Sunday, October 28, 2012
Back from the dead.
Sheri is great. She loves me, she puts up with my shit, she cares about my well being...but jesus christ, sometimes she's a complete prick. Today, she told me to "shut up", which is one of my biggest triggers. Respect me, don't give me fucking orders.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
It's been a while,
I've been in Colorado for nearly 2 months now. Funny, it seems far longer than that. Life here is different, definitely, but not in a bad way. I am in love with this state. It's absolutely gorgeous. Looking out our living room window, you can see the mountains. Looking out the side door, I can see our 9 horses. I don't do much looking through the glass these days, though. Whereas life in Michigan was a constant state of stasis, here I am living. Doing. Feeling. Loving. All that it entails. I have two fillies I'm working on halter breaking. Four basically unhandleable older horses and one very shy gelding I'm working on. Two colts that need halter breaking and socializing. A four month old puppy passed out across my feet to train. An amazing woman to forge a life with.
Gods, I'm happy. I really am. Not saying life is all sunshine and puppies, of course it isn't. But even the bad isn't so bad now. I'm in love, I have a home, I have a family. I have all I need in the world. The bad times fade quickly when I think about that.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Say Yes - Andrea Gibson
when two violins are placed in a room
if a chord on one violin is struck
the other violin will sound the note
if this is your definition of hope
this is for you
the ones who know how powerful we are
who know we can sound the music in the people around us
simply by playing our own strings
for the ones who sing life into broken wings
open their chests and offer their breath
as wind on a still day when nothing seems to be moving
spare those intent on proving god is dead
for you when your fingers are red
from clutching your heart
so it will beat faster
for the time you mastered the art of giving yourself for the sake of someone else
for the ones who have felt what it is to crush the lies
and lift truth so high the steeples bow to the sky
this is for you
this is also for the people who wake early to watch flowers bloom
who notice the moon at noon on a day when the world
has slapped them in the face with its lack of light
for the mothers who feed their children first
and thirst for nothing when they’re full
this is for women
and for the men who taught me only women bleed with the moon
but there are men who cry when women bleed
men who bleed from women’s wounds
and this is for that moon
on the nights she seems hung by a noose
for the people who cut her loose
and for the people still waiting for the rope to burn
about to learn they have scissors in their hands
this is for the man who showed me
the hardest thing about having nothing
is having nothing to give
who said the only reason to live is to give ourselves away
so this is for the day we’ll quit or jobs and work for something real
we’ll feel for sunshine in the shadows
look for sunrays in the shade
this is for the people who rattle the cage that slave wage built
and for the ones who didn’t know the filth until tonight
but right now are beginning songs that sound something like
people turning their porch lights on and calling the homeless back home
this is for all the shit we own
and for the day we’ll learn how much we have
when we learn to give that shit away
this is for doubt becoming faith
for falling from grace and climbing back up
for trading our silver platters for something that matters
like the gold that shines from our hands when we hold each other
this is for the grandmother who walked a thousand miles on broken glass
to find that single patch of grass to plant a family tree
where the fruit would grow to laugh
for the ones who know the math of war
has always been subtraction
so they live like an action of addition
for you when you give like every star is wishing on you
and for the people still wishing on stars
this is for you too
this is for the times you went through hell so someone else wouldn’t have to
for the time you taught a 14 year old girl she was powerful
this is for the time you taught a 14 year old boy he was beautiful
for the radical anarchist asking a republican to dance
cause what’s the chance of everyone moving from right to left
if the only moves they see are NBC and CBS
this is for the no becoming yes
for scars becoming breath
for saying i love you to people who will never say it to us
for scraping away the rust and remembering how to shine
for the dime you gave away when you didn’t have a penny
for the many beautiful things we do
for every song we’ve ever sung
for refusing to believe in miracles
because miracles are the impossible coming true
and everything is possible
this is for the possibility that guides us
and for the possibilities still waiting to sing
and spread their wings inside us
cause tonight saturn is on his knees
proposing with all of his ten thousand rings
that whatever song we’ve been singing we sing even more
the world needs us right now more than it ever has before
pull all your strings
play every chord
if you’re writing letters to the prisoners
start tearing down the bars
if you’re handing our flashlights in the dark
start handing our stars
never go a second hushing the percussion of your heart
play loud
play like you know the clouds have left too many people cold and broken
and you’re their last chance for sun
play like there’s no time for hoping brighter days will come
play like the apocalypse is only 4…3…2
but you have a drum in your chest that could save us
you have a song like a breath that could raise us
like the sunrise into a dark sky that cries to be blue
play like you know we won’t survive if you don’t
but we will if you do
play like saturn is on his knees
proposing with all of his ten thousand rings
that we give every single breath
this is for saying–yes
this is for saying–yes
* * *
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
why
Saturday, February 6, 2010
If you can't handle me at my worst...
