes I just want to watch the whole world burn

And hope that it would be enough to keep me warm

So burn it down

Burn it down

Burn the world to the ground 

Burn it down

Burn it down

Burn the world to the ground

Just burn it down

Sometimes I just want to get off this carousel

And live inside the darkest corner of my hell

Sometimes I just want to watch the whole world burn

And hope that it would be enough to keep me warm

Burn it down!

Burn it down!

Burn the world to the ground!

Just burn it down! Now! Burn!

10/22/24

Life is beauty, and life is pain,

a dance of loss, a song of gain.

It shimmers gold, then fades to gray,

a fleeting dawn, a waning day.

It lifts us high with whispered bliss,

soft lips that touch, a lover's kiss.

Yet breaks us, bends us, tests our will,

a mountain steep, a climb uphill.

It thrills, it aches, it sparks, it wanes,

it hums in blood, it roars in veins.

It is laughter, it is weeping,

a waking dream, a midnight creeping.

It is the light that warms the skin,

the fear of losing all within.

It is the hand that pulls you near,

the shadowed doubts, the strangling fear.

It is the mundane, the slow, the still,

the silent hours, the quiet will.

It is the rush, the reckless run,

the roaring fire, the setting sun.

Yet if we never knew the fall,

would heights be precious things at all?

If never lost in tempest deep,

would peace be something worth to keep?

The jagged path, the winding lane,

the burning loss, the hard-won gain,

they carve the heart, they shape the soul,

they make the fractured spirit whole.

So let us rise, though winds may chide,

embrace the waves, the turning tide.

For life's not meant to be a line,

its peaks and valleys make it shine.

I met Life on a weary road,

Where twilight murmured in hush-toned gold.

A crossroads stood, unmarked, untamed,

And Life appeared - unshackled, unnamed.

I asked, in tones both sharp and frayed,

"Why must you twist? Why must you fade?

Why must your path be rough, unkind,

A riddle wrapped in weary mind?"

Life chuckled soft, with eyes aglow,

A knowing smile - half joy, half woe.

"Dear traveller, why ask me so?

Have you not danced in rivers' flow?

When I am soft, you dream of fire.

When I am light, you reach for higher.

You seek the storm, the grand, the bold,

Yet mourn the warmth when night turns cold.

Would you love dawn if night were gone?

Would you chase stars if none had shone?

You sigh at weight and long for ease,

Yet scorn the calm as dull reprise.

Oh, curious souls - forever torn,

Cursing peace, yet craving thorns.

If I were simple, light as air,

Would you still look? Would you still care?"

And Life turned swift, a wisp, a song,

A breath of dusk, then moved along.

And as I stood upon that road,

I understood the weight it showed.

For what is joy, if never fought?

What is wisdom, freely bought?

Life smiled and left - no grand embrace,

Just a whispered truth, and time's own grace.

 Echoes of Deception, Threads of Hope

In shadows of fear, a whisper takes hold,

A sinister seed, a conspiracy untold.

Whispers of a virus, man-made and vile,

Profit the motive, trust exiled.

Amidst echoes of doubt and deceit's dark dance,

A personal battle, a silent stance.

Isolation's sting, stigma's crushing weight,

The heaviness of uncertainty's relentless gait.

Michel Simonin's struggle, a fight to be heard,

Against AIDS' cruel stigma, his voice undeterred.

In letters and television, his story unfurled,

Defying the silence, refusing to be deterred.

Through tears of resilience, a choice bravely made,

To shatter the silence, to not be swayed.

Unveiling the humanity behind the disease,

Reclaiming identity, refusing to appease.

Yet in depths of sorrow's unending night,

Science illuminates, a beacon of light.

WGS and NGS unravel the viral code,

Evolution's truth, HIV's primal abode.

In sequencing's intricate art, a tale unfolds,

Of chimpanzee origins, zoonotic thresholds. Palindromes dance in the RNA's sway,

Nature's complex beauty, now on display.

Yet echoes of deception still linger and spread,

Shattering lives, filling hearts with dread.

The vulnerable bear the heaviest toll,

In fabrication's web, their innocence stole.

In this intimate war, we must take a stand,

Embracing our scars, extending a hand.

Empathy our salve, compassion our guide,

In unity and truth, our spirits reside.

From pain's crucible, we'll rise transformed,

Scars into strength, wisdom reborn.

In the symphony of survival, harmony will reign,

As we honour the journey, through sun and rain.

With science as our compass, truth as our light,

We'll navigate the landscapes of the heart's might.

Reclaiming our stories, our voices bold,

In courage and resilience, our lives we'll mould.

