Funny Thoughts about Horrible Things

Don’t compare your insides with someone else’s outsides.

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When I look at my life I see high-water marks of happiness and I see the lower places where I had to convince myself that suicide wasn’t an answer. And in between I see my life. I see that the sadness and tragedy in my life made the euphoria and delicious ecstasy that much more sweet. I see that stretching out my soul to feel every inch of horrific depression gave me more room to grow and enjoy the beauty of life that others might not ever appreciate. I see that there is dust in the air that will eventually settle onto the floor to be swept out the door as a nuisance, but before that, for one brilliant moment I see the dust motes catch sunlight and sparkle and dance like stardust. I see the beginning and the end of all things. I see my life. It is beautifully ugly and tarnished in just the right way. It sparkles with debris. There is wonder and joy in the simplest of things.

  • Jenny Lawson

Life is Bad by S.Lynne

Waste away to nothing in a dark dusty tomb.  Looking for the traces of what used to be a room.  Wipe away the blood from a tormented brow…Solve the wicked problem…never asking, how?  Rock the sinking vessel until it rest on the bottom.  Count the waves of water…  Don’t remember?  Forgot them.  Taste the stench of living on thin dimes and a dream.  Opening an ear to a painful, silent, scream.
Oh, life is BAD!  The worse I’ve ever had.

Ache and writhe in agony like a vise on aging bones.  Tar and acid drip from an ice cram cone.  Holding onto a wind that chases the hell.  Falling  in the darkness of an inner descending well.
Caress transparent night as a demon with a sword.  Speak with an eloquence… never saying a word.  Look into the clarity then erase it with the muck
Lying in a pool of consciousness.  No such thing as luck!

To being a beginner, to inventing the end.  To living with a stranger… never a friend.  Saddle slobbering beast… trouble is abound!  Ride the devil’s bronco never hit the ground.

Oh, life is BAD!  The worse I’ve ever had.

Understanding the Blues

The screams would never jostle me awake.

Loud torrents of torment would lull me to sleep.

Mind over matter came with no consistency.

Games of pretend came and went…offering little tranquility.

My bed became a soft rock…providing little cover.

Wild words…a free for all.

Enough so that…I could understand the blues.

Being Blue

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such a simple twist in the road

a braid to an oak

convulsion to wood…that has laid itself down

I endeavor to tone out…the tone of a word my whole journey through

just one inflection

one meaning

cuts into my tears that fall such as, dew

turning a blue sky…into a crass hue

with ease my hike becomes a formidable shade of blue

perfect is the storm…weighted down by words

blue sky…easily turned to a crass hue

Mind Full

I ask, who wants to be…that mindful?

It is akin to stopping at a crosswalk…with no one there.

Caution, amplified by panic.

The same song,

over and over again.

A slight replacement for manic.

Don’t panic.

Then manic…all over…again and again.