luna_virgo: Interview With The Vampire (Kiss)
Bi

I put the jingling copper
around my left ankle.
I dance. I learned
long ago my left leg
is longer, my right leg
stronger. I dance.
It doesn't matter.



Beginning

How we fumbled
freezing our asses
in that cold house
by the light of one candle
before the power was on.
We were determined
that it would happen
that night
we christened our home.
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I've dealt with depression and anxiety as far back as I can remember. As a child, I didn't recognize it as such. It was just life. It was just how my life was. And to be clear, I'll state right from the start: it hasn't been all doom and gloom all my life. I have experienced many happy, joyful times, and to be honest, that's why I'm still here, because I know it's possible.

Depression really kicked in around the time I hit puberty (and I feel it may be hormonal for me, so I look forward to menopause). I was two years ahead in school, so I started junior high (6th grade at my school) at 9 and turned 10 a month later. I was physically as well as mentally precocious, so I was already wearing a bra and in the full throes of hormonal confusion. It didn't help that I was the youngest, smallest, and shyest kid in the class. I was picked on, and I retreated into my own world whenever I could - headphones on and nose in a book. Music and books were my refuge.

In my freshman year of high school, I turned 13 and my parents got divorced. Huge. I also had my first real boyfriend and stopped being forced to go to church on the weekends my dad had custody. Lots of major changes, good and bad, and that's when I really remember my mood swings starting. I remember crying a lot (at least once most days) and being in religious and sexual confusion. Most of high school continued this way, and I eventually got used to the division of my family and got over the repressive religious crap I was raised with.

Still I was moody, and starting senior year of high school and continuing into college, I had sudden panic attacks. When they first started I had no idea what was happening. I thought I was going insane. I was afraid to tell anyone. I hid it until my unexplained absences from freshman English class forced me to tell the professor that I freaked out in class. He let me retake the final exam if I promised to get counseling. I did, but it didn't help much.

I had a nervous breakdown the summer after my freshman year of college and was put on Tenormin and Klonopin. They helped for a while, for the panic, but I eventually had to stop both when my depression came back. I self-medicated for a few semesters with alcohol and pot, which looked like typical college partying and to some extent it was, but I eventually ended up calling a suicide hotline and being advised to flush the last Klonopins down the toilet and call a doctor in the morning, which I did, and I was put on Imipramine, my first antidepressant. For the first time since childhood, I experienced what it was like to feel "normal" (not constantly sad). It was a huge relief. Eventually though, I realized that it wasn't just removing my depression, it was erasing all my feelings. I was emotionally flat. Great for accomplishing schoolwork, not for actually living life. I eventually took myself off it.

To make a long story short: as I went through my 20's/30's, I had some more hormonal/mood/drug experiments including a pituitary tumor and more panic attacks/depression. I took Paxil (which horrifically sucked for me but may work for some - brain chemistry is very individual) and finally found Remeron, which so far (and hopefully forever) is awesome and minimizes the bullshit my brain chemistry has dealt me.

I am obviously summarizing and leaving out a lot. But I have told you all that to tell you this:

I know what it's like to get up every morning and not want to be here. I know what that's like. If you don't, you need to shut up. Period. If you don't know what it's like to hold a bottle of pills in one hand and dial a suicide hotline with the other, shut the fuck up, and do not judge people for the hard hard choices they feel they must make to end their pain.

I also know what it's like to look at the face of my little sister in a casket, dead before her time, dead for no fucking reason (not from suicide but from a blood clot at 31 that her idiotic doctor didn't catch), and know that it is a waste to check out before you have to, before you are dragged kicking and screaming from this life. I know what it's like to have to try to keep it together while telling her children that she's in Heaven now.

My point is, don't judge. Death is hard to deal with, but life can be even more so.

News burnout

Wednesday, August 20th, 2014 04:39 am
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Human

Watching riots
and war on tv,
I switch channels.
Tornado footage
comforts me.
It's familiar
and impersonal.
No one pulled
a trigger.
They all took cover
together.