In the tapestry of existence, we'll find our place,

Stitching together healing, with tender grace.

Each breath a rebellion, each moment a choice,

To survive and thrive, with authentic voice.

In the echoes of resilience, hope whispers anew,

Threads of connection, strength to see us through. 

Through shadows and light, we'll weave our way,

Embracing our truth, come what may.

In the alchemy of survival, transformation blooms, 

Vulnerability becomes armour, silence finds its tune.

From shattered fragments, a mosaic we'll raise,

A testament to the unbreakable human spirit's blaze.

 Echoes of Deception, Threads of Hope

In shadows of fear, a whisper takes hold,

A sinister seed, a conspiracy untold.

Whispers of a virus, man-made and vile,

Profit the motive, trust exiled.

Amidst echoes of doubt and deceit's dark dance,

A personal battle, a silent stance.

Isolation's sting, stigma's crushing weight,

The heaviness of uncertainty's relentless gait.

Michel Simonin's struggle, a fight to be heard,

Against AIDS' cruel stigma, his voice undeterred.

In letters and television, his story unfurled,

Defying the silence, refusing to be deterred.

Through tears of resilience, a choice bravely made,

To shatter the silence, to not be swayed.

Unveiling the humanity behind the disease,

Reclaiming identity, refusing to appease.

Yet in depths of sorrow's unending night,

Science illuminates, a beacon of light.

WGS and NGS unravel the viral code,

Evolution's truth, HIV's primal abode.

In sequencing's intricate art, a tale unfolds,

Of chimpanzee origins, zoonotic thresholds.
Palindromes dance in the RNA's sway,

Nature's complex beauty, now on display.

Yet echoes of deception still linger and spread,

Shattering lives, filling hearts with dread.

The vulnerable bear the heaviest toll,

In fabrication's web, their innocence stole.

In this intimate war, we must take a stand,

Embracing our scars, extending a hand.

Empathy our salve, compassion our guide,

In unity and truth, our spirits reside.

From pain's crucible, we'll rise transformed,

Scars into strength, wisdom reborn.

In the symphony of survival, harmony will reign,

As we honour the journey, through sun and rain.

With science as our compass, truth as our light,

We'll navigate the landscapes of the heart's might.

Reclaiming our stories, our voices bold,

In courage and resilience, our lives we'll mould.

In the tapestry of existence, we'll find our place,

Stitching together healing, with tender grace.

Each breath a rebellion, each moment a choice,

To survive and thrive, with authentic voice.

In the echoes of resilience, hope whispers anew,

Threads of connection, strength to see us through. 

Through shadows and light, we'll weave our way,

Embracing our truth, come what may.

In the alchemy of survival, transformation blooms, 

Vulnerability becomes armour, silence finds its tune.

From shattered fragments, a mosaic we'll raise,

A testament to the unbreakable human spirit's blaze.

Amidst the onslaught of festive frenzy,
Neurodivergent minds reel a tempest here to sear.
Senses assaulted, relentlessly vexed,
Christmas chaos leaves us perplexed.


Masking's breaking, taking weight, a suffocating shroud,
Authenticity lost in the neurotypical crowd.
ADHD autism's ache, an adult's disgrace,
So, invisible struggles are present in this merry place.


Pain's persistent, pounding refrain, an endless score,
Fibromyalgia's claws, forever tore.
Spine curved like a question mark,
Vertigo's dance, a dizzying arc.


Poverty's clutch cuts deep, leave plans in disarray,
Opportunities vanish, like mist in the day.
Isolation, depression, chronic cursed alone,
In a world where bonds stretch, then are gone.


Trauma mars, leaves scars, rape's brutal seal,
cPTSD's tortures - terrors forever real.
Triggers flashbacks, a minefield within,
Clock tick-tocks, the night's wearing thin.


Passivity creeps in just like a mischievous elf,
A sinister spirit keeps us captive, steals our self.
Painfully forcing out a cry, on deaf ears they fall,
"You knew they wouldn't", it sneers, "more unanswered calls".


In despair's abyss, hope's flicker dies,
As the world rejoices, behind a joyful disguise.
Countless unseen battles and unheard cries,
Anguish, desperation, pain, do naked eyes lie?


To those who feign concern, a warning rings clear,
Your platitudes and neglect, a deafening sneer.
For in the depths of despair, a reckoning brews,
When the desperate depart, with nothing to lose.


In the sombre, silent night, when alienation reigns,
The psyche buckles, under the weight of its chains.
Remember, you who turned a blind eye,
The blood on your hands as the outcast dies.