You.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Brewing.
I had someone (in my family) who I could go to. Someone who had my back. The only one who I felt came close to understood me, and whom I felt supported me. Saw the way things were here. I spoke to her xmas night, and that illusion was shattered. I knew it was only a matter of time until her ear was turned and I'd lose her, but I had hoped it wouldn't happen until I was closer to leaving. Oh, well. I don't need anyone to believe me, I suppose. It doesn't matter that everyone here thinks I'm a liar and a thief and an all around horrible person. None of it matters in the grand scheme of things, I guess. I know I'm not those things. That's what matters, right?
She spoke to me of getting out of this house, of moving away and letting the relationships here heal. She didn't give me a chance to interject, or maybe I just knew it was pointless to do so, but that is something that I doubt will ever happen. There is too much damage done here. There are no words or actions that will convince me that the woman has anything other than animosity and hatred for me at this point. I regret this, I wish it could be different, but my heart can only take so many cuts before the scar tissue heals over and makes it closed off. She loved me in the past, I know this, but she hasn't for a while now. No one can treat someone they honestly and truly love the way that woman treats me.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
thoughts...
internalize
compartmentalize
try silence on for size
ignore their words
and what they do
take it all inside of you
tuck it away
none of it matters, anyway
don't say a word
not one complaint
no one wants to hear your taint
just pull it all within
breathe it out again
you'll be stronger, in the end
don't dare cry
or show your pain
lock it away inside your brain
Monday, December 21, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Musings.
Just something I said in conversation today and thought I'd share.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
I said I wasn't going to do this here...
I am excessively unhappy here. I have been for quite a while, but it just gets worse as time goes on. Most days my grandmother is cold and aloof, some days she's mean and insulting and others she's outright vicious to me. My brother is demanding, thankless, treats me as if I'm a maid/servant and enjoys berating me when things don't go his way. My grandfather basically ignores me, unless it's to snort incredulously at something I say and roll his eyes. My father and sisters are distant people who I relate to as I relate to casual acquaintances. My mother has her own life with no time (or patience) for my shit, and the same goes for most of that side of the family, too. My aunt B has her own troubles and is quite sick of hearing me whine, I'm sure. My best friend has her family and her own problems, and I would not seek to burden her with my shit, even if I thought she would understand what I'm going through. Basically, if you're not living it, you just won't get it.
In October I had actually decided that I couldn't take anymore, and had planned on ending things. I had plans to go see AFP with Nikki, and my intent was to do it after that. Seeing the concert was the one thing I really had to look forward to, and once I'd had that experience, I was ok with it being done. A couple things happened in the meantime, though. I met someone who started the stirrings of feelings inside my long dormant chest, and then I went on vacation. I spent time away from here, and I realized that I CAN actually still feel things other than sadness and pain. I was actually happy, and enjoying myself when I was away. I was with people who didn't treat me like shit, who actually spoke to me, had conversations. Included me. Made me feel at home. Then I came back home. More of the same. Then the holidays. So now...I'm back at square one. I'm perfectly ok with the idea of not being here. Sure, the future might hold change, but who's to say if that's a definite thing or just a possibility? I can't spend an indefinite amount of time feeling this way again. My shoulders are tired from hefting the original load, I don't think that they can handle more shit being shoveled on them every day until gods know when. It's kind of harder now, too, having tasted happiness and then coming back to this.
