My Writing Has Moved To Medium! Come Join Me!

I’ve have moved my blog to Medium where I have more expansion with my personal writing.

I’d be most appreciative if you click the below photo, follow me there, explore my writing and stories and give me all the claps you can!

CORE: Chill Out. Remember Everything.

I took a walk down memory lane today. While I was playing old videos and listening to past recordings, I thought to myself, “This is your core. Chill out and remember everything.”

Ah! My friends, I went there, all the way back into 2007, 2011, progressions of years past, and I became so incredibly clear here in the present.

I want to share my CORE with you. I hope you will also chill out and remember everything.

CLICK HERE TO VISIT MY CORE

Portrait of Vennie Kocsis
by artist
Ladessa Sullivan aka Candyacidreign

A Different Kind Of Damaged

You are a different kind

Of damaged, chaotic mind

Confused you use words

As projection swords and

I see the hurt behind the eyes

The reflection as your soul dies

Lie by lie by lie; the ones you

Tell yourself are true so you

Have a good enough excuse

To dart the arrows with no regard

Of the blood flown from hearts

Torn apart by your anger and

My mind says danger. Danger.

There is pain too deep to touch,

A hole that one could fall through

To end up in a deep abyss

Of your untethered loneliness.

Such a sunflower shouldn’t die

Drowning inside an inability to cry,

You sip illusion, a savory wine;

Your mirror, a self-made design.

Everything that makes you wince

Tells you what needs love’s attention

As you ignore. Ignore. Ignore;

The parts of you so bruised and sore.

I can only sit and observe,

The winding streets of your hurt

Hovering above the purity

Stolen from your childhood

An inability to develop so you

Scrambled and scratched your

Way through life; numb the wounds

With bottles of booze, laugh away

The moments draining your happy,

Regret and listing what you’re lacking.

I feel slightly stoic and disinterested,

An odd reaction, to not feel sorry

For the churning of your own hurting.

When light floats inside your air

You call the darkness; safer there?

No more minutes can pass me by.

I’m swiftly running out of time; must

Focus forward; head held high

Silently take the podium and speak.

Empowered woman. Empowered me.

©️ VennieKocsis