Life must go on

Thursday, August 14th, 2014 02:54 am
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I wrote this a few months ago, but it seems particularly appropriate after Robin Williams' suicide. I have dealt with depression, anxiety, and panic attacks since I was a teenager. I will probably write a (non-poetry) post on that later, but for now I will just say I have experienced being on the verge of suicide, and though I found reasons to keep going, I can't blame anyone who makes that choice to end their pain.


5/5/14

Spring Prayer

Give me money to throw at
malfunctioning appliances,
fortitude to mourn dead pets,
pick up broken branches,
endure cold salt air, bitter tears,
one-sided infatuations.

Dirt and rot, wet and cold,
sand and sea and wind
are also your gifts.
Teach me to repair, replace, rebuild.
Never let me forget
that green emerges from brown,
that change is always coming.

Hard as it can be,
tether me to this life,
root me in this soil so that
no matter where I roam
I will always know I cannot
escape this body until
I have wrung all the life from it.

More blasphemy

Friday, August 8th, 2014 02:34 am
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Whore to Madonna

Why are you Mary Mother
of God out of wedlock
hailed as Virgin and I
named the same and just
as devoted called whore?
Why are we made opposite
examples for men knowing
nothing of begetting and birth
nursing a babe and dressing a corpse?
Why are our bodies shamed
for the sake of the spirit?



Hymn

But since we left off to burn incense
to the Queen of Heaven, and to pour out
drink offerings unto Her, we have wanted
all things, and have been consumed
by the sword and by the famine

- Jeremiah 44:18 KJV

Just before sunrise She comes
gleaming clear as the sun.
Just after sunset She comes
glowing fair as the moon.
In Her full glory She is
terrible as an army with banners.
Who is She that looks forth
as a lioness?
Who is this that comes
from wilderness, fierce and naked?
Her love is strong
as death, as the grave.
She is called the Queen of Heaven,
ravisher of hearts.

(Song of Solomon 3:6, 4:9, 6:10, 8:6. Also see Asherah, Astarte, Inanna, Ishtar, and other Near Eastern goddesses.)

A new tangent

Monday, August 4th, 2014 04:24 am
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Vessel

You have loved much
Mary and for that you've
been called harlot
but that name belongs
to the wives of the rich
not you Mary you poured
your blessings freely
no matter the cost
and drowned those
nagging devils with
the flowing myrrh
of love.



Passion

I let down
my long red hair.
I pour my
precious gifts
at your feet.
I offer myself
to you. Take,
eat, drink.



Possession

What did the devils say, Mary?
That you weren't pure enough,
you slept around,
you were damaged goods,
too worldly, too weak,
too wasteful, too much
like a woman?
And all you wanted
was a man who would
listen, who would gladly
receive your gifts
and bless you for it,
one man who would finally
share your cup.

Waiting and moving on

Saturday, July 26th, 2014 04:58 am
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Waiting For Rain

In the dark downslope
of the month I brood
moody and swollen like
a storm cloud, cramps
thudding through me like thunder.
I wait for release,
for the floodgates to open
and the tension to be
flushed away.



To The God Of My Childhood

I cannot say
that You don't exist.
Your delusions are
shared by too many.
They make You real.
What I can say,
finally and definitely,
is No. No more.
Take Your sad pettiness,
Your destructive jealousy,
Your hatred of all
that is joyful in life,
and leave me in peace.
You and all that
Your followers stand for
disgust me.
I am shaking
Your dust
from my feet.

Movement and stillness

Saturday, July 26th, 2014 04:40 am
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Dancer

With serpentine grace
she winds and unwinds
her limbs, flowing
and floating on the music.
She is the song embodied,
each movement a note,
the melody leaping
and swirling in her skirts.



