Reciting aphorisms and positivity
In bad times
Is like spreading honey
On burnt toast
It’s sweeter
But the toast is still burnt
And it tastes like shite
More than grey matter
More than thoughts
More than being
More than all the love
I have ever given
In the final moments
I stop
When blood stops
I am
Blood
This fear
This anguish
This mounting dread
That things will never be
As things never were
Except in the cheap dream
Sold to those
Who want more
Than they’ve
Ever
Given
Once she saw
The abuse
In the abuser
The anger rose
Fire in her veins
Pooled, glowing
As if lava flowed
Like liquid rage
Just below
The surface
Of her flesh
I call for it
In times of need
Or if too dark
It calls on me
It guides me true
Though rarely easy
But I know my path
When e’er I follow
My golden heart
No trust
No love
I prefer the rise and fall
The twist and turn
Cliche they are
But how I learn
Only under such conditions
Can the light of both ideas
Converge upon unexplored ground
Where it often illuminates
An insight better than either idea