And so, I sit back at square one. I have a lot of things to decide, a lot of thoughts and emotions to process. And frankly, I'm tired. A large part of me is telling me to withdraw from people entirely and avoid bothering them with my shit. So, if you don't hear from me...the few of you who will read this...you know why. I'm doing it to save you from dealing with my shit.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
meep.
Monday, December 7, 2009
another snippet.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
snippet
I just don't get it.
On creative endeavours.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Thank you, Mistress, may I have another?
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Off the grid?
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Holidays.
This town kills me. Living in this house sucks the soul out of me. I can't wait to be gone. I didn't realize exactly how much weight just being here puts on my shoulders until I spent some time away. *sigh*
Giving thanks.
Friends. I am thankful for my friends, both online and in person, old and new. Without the select few I've let into my life, I would be a shell of a person. My friends are what keeps my head above water. So, to you few, thank you from the very depths of my heart.
The concert was transcendent. I spent the hours leading up to it in a state of near anxiety attack, and had to take double the ativan I normally take, but it was worth it to be there and see Amanda Palmer work her magic. She opened by coming in the doors at the rear of the theater, marching band style and proceeded to rock the fuck out for the next...hour? Two? I don't even know. I was in a complete daze, as always happens to me when I'm seeing a band/performer that is important to me live. I couldn't tell you the setlist, I only remember a handful of what she played, but I can tell you that I was moved between joy and laughter and excitement to painful tears in the course of the set. The venue was amazing, a beautiful old theater with velveteen seats and carved cherubs above the balconies...not my favorite kind of venue, I prefer standing room only to seated concerts, but it definitely suited the show. I met Beth Hommel, Amanda's assistant, whose blogs I've been reading for a while, and I found her to be awesome. I "met" Amanda briefly when she signed autographs after the show, I saw Bitch from the now defunct Bitch and Animal (who I LOVED back in the day)when she joined Amanda onstage for her cover of "That's not my name" by the Ting Tings, and also saw her at the merch table later. Penny met some of the guys from The Nervous Cabaret, who opened for/backed Amanda's set, and who were also awesome.
Music. I am thankful for music. It fuels me, feeds me. It calms me when I am at my breaking point and it fires me up when I'm lacking fuel to go on. It inspires me to create. It touches me in places nothing else can reach. Without it in my life I would probably go completely insane.
"Quod me nutrit, me destruit" would probably be the best way to describe my family in the general sense. For the most part, they don't understand me and don't care to even try. They love me, but they do so while holding me at arms length and without even really knowing who I am. Mostly a generic sort of love. There are a few exceptions, however, ranging from good to bad. My Aunt B. She's at the top of the good end of the scale. She's amazing, basically the only family member I know has my back without fail. She believes in me, she tries her hardest to understand me, and she goes to bat for me with other family members who prefer to treat me like less than a human. Which brings me to the other end of the totem pole. The ones who look at me with disdain, unfounded mistrust, who don't care to try and understand me, or even carry on a conversation with me. Who view me as a burden no matter what help I give. Who treat me worse than most people would treat their worst enemy.
Family. I'm thankful for them, good, neutral or bad. The good serve to lift me up, and the bad...well, I guess they have their purpose too. Without the bad, I wouldn't know how much pain I can take on without breaking down. Good or bad, they've made me who I am today.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Dubbayew tee eff, mate?
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Some more poetry Warning: May cause Rai death, but possibly not.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Anything - Andrea Gibson
tonight i wanna slit my wrists
hold the blood to god's lips and say taste this
tonight i could swear even the man in the moon
is a rapist
and stars are nothing but scars
bullet wounds from humanities drive
by firing at the face of the sky
tonight crying would be too easy
it would please me too much
and no i don't want you to touch me
cause your hands are clean
and i'm filthy
guilty with the blood of something beautiful
all over me
i've been weak and leaking so much poison
in all the rivers around me
the fish are dying
and the trees are vying for some light
but i'm the eternal night
writing rhymes about wind chimes and world peace
while even in my sleep
i'm fighting wars that grind the enamel off my teeth
and i wake with my jaw clenched and my body bent
thinking how many dishes have i broken this week?