So let the silence shatter, let the truth be known,
For the neglected and broken, forever alone.
May their memory haunt, may their absence resound,
A damning indictment, of the help never found.


Silently in the night, isolation's doom looms,
For those left to rot, in desolation's tombs.
A scourge on false kindness, on empathy's dearth,
As the forgotten depart, from this merciless Earth.


A warning to those who still pretend to care,
Of the anguish hidden, behind festive despair's lair.
Family friends forsaken in desolation's night,
Cast aside, ignored as time ticks on, year's plight.


In the silent night, a dirge ascends,
For those struggling, lost at the year's end.
Society's apathy, an unpalatable bitter pill,
Washed down with tears, we fade away against our will.


Let the silence break; let the truth be told,
Of the torment endured, the agony untold.
In summer's sweat, a reckoning should rise,
Power imbalances now, no escape our fate's demise.


May our ghosts haunt the whole season bright,
Reminding us of those for whom this time's a blight.
In the season's glare, coalescing shadows reign,
Numerous reasons, curses feeding this pain.


A moment of stillness, amidst the hurricane,
A flicker of self, in the endless pain.
Battered and bruised, yet still we stand,
In defiance of a world, that refuses to understand.


Whilst it is true, many times I have tried,
But for my animals, it is on me that they rely.
As night follows day and day follows night,
Dark forces frantically fighting, stealing my fight.


Hope's a medicine, both a curse and a sure cure,
Healing if repeatedly given - the source pure.
Decidedly dangerous, deadly, dangled as a prize,
Breaking faith's wraith, soon you and society they'll despise.


A pox on ableism, on empathy's lack,
As we vanish slowly, our lives off-track.
In the silent night, our requiem it plays,
The forgotten ones, left on birthdays and holidays.

THE NIGHT CAME FAST QUICK QUICK TO ME, 

I SEE HER NOW LOOK LOOK IT'S HER.

THE AIR WAS COLD CRISP CRISP THE FEEL,

THE MEMORY THINK THINK  MY MIND,

MISTAKES I MADE SHAME SHAME ON ME.

I SHOULD HAVE MOVED  WALK WALK TO HER! 

I FROZE IN TIME TICK TICK TOO LONG.

IT SITS WITH ME MAD MAD AM I,

ANOTHER CHANCE PLEASE PLEASE I ASK? 

TIME GONE FOREWARN CRY CRY DO I. 

I TELL MY TALE SPEAK SPEAK TO YOU. 

DON'T LET THE CHANCE FLEE FLEE I BEG. 

FOR ONLY ONE CHANCE CHANCE DO TAKE!

BE NOT LIKE ME HURT HURT I BE.

TAKE NOW THE CHANCE GLEE GLEE TO BE!! 

It's been so long since I've seen your face

It's been too long since our last embrace

I only wish I could be there now that you are facing your final days

But you're so far away

And I've been drowning each day

Even though I know in the end it will be ok

We're just so far away

I'll never get the chance to tell you

Just how much I'm going to miss you

And I'll cherish all the memories that you gave me during my youth

Now I'm so far away

And you've been fading each day

Even though you know it's the end and it's ok 

We're just so far away

But it will be ok 

And I just want to say

Thank you for putting a smile on my face

We're just so far away 

And you've been fading each day

Even though you know it's the end and it's ok

We're just so far away

But we'll meet again someday

And although we know the end is near it's ok

We're not so far away

Not so far away

anymore

Whispers in the dark, a slow decay,
Breathless nights, the light fades away,
In the mirror, I see a ghost,
A shadow of the girl I used to know.

Blood runs cold, time slows to crawl,
A rhythm lost, in the silence of it all,
In my chest, a fragile beat,
Counting moments till we meet.

And I, I feel it slipping,
Life's grip is loosening,
Heart's a fragile echo,
Fading slow, fading slow.

Lonely nights, the stars seem far,
Hoping for a sign, a distant star,
But the weight, it drags me down,
In the deep end, I drown.

Fighting hard, but it's a losing game,
Every breath a whisper of pain,
In my veins, a river dry,
Wishing only to survive.

And I, I feel it slipping,
Life's grip is loosening,
Heart's a fragile echo,
Fading slow, fading slow.

If I could turn back time,
I'd take it all, make it mine,
But the past is set in stone,
And I'm left here alone.

Final verse, the story's told,
A heart too weak, a soul grown old,
In the silence, I make my peace,
With the echoes that never cease.

And I, I feel it slipping,
Life's grip is loosening,
Heart's a fragile echo,
Fading slow, fading slow.

In the end, we all must go,
But in the echoes, we'll still flow,
A fragile beat, a final breath,
In the quiet, I find my rest.