Intrusive Thoughts~Intrusive Thoughts~Intrusive Thoughts by J-Goth
Bury the children standing up so they can grow up big and strong like an oak tree,
or so you used to say to get them to drink their milk.
you'll see some of those tiny hands holding sea shells,
bullet shell casings for others but we'll read about them somewhere.
The most heartbreaking truths are hardest to try and hide,
a mother's voice can mean pain if she brings grief but she won't leave,
or that Little Johnny found his dad's porn magazines too early
and lost his innocence before he could enjoy it.
It's getting cold now, it's time to shut the door,
I can't reach what I want but I can taste and feel it as though it were right here,
maybe it's the moon making me crazy but I held someone's hand last night,
now every feeling from now on will be a disappointment.
It's almost midnight and escapism is all I have to look forward to.
Intrusive Thoughts © J-Goth/Amanda P.
Recovery~Recovery~Recovery by J-Goth
Helicopters fly over head like bothersome flies,
he's pulling knives out of his back like splinters,
and he really hates it when I don't say anything,
but all I can think about is preserving something fragile,
I am staring into space letting life happen without me.
The morning news is telling us that a storm is headed this way,
and blood tastes like pennies,
he's been walking around with holes in his back for a lot of years,
and he helps me through the fog on my worst days,
but I don't like what I see and I'm trying to wash it off...
It's not helping.
He fills me up where I am mended,
I'm finding it harder and harder to trust anyone
they've all given me very little reason to do so,
because they were looking for me out there,
and I can't escape the mundane.
Recovery © J-Goth/Amanda P.
Ugly Little Butterflies~Ugly Little Butterflies~Ugly Little Butterflies by J-Goth
The wind spreads the seeds all around
sends them shuffling around
like dead maggots in the dirt
The bleeding heart that found the rum
forgot all about the bottom of the glass
waiting is all that matters
and washes away
what bled through earlier today
Ugly Little Butterflies © J-Goth/Amanda P.
Scorned~Scorned~Scorned by J-Goth
I can't see myself
I scare myself
The baby's crying in the other room,
I would do anything to distract me
from the pain in my chest.
Your pride is fickle
when you're in tears
as you lose everything.
My pain is a trigger finger,
I loved seeing you fall apart
when I twisted the knife.
I was as vicious as a rabid dog
as it tore apart
a smaller, weaker animal.
Your pride is fickle,
I only threatened to take away
your manhood and legacy.
I would take a swig from the bottle
as what was yours grew inside me
so you could watch it die.
You didn't look so big
or seem so strong
When it was necessary to crawl.
When God is stripped of glory,
His heart is not warmed by the praise anymore,
he laments like now.
The human I hug to my breast
knows what wrong he's done
I swallow a whim and my pride.
He laments to see the baby that's crying in the other room.
Scorned © J-Goth/Amanda P.
Why Rabbit?Rabbit wasn’t used to having a baby around the manor, it had been some time since that had happened. They had named the child Peter the Sixth, since the men in the family were normally called Peter. Annie explained to the robots about being careful around him, since he was young.Why Rabbit? by GracefulWitch
Peter was almost two years old and he was doing his best to form words and walk around. But he mainly crawled around the house and made random noises with his mouth. However, Annie and Peter V were concerned.
Their son barely laughed or smiled, he could laugh when Annie tickled him or played with him but other than that nothing. Peter V read up on the subject and it was very uncommon for babies to be quiet like that.
They did their best to make him laugh and smile but it barely worked. Annie was getting really worried and now she was crying in her husband’s arms.
“Easy my dear, I’m sure he’s fine.” Peter V soothed as he rubbed her back.
The two were sitting on the porch in t