in an attempt to not break myself
by taking brutal belt to my hide
cause it's hard to wanna survive
when i know if ghandi were alive
... he'd shoot me
and all the great therapists of this world might say
girl maybe your anger is good
maybe your rage
is you emerging from the cage of everything you've been
so i try to be zen singing mantras of
om mani padme hum
but god fears me too much to hear me
and my heart beats another kid in the candy store
and his mother calls the cops
and every time the clock tics
i start tic tic tic talking more shit
my voice sounding the crucifixion of everything holy
i've got blisters on my tongue
from pounding nails into hearts of prophets
and just when i think i can stop it
satan resurrects inside me
and everything around me turns to hell
last night i stole pennies from a wishing well
to buy rope
to lynch the last inch of hope from the planet from the planet
and all
because you have a new girlfriend and i can't stand it
and i know it doesn't make sense
i know we decided to be just friends
but i didn't think we'd be just friends forever
i mean...
i wanted to be eighty together
wanted to birth poems like babies together
and watch them grow up save the world
cause girl
you're the only one who could ever raise the sun inside me
and i swear the ground beneath my feet
is only soft because you walk beside
there were times i thought i was so lost
even god would never find me
and then you came up right behind me
and kissed a cross onto my back
and its things like that that got me going crazy
cause i was thinking maybe the breaths we'd take together
would make us live forever
and now you're killing me
look at me i'm dying
not even trying to evolve when
i wanted to be there forty years from now
when the doctor called to say
your mother might not make it another day
and i wasn't gonna be just ok
i was gonna be perfect
was gonna make my love feel
like the first time you rode your bike without training wheels
kneel before you every day
like there was no one else before you
cause i've heard your heart beat
like that breeze that could bring any violence to its knees
and the best lines i've ever written
i plagiarized every word from the thoughts of yours
i heard while you were just sittin in silence
staring up at mars
but you never wish on shooting stars
you wish on the ones
that have the courage to shine where they are
no matter how dark the night
no matter how hard the fight
and how now do i turn away from that light
when i wanted to be eighty with you
birth babies like poems with you
and let them write themselves
wanted to hold your heart to my ear like a sea-shell
til i could hear the tides of every tear you've ever cried
then build islands in the seas of your eyes
so you'd see there's land to swim to
hold your hand and say storms are born
from the same sky we write hymns to when the sun shines
sometimes it takes tempests to wake rainbows
that will wind our pain into halos
was gonna carve your name into my wrist
so my pulse could kiss you
was gonna love you so well
i'd wake every morning
and tell you things like this...
bliss is the moments you're with me
when your gone my life hurts like hell
but i'll do anything to make you happy
even if it means setting you free
to be with someone else
I try. *shrug*
My grandparents have been back just shy of a week. They were gone to FL, visiting my aunt. Those two weeks were stressful for me, because most of the upkeep of the house and animals fell on my head due to my brother's...shall we say...lack of interest. However, despite that stress, there was a pressure that wasn't there. Breathing was easier, I didn't feel as if I had to tiptoe through a garden of eggshells every minute of every day. My aunt assured me she was speaking to my grandmother on my behalf, trying to make her understand that I'm not the horrible creature she feels I am. I had hope, those two weeks, that things might get better. That hope lasted perhaps six hours upon their return. She told my aunt that she treats me this way because she "doesn't understand me, with whatever it is that's wrong" with me. -For those of you who don't know me, "whatever it is that's wrong with me" is (unmedicated, thanks to medicaid being cut) bipolar disorder, severe anxiety disorders and depression, per my doctors- I thought that maybe my aunt might have helped her to understand. In the week since her return, it is made increasingly apparent that not only does she not understand, she simply doesn't give a fuck. Now, some of you may wonder why a 27 year old grown adult is submitting herself to this? Why not just leave, find my own place, live my own life? If it were that simple I would've been gone long ago. Unfortunately, I've been out of work for the past three years, had two surgeries and have been fighting through the process of a disability appeal. I have no car, no money and the food stamps that I grudgingly collect are not going to put a roof over my head. My anxiety makes the prospect of getting a job nearly incomprehensible, if I even had a way to get to and from a job, were I able to get one. I honestly have no option at this point, other than being where I am and trying to keep my head above water.
