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The animal that is most vulnerable is usually the most cruel / It is impossible to separate it from what it remembers

Precious Okoyomon

 sun beats          wind leaps

blood memory

apocalyptic self-image crystallized affections of pious solace                                      emptiness from this ceaseless war

I want to sin against purity

bliss hovering above the void haptic fallout feverish blood

sun beats down wind leaps blood memory cheerful obscene boredom

angel          of              the                    sun

          singing with a hard fist

       life's benevolent corruption        everything is hard against the tongue        everything dissolving        into otherworldly paradise        make heaven my home        I never learn my lesson

preface to a traffic stop: sound

By. Randall Horton 

i always thought sound was meant to indicate a kinda genuine, authentic, absolute individuation, which struck me as A: undesirable—& B: damn near impossible. whereas sound was reality in the midst of this intense engagement with all the sound you ever heard. sound shaped within a climate inciting performance as black matter .or. anti matter, as in against. sound a central body of “sonic” whereas you struggle to make a difference, so to speak, within that sound—& that difference isn’t necessarily about you as an individual but more  simply trying to augment & differentiate the sound around you getting closer & closer to a never-ending where you are the proletariat in somebody else’s melodrama as both spectacle and spectator—as the drama unfolds—hold—hold on.

Poem 3- My Today, Your Tomorrow

( 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 " 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦" 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘴)

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘬

𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦

𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬

𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦?

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺?

𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺

𝘕𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴

𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳

𝘔𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳-𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴

𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭

𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘴

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦

𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥

This is my poem that I wrote I've been struggling a lot at home with family members who manipulate & abuse me more so mentally & financially

I'm disabled and chronically ill so I'm just stuck in this situation and there are times where my safety feels at risk

I'm just trying to find some type of income & money to save up so I can provide for myself because my family withholds my money

I just need help & support

My poetry page is @barbara_sydnei on Instagram

I haven't been on here much I've been going through a lot I've dealt with so much mental, emotional and financial abuse from my caretakers and I just wanted to share my story, get some support and show my poetry because due to the things I had to deal with I wasn't able to do things I'm passionate about but I'm trying to get out of that

I tagged my gofund.me so I can escape and finally get out of this house before my mental health gets worse

https://gofund.me/9411426b