Hello Again

Hi Guys:

I know I've disappeared for about 5 months. I apologise for the gap.

All the stuff that's been posting was queued in case this happened. I am home in Texas for the summer and have limited access to the internet. Also some personal health issues have come up that have kept me from being able to function some days and left me with absolutely no motivation, but I am working on recovering from that. Please know that I am alive and okay now and in good hands. I'm learning.

Keep an eye out for a new blog that will explain that because it's a story worth sharing even if I don't believe it's an important one. All stories are important, even if you don't think so. At least that's what I've come to learn. I will be doing my best to keep this better updated with art and poetry and music; it will be all sorts of crazy fun stuff.

Thanks so much if you're reading my blog.

-Ray

Poem of the Week

Taylor Ray

Hope:

It’s never a shout,
It’s never a word,
It’s never a whisper,
It’s barely heard,

In times of trouble,
In times of pain,
In times of anger,
It won’t call your name,

I’m trying to breath,
I’m trying to cry,
I’m trying to speak,
I know I’ll get by,

Help didn’t come,
So I wished for an friend,
But hope never comes,
When you’re close to the end.

Poem of the Week

(Title Unknown?)

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

flowers growing at the bottoms of my

stomach are dead. Apparently you  

can’t water flowers with vodka.

I had the sky in my veins but it’s

been pretty fucking stormy since I

ripped them open. I had planets 

on the tip of my tongue but

the debris from the shattered 

remains of “us” have been

crashing into them. I was

everything. And then I met

you and we were everything.

Now you’re fucking some

blonde girl who gets

high all the time and

I’m a fucking

mess.

Credit

Poem of the Week

"Essay on Crying in Public" - Sam Sax

Poem of the Week

"14 Lines from Love Letters of Suicide Notes" - Doc Luben