All I want, really, is for her to try and understand that I'm not a monster. I want to be able to have a conversation with my grandma without her thinking that my every word is rife with ill intent and malice. I want her to talk to me like she does my brother. Like she cares what's going on in my life. Like she didn't wish the earth would swallow me up and take me out of her life. Or, I want to be able to accept the fact that this will never happen and allow myself to be ok with that. Neither option seems likely, and it rips me up inside to admit that. It makes me feel so dead inside, to know that the woman who basically raised me thinks so badly of me. It's gotten to the point where I find myself unable to look up anymore. I have rational thoughts of removing myself from the equation. Clear headed, thought out with intellect, rational thoughts of ending the constant physical and emotional pain. Even on good days, days where things are looking up and I feel "happy", my mind still strays to this. Even when my friends are around me, even when I've got things to look forward to, even when I've met someone who makes my heart beat a bit faster and gives me a smile, my mind still strays to this. Even when there's good around me, cocooning me, it doesn't push away the deadness at my center. I think, subconsciously, I've given up. I don't know how to bounce back from this place anymore, or if it's even a possibility at this point. Isn't there a time in every situation where you accept defeat and cut your losses?
This is not to say that I actively want to die. I want, more than anything, to have life prove me wrong, and for this dead and desolate landscape inside me and heal, bloom again. I want to see where things go with this new person who has so captivated me for the past 20 days. I want to see how the future unfolds. Much in the same way a plant, being slowly poisoned with bleach, still yearns for the sunlight and reaches for water.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
To those who have expressed concern.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
It is I, back from the great beyond.
**Hours later**
Yeah, anyway. That about sums up what I've been up to/will be up to this coming week. Perhaps I'll write more soon, perhaps not. Until then...
Friday, September 25, 2009
vent.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Thoughts.
Some days I feel like I'm at a carnival blindfolded, never
knowing what ride I'm getting on next.
I've not slept since 11:30am yesterday.
I am excessively horny, and excessively depressed that I've not had sex in about three years. Four years since I've had GOOD sex.
I need to go take a shower.
I kind of want to play my guitar, but my brother's sleeping in the next room.
I need to go take a cold shower.
What if there is life beyond our planet and those lifeforms write stories and movies and such about their fear that one day WE will come take possession of their planet and do medical tests on them?
It's sad that due to human nature we WOULD dissect and study them, because we humans tend to destroy that which we don't understand, that which we fear...and we do it in the name of learning, in the name of science, as if that justifies it.
I want a kitten.
I should really go get in the shower.
Alix Olson has some great lesbian-centric poetry.
I feel kind of dizzy, but not like..my whole head? Just at the back of my head.
I hope I can sleep tonight.
I want scrambled eggs.
Fuck the eggs, I want sex.
Chair dancing is fun, but I really hope no one ever walks in and catches me doing it, because I'm sure I look a fool.
I need a girlfriend. Or just a friend. Someone to cuddle with...
I don't really know if I even know how to relate to another person in the way it'd take to be in a relationship anymore.
Need. Shower. I. Go. To. There.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Dear Little Brother
I love you very much, and I'm glad that you're no longer in Louisiana with no money or food to eat. However, I really hope that you do not intend to live here. You put an enormous strain on everyone in this house when you are here. You take and take and take, and never think to contribute anything. You worry our Grandmother to the point she gets physical symptoms. You make our Grandfather's already high blood pressure worse. You are a trigger for my anxiety and bipolar disorders, and you send me into a state that makes me contemplate a world without me in it. You bring drugs into the house, and the tray of seed starters you brought back from Louisiana with you? It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what you're growing in them. You borrow our Grandfather's truck, his only means of getting the wood he uses to heat the house, and drive it while hopped up on pills. You traipse in and out of the house at all hours of the night, interrupting everyone's sleep. I could continue on, but I won't.
