Let’s Get Real

My words are my lifeblood spilt, splattered across pages, and dispersed over the internet in hopes of making connections with hearts that beat in time with mine. I’m a cheerful malcontent—by that I mean I’m a fucking mess of optimism and white hot rebellion. I write about my aversion to organized religion and the corrupt state of American government, and the beauty of being a mother who has raised an independent-minded daughter. I also write poetry that mentions death, decomposition, and post mortem fluids leaking all over a kitchen floor. Six months ago, my mother died, and was found on her kitchen floor several days after she’d died. So yeah, I’m not in a rainbow place at the moment. A lot of people are sick of reading about my mother, but I don’t give a fuck. I write my heart out, whether anyone likes it or not, because it is my therapy.

There are a lot of people who are tired of reading my ‘sad’ posts. To those people, I say, “Follow the rest who left me if you can’t stand my truth.” I write my truth, above all else. I know what I’m all about, believe me—I’m not a fucking fad.

I will never conform to the rules. I’m not a writer because I seek commercial success. I’m a writer because I’m a fucking writer. I don’t conform to fads—in fact, people conform to me, and writers like me. But conformists always flee, eventually…

You’re the real deal, or you’re not.

22 Comments

  1. Hell Yea fuvkem
    You write what ever you need
    Cause your writing is unbelievable
    Since your mothers demise
    I wrote some of my best stuff when I,broke,her walls down
    Death on 51st is one of my favorites
    Do not listen to anyooooooooooone
    As Sheldon sincerely

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  2. yes. sometimes people don’t know that there’s enough pain in life to fill an infinite number of oceans. escapism is not the way that everyone deals–yes, “follow the rest…if you can’t stand my truth.” you are amazing!

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  3. Your talent always shone like Polaris. Write what you gotta write, and fuck derision. Pain makes people uncomfortable. No one wants to hear a sad story. Everyone wants to hear ‘oh, I’m fine!, you?’
    Ever noticed how someone’s face with blanche if they enquire about your life and you start in on woe?
    Not everyone’s like that. When it comes to the manipulation of words, that drew me to you in the first place. You’re real. You’ve always been real. I don’t always like you. But I have never stopped loving you. ❤️

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