survival

Desperate defiance in the dark

Desperate defiance in the dark

 

 

Voice vanishing, vaporised by virtual vitriol

Algorithms amplify absence, abandonment

Words once winged now wither, wane

Trauma's tendrils tighten, twist, torment

 

 

Silence. Deafening. Oppressive. Inescapable.

 

 

Childhood's cruel cacophony echoes, endures

Rape's raw rage resurfaces, relentless 

Abuse's ache amplifies, accumulates

Gaslighting's glare grows, guts grace

 

 

A chill wind of indifference swept through the room, leaving me shivering and unseen.

 

 

Neurodivergent narratives, now nullified 

Vestibular vertigo, vision vacillating

Fibrous fire flares, flays fragile flesh

Depression's darkness deepens, devastating

 

 

The empty chair across from me seemed to mock my solitude, 

 

its vacant seat a cruel reminder of my isolation.

 

 

Social streams shrink, shrivelling slowly

Platforms purge purpose, passion, power

Identity invalidated, invisibility impending

Self-worth withers like wilting flower

 

In silence, I found solitude; in solitude, I embraced silence

 

Yet still, soft syllables simmer, survive

Waiting, whispering: "We will rise."

For even silenced, stifled, suppressed

The soul's song softly, surely sighs

 

 

Through the hollow halls, past the empty rooms, 

 

beyond the echoing silence, 

 

a single, defiant voice dared to speak

 

 

In the depths of this suffocating silence, 

A flicker persists, refuses to die. 

Though the world may try to extinguish our light, 

We will rise, reclaim our stolen sky.

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is perhaps, one of those "My struggle doesn't look like your struggle". 


Perhaps also, as the first person I showed this to, was unsure how to reply. Eventually they said: It is like you are bleeding straight onto the page.



They continued, keenly observing that. "People do struggle in knowing what to say. I think looking away while you’re so vulnerable is a relic of patriarchy: waiting for you to put your armour back on and get back up and keep pretending we’re all fucking fine."

Big Bro Got You

As I stuggle with whether or not I can maintain my sanity I am conviced that I "have to" as a proud act of endless protection for you. 

It hurts me knowing I have failed to live up to expecations but don't worry fam... your big Bro will always use survival instincts to get us through.

I can't offer you much from a financial stanspoint because I am usually without the means.

However temporarily abandoning my morals and standards to help make ends meet is acceptable;or at least that is how it sometimes seems.

The pressure I face as a gay man that once was oblivious to his simple yet magnetic looks is often frustrating enough to make me want to hide for eternity!!

Yes, your beatiful gay big Bro has unspoken daily battles navigating life in this double standard world which severely impacts me!

Yet, I consistently put up the brave face like several others in this world; hell at least I am blessed to have looks as a fall back.

As long as it is left up to me, you will never "go without" due to a selfless compromises that I lack!

I refuse to let my mental challenges prevent me from having your best interest consantly on my mind.

I am technically not always your "big bro"; sometimes you're my senior who's cognitive decline is a result of dealing with a society that is so unkind!

Never the less, whether you're my sibling, family or friend you can continue to place your trust in me knowing the love I have for you.

No physical or mental sacrifice is to large; as long as GOD continues to supply me with life "Big bro GOT YOU!!!"

 

By Bryant Mosley

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About the mental transitions I as a gay male have to go thorough as I use my looks to survive. 

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A poem about the anxiety you have when you're not sure someone's still interested of you or not anymore. 

The Man named Jack who may just be damned

I can’t stop dreaming about your eyes

i want them to be my eyes

i can’t stop staring at your mouth cause I want it on my other set of lips. I can’t help but want to wrap my legs around you

the arousal you cause in me with your mere existence some days makes me feel like I’m going insane. I’m not going to lie. We wouldn’t work if we weren’t both a little crazy. So fuck me like the crazy bitch I know you can be . Cause baby oh baby I don’t want to be your child, I got my own, I got me and I’m here to get you under me and on top of me don’t matter how bring that booty of yours over here. Shame you ever have to sit on it but don’t worry I’ve got an idea we can just set your groin in my mouth mmmm the settle flavors drive me wild like my favorite candy. So baby tackle me cause you already got me Locked down show me something new take me on a new adventure I trust you to keep me safe.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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