Slow (Four of Cups)

Do not dismiss
the lazy pleasure of
drowsing under the fan
to the sound of drizzle.
Follow the cat's example,
stretching languidly,
letting the delicious
heaviness settle
on your limbs and eyes.
The world will wait.
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Nine of Cups

Be careful what you wish for
be it unto me according to Thy word
trouble comes on glorious wings
the Holy Ghost shall come upon thee
and it feels like truth
blessed art thou among women
and miraculous grace
thou hast found favor with God
but there is always a price
my God my God
no wish lasts forever
why hast Thou forsaken me?



A Random Sampling of Bible Quotes

Choose you this day whom ye will serve

The Lord taketh pleasure
Thus saith the Lord God
in them that fear Him
behold I have spoken
in those that hope in His mercy
in My jealousy and in My fury

So Saul died for his transgressions
if ye forsake the Lord
which he committed against the Lord
and serve strange gods
therefore He slew him
then He will turn and do you hurt

and consume you


(Joshua 24:15, 20
Psalm 147:11
Ezekiel 36:6
I Chronicles 10:13-14)

A Six and a Knight

Sunday, July 20th, 2014 06:03 am
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7/15/14

Six of Cups

I look back
down the spiraling stairs
I have climbed so far.
I see half-empty cups
and outgrown masks,
time wasted pouring devotion
into black holes,
people with hollow hearts
that can never be filled.
I move forward,
spiraling up like a vine
to the sun, growing.
Now I will fill my own cup.
Now I will harvest
my own fruit.



Knight of Cups

"Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
that he didn't, didn't already have..."
- America

The grail you seek,
the missing heart,
is already there,
spinning round within,
waiting, bright as stained glass,
ready to overflow.

More cups

Thursday, July 10th, 2014 12:20 am
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Patriotism - A Right-Wing Haiku
(Five of Cups)


You. People like you.
You make us sick, so grasping,
so needy, thieving.

Why can't you take care
of your own needs at home, why
must you suck our teat,

why do you come here
with your dark skin and language
to bleed us dry? Why?

Don't you know we are
invincible? So keep back!
We will send you home

before we will share
one scrap of our wealth with you,
the land beneath us.



Falling Rock (Seven of Cups)

We drove out on the back roads
and parked by the useless gate
which stopped no one
from trespassing. We walked
around it and kept walking
down the dirt roads, left then right
then almost to the edge.
The fall is almost
impossible to see from above.
You have to know where to stop.
There are no signs.

http://www.cahabariver.net/fallrock.htm

July

Thursday, July 10th, 2014 12:16 am
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July

The slow insect crawl
of the hot days,
sweating through clothes
in the brief walk to the car.
The blessed blast of relief
from the air vent,
the freezer door opening,
the gulp from a glass
of anything with ice.
Curse the heat, but
it's still the peak
of the year, the height
of the cycle, the light.
I would gladly trade
the cold dark months
of death for this.
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7/11/98

First Fruits

In July the tomatoes
swell longingly
on the vines, seduced
by the sun,
flushing and expanding
to juicy readiness.

The afternoon air
resembles the peaches:
bright and sticky,
sharply sweet.
The earth is lustful
in summer.

Ears of corn
stand at attention.
Peppers elongate
and curl, beckoning.
The blackberries
play rough, studding
their tart pleasures
with thorns.
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Shifting

I'm accustomed to
seeing the ocean in shades
of blue and green,
mermaid colors.
But the water
only reflects the sky,
and mermaids have their dark side.
Today the clouds thickened
and the sea turned
to quicksilver, flashing
and gleaming, hypnotic.



Two of Cups

My fingertips flow over your skin,
nails tracing patterns in your hair.

I want to immerse myself
in your warm animal scent.

