|This poem is for the ones who fought a disease without a cure. It's for anyone who's lost someone to cancer, and for those who will.|
The Giantsthe earth is our ship, and we turn throughThe Giants by =RosaryOfSighsx
oceans of time
on the mad waves of a
dark cosmic deep, lost in a vast sea
billions of points of light our guides
the ghosts of stars lightyears away that have already died
and been reborn,
swallowed into blackholes
like the skeletal masts of wrecks
and lighthouses torn asunder.
in gravitational tides we are pulled
and seafarers draw strange patterns in the sky -
so that we might cut the universe to size
to stop our minds from drowning.
we forget to look with fear and awe and
we whisper (why)s -
at a world we cannot touch beyond the hull.
they are reborn again.
with minds awake we voyage, dreaming softly
of gods and reincarnations
lost in delusions of afterlifes and
And beyond us in our black ocean
the stars are reborn
the light of millions of ghosts touches us
and fills our sky with sights that rob us
all energy survives and recycles into
we are immortal ghost-watchers
LuminousWe lie together in the darkLuminous by =RosaryOfSighsx
the pale shape of you sleeping
rising and falling in the heat
I run my hands over the curves of your form and the walls
the curling corners of posters and
the four poster bed.
naked except for your shirt
the sound of the floorboards creak
in the hush under the soles
of my feet.
stopping to smile
at the faded play on words I can make out in the dark
outside the window
(and in my mind)
|this piece meant a lot to write.|
They sat me in the middle of the stage (I think because of my appearance - younger that the other speakers), talking about being mentally ill because I'm younger and 'alternative' and they wanted young people to relate to that.
Funnily enough, on the train home, I ended up in a carriage with a bunch of high school boys who'd been at the youth festival and seen my speech. They were all wearing "Beyond Blue" bracelets that had been given out at the festival, and a few of them said that they were surprised about the severity of what I'd been through because of how young I was, and that I'd survived, and said that I was really strong, and thanked me for speaking, which was really sweet.
The organiser had chatted to me afterwards, said I spoke well, and asked if I'd do it again and I said yes. It was a very good festival They also had a really cute little photo booth, where you held up a board saying your "mental health promise". Jade and I had photos in it, which I'll post if I can find a scanner.
Happy mental health, everyone! With love, Rosie.
Random thought: a good friend of mine has been calling me "Rosebud" which is a new nickname. I've had so many nicknames, but that's a new one. What are some nicknames you've had? And are there any nicknames you've ever had that you've hated? I've had some odd ones, and some that made me kind of wince, but I don't think I had any that I really loathed.