I love you so much, Little Brother, that I can't even tell you, but until you grow the fuck up and drop the self centered, greedy druggie routine, you will forever be a toxin to those who love you. I know that coming from me this all seems pretty hypocritical, but I changed. I realized how much I was fucking up those who love me. I made myself into a better person so that their love wasn't in vain. I can only hope that one day you can see that you're worth so much more than you're allowing yourself to be, and make the same changes. I don't want to lose you, but if you continue the route you're on now, I fear I will.
Love Always,
Aimee
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Sometimes it's best to cut your losses.
here we go again.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Collected Poetry II: The lost archives
Blind Love
Touching, holding, caressing
These things are clear in my mind
Loving, kissing, romancing
If you can’t see this, you must be blind
Drifting, roaming, wishing
But still you hurt me, causing my heart to break
Swearing, yelling, crying
But, no, I know this wasn’t a mistake
Missing, wanting, yearning
After all you’ve done
I still love you blindly
Aimee Bell 1997
***
Chosen
Friends are the family
chosen by the heart
tied with bonds so tight
they'll never come apart
few are ever chosen
to come into my life
many are the ones
who have only twisted the knife
but you, my sweet friend
have showed me you're sincere
you're of my chosen family now
and in my heart you're always near
so, if you ever need me
just look deep inside your heart
I'll always be there with you
and there we'll never be apart
Aimee Bell 3-22-98
***
Does the moon
does the moon know
what my heart feels
does it hear my silent cries
screamed wordlessly in the night
do the stars hear my hopes and dreams
die of neglect and misuse
or does the dark absorb it all
diffuse it into the air
and then give way to light and day
forgotten by all but one
Aimee Bell 3-21-98
***
In your eyes
Those three words
come so easy to me
But to you there unspeakable
Sometimes I think you just don't care
But your actions make me see
The way you look into my eyes
Your fingers in my hair
It comes as no shock to me
That when i gaze into your eyes
I see those three words there
Aimee Bell 1997
***
Invade
An intrusion
of the soul -
body -
mind -
feelings never felt
never wanna feel again
close the
doors -
my heart
is
cold
my body
barren
invaded
Aimee Bell 3-21-98
***
Misunderstood
Pain runs - deep - rooted fears
scalding tears fall - unheard -
fists balled tight turn inward -
pain turns to anger turns to hate -
hate turns to depression -
depression lingers -
pain hurts - good - blood will run -
calm comes unseen - unheard - undetected -
calm brings blackness -
with blackness comes understanding -
understood to late
Aimee Bell 3-21-98
***
Scarred
You threw me down
Onto the shag carpet
You forced yourself on me
And told me I’d like it
You ripped me wide open
With your probing body
And hit my face
Each time I cried out in pain
And after you reached your climax
You spat on my face
And left me lying there, bleeding
With a lifetime of scars
that
Aimee
1994
***
In Between
Love is non-existent
Hate lives in its place
And where the beautiful thoughts once lived
Is now only empty space
Rage kills happiness
Pain kills dreams
And here I am
Stuck somewhere in between
***
Untitled 3
Eyes wide closed
falling to deep
to fast
to far
feelings fly by
twisted
entertwined
confused
Eyes open tight
truth
just beyond reach
hides tauntingly
quietly slips by
is it a feeling
never yet felt
or a phantom
from the past
back
to haunt again
Aimee Bell 3-21-98
***
Untitled 2
Your eyes
Deep as the ocean
Tell the truth
Words unspoken
Lie
Just below the surface
Will you
Ever
Speak these words
to me?
Aimee Bell 3-22-98
***
Wander
Wandering lost afraid
Alone
Through this nightmare
Called life
Days passing by
Sand through the fingers
Slipping away
Monotonus repetition
It’s all the same
Drugs ease the pain
Make it all better
Until it’s not
Other means of making it
All go away
Come to mind
But thoughts are fleeting
Friends are there
And then
They’re not
You can’t rely on anything
Even yourself
Aimee Bell 10-11-99