I want to swim eager laps in
the briny lust of our bed.
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5/28/01

A Little Rhyme For You

Like a bottomless abyss
lit by one tiny spark,
the memory of your kiss
lights my way through the dark.
In my soul it lies deep,
a never-ending sound,
this secret we keep,
by which we are bound.
You are my desire.
The thought of your name
sets my heart on fire
with unquenchable flame.
But you are not mine
and I am not free.
So I sit here and pine
and write bad poetry.



Need

Heal me with your golden love,
with your child's smile,
your deep knowing eyes,
your soft curves,
your firm grip.
Heal me with your hands,
your mouth, your mind.
Know me from inside,
say it's all right,
make me better,
make me yours.

Summer Solstice

Sunday, June 22nd, 2014 01:07 am
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June in Alabama

Heavy tropical air,
lightning bugs flashing
on the shortest night.
Scent of honeysuckle, pine,
and distant rain, and the
fat white moon glowing
like a promise.



Color of Life

It's the color of change, of metamorphosis.
Wherever you see it, something is
pulsing with life, with growth, upheaval.

Verdant fields, sprouting and bearing.
Eerie storm skies, clouds like old bruises.
The Gulf teeming with seaweed and sharks.

Gilded emerald of a peacock's mating display
(like a human male flashing a wad of cash).
Verdigris of metal, earth turning to air.
Silvered pine needles smelling of rain.

My own eyes, changing reflections
with my clothes, but always some shade
of green.

More Ace of Cups

Saturday, June 21st, 2014 12:24 am
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Anahata (Ace of Cups III)

Aphrodite, born of water,
offers you a jade cup.
Will you drink?



Ace of Cups IV

I want a love
like water to swim in,
deep enough to stretch out,
calm enough to float.
Buoyant and clear,
enveloping, caressing,
washing me clean of
my dry season's dust.



My Wish For You (Ace of Cups V)

May you let go
of the myriad slights
and indignities
of your youth.
May you bloom into
fullness, your branches
heavy with sweet fruit.
May you find your song
and sing it as
no one else can.
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Open

Sky and sea
stretching ever forward
from where I stand,
rooted in the sand.
Without this I begin
to shrink. I need
to see the infinite
horizon, feel the sun
baking and the wind
and waves stripping
the dead winter from me,
until mind body and heart
are scrubbed clean
and open like the
sea and sky.



Beach As Metaphor

The shedding of clothes,
skin revealed, oiling up,
beginning to sweat and flush.
Reclining to accept
the sun's attentions,
then diving in, riding
the rhythmic rolling waves,
the surf pounding and pounding.
Friction of water on shore,
rubbing, polishing over and over,
and the spray of salty foam
on the damp sand.

Ace of Cups

Monday, June 2nd, 2014 03:23 am
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Ace of Cups I

The tomato plant droops,
leaves yellowing, baffling
the amateur gardener.
Withholding water,
watering more, nothing works.

On the verge of giving up,
a rainstorm soaks it,
flooding the pot. It still
wilts, but miraculously
tiny tomatoes appear.

Don't be stingy with the water,
and remember how it looks
is less important than
the fruit it bears.


Ace of Cups II

The gleaming copper anklet
caught my eye, outshining
the other baubles on display.
I put it on and knew it was
for me, the tinkling copper coins
making my footsteps musical.
I wore it all day, and when I
took it off, my ankle was green.
Green as moss, as seaweed,
the bright metal returning
to its elements. It was
alarming and delightful.
Soon enough, copper will tarnish,
skin will age, even bones
will one day crumble.
But while they last, wear them
with delight, enjoying
the bright music of each step.
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Impermanence (Summer of '94)

Late in the afternoon we arrived
with a bottle of white wine.
We got high in the poolhouse,
drank and ate blackberries,
listening to the radio
and distant thunder growling.
It was a stormy summer
with kudzu thick and green
under the approaching clouds,
as we swam all too briefly
while we could.



Mortality (Janet)

Live. Live now.
Don't wait.
It could all end
in a heartbeat
in an ambulance
before you even
get to the hospital.
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