Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
You are my anchor to reality when delusion takes the helm. You’re the rope that keeps me tied down, when the storms try to carry me away.
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Poets
How did you get so wise beyond your years? Did you live in the stars before you came here? Is that what made you stronger?
If I lost hope on every sinking ship, I'd have drowned by now. I've floated on stormy seas to find my salvation, searching through dry deserts,
I snuffed out the stars Because they were too bright. The thoughts in my head were far too loud, too boisterous. I could not close my eyes to sleep
Your built your kingdom on lies, a craft paper facade. You cut out shapes and broken hearts and pasted them together in a castle of deception.
Australia Day is supposed to be a day of celebration and excitement in the land down under. January 26th 1966 however, was an Australia Day that is still surrounded in infamy.
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Criminal
Understand lost its meaning when humans learned it could pacify those who begged for it in the first place. I wish I could scream in the face
I unzip my skull to peel apart the puzzle pieces of my brain. I push the pieces back together in spaces where they don't quite fit.
She was like the sun, peeking through the rain, He was the thunderstorm, buzzing with pain. She would glow with light, even if you weren’t near,
Little boy blue, come wait your turn. Let them paint up expectation, and watch your world burn. You’ll try & tear through wrinkled skin,
I identify as queer & pansexual. When asked, I openly express my labels but more often than not I am met with, “isn’t pansexuality transphobic?” Or “isn’t that just bisexual?”
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Pride
I wonder what you’d look like now. Would laugh lines cross your face? Would they be the map to all the emotions you’d experienced through the years?
