Murcury Rising Magazine

04/12/2024

For those who didn't, know without. My number never changed.

03/12/2024

I have failed. I have stolen. I have lied. I have cheated, used drugs, betrayed people, offended others, insulted people, abused people, abused myself, lusted, acted selfishly, been neglectful, forgot who I was, fell past the point of rock bottom, and it’s okay if everyone knows it. Because every hero has a backstory.

20/10/2024

I see you smile for the crowd
Can’t risk letting them down
It’s an easy smile,
You’ve had plenty of practice

I watch as you drain yourself
Always there, always in hell
Gotta keep the lie
As you lay in the madness

The deepest scars don’t always show
Damaged hearts don’t always let go
Play the part til curtains close
Then fall apart in the blackness

I see the longing in your eyes
Longing for a simple life
A second chance to make it right
But you can’t change what the past is

I see through
The games you play
Know the truth
Ain’t what you say
Try ease the pain,
You self medicate

I see you
Try to fade away
I know you
And the price you’ve paid
All the guilt and shame
As you shoulder the blame
I see you

I watch you try to keep it together
Be the rock in stormy weather
Praying that things will get better
Hoping you can outlast this

Grab your mask as you enter the room
Do your dance they’re all watching you
You know this act, you’ve had a front row view
If they ask, Tell ‘em you feel fantastic

I see through
The games you play
Know the truth
Ain’t what you say
Try ease the pain,
You self medicate

I see you
Try to fade away
I know you
And the price you’ve paid
All the guilt and the shame
As you shoulder the blame
I see you

The music ends, there’s no more tunes
No hero came to rescue you
Story’s over, there’s no part 2
Now you’re left with the sadness

I understand cause I suffer too

18/10/2024

I have been told many things for which I can not voice. It is a burden I carry. I have seen many things of which I can not describe. It is a burden I carry. I have read hundreds of books but still do not know the correct words, sampled many flavors but have yet to taste, carry a collection of emotions but am unable to present to you what I’m feeling. These are also the burdens I carry. My heart is a nest filled with love that I nurtured as my own, only to be set free and find its place in the world. I know that once the wings have discovered what lies beyond, they will never return to me. But this is not my burden. I am not forced to drag this material around, nor required to build a foundation from it. I do not chase after it like a carrot on a string in front of me, but always out of reach. I seek to know, and in knowing comes understanding, from understanding will blossom respect and once the respect is established, love is the fruit put forth. A tree does not taste the apple, but yet continues to produce them. So no, this is not my burden, this is what I was destined for. There is no debt to clear, no ransom to be paid, no second shoe timing its drop. As the seasons change, and the skies become unrecognizable, when you have traveled all the roads you’ve come across in your journey but still don’t know where you belong, rest under my canopy, indulge in my fruit, and find yourself in the familiarity of my branches. Just because it’s forgotten, doesn’t mean it is lost, and the love for another’s soul has no expiration date.

06/10/2024

I said some things that weren’t very kind. Am I proud of it, no. Was it appropriate, no. Was it necessary, yes. At some point if you don’t shut someone down, they will continue to push,push you, your boundaries, or what is socially acceptable. Draw the line now, before you find yourself hurting again. There are people out there who just want to see you succeed,and that’s your tribe. If those around can’t stand with you, then stand away from them.

29/09/2024

Imagine you’re blind. Because of your lack of sight, the physical appearance doesn’t matter to you. So instead, you focus on the way a person makes you feel, the joy they bring in to your life, the encouragement they give you, and the effort they put in to getting to know you. Now close your eyes, and think about those in your life who do these things. Love those who love you, not those who love the way you look. 😉M.O.

09/08/2024

Cera gente e solo capace di fare cose insulse

25/07/2024

1st~
trust in me you will be interested after to hang again.. and if im the best at most things then im definitely concerned with the likes of what your doing reaching a pinacle but not taking a peek to see what im doing at the infallable peak. enlighten the shoes of the meek minded as they are justifably combatting meager conditions. And the rich dont have enough slow pathological lines that limit their time and by definition without rough conditions the smooth sailing is no guarantee. the poor live to their own tradition of their own conditions, almost as if being a sketch to anyone is overtly extended reasonings brought out by deduction placed by reduction through division with no revision double minded loose ended cognition caught a splinters sliver ,as it escapes the brain slithers the slot of education and grey matter(creating dementia) the nerves vainly abstain all shiver, a cross between the highest of levels and orientation that is tougher than all others.

riddle you this and thats !1

19/06/2024

Starlings In The Winter by Mary Oliver

Dear T.,

1.
For many years we’ve been lost at sea. Adrift. Unanchored. We rode wave after wave after wave. We learned to love the water, learned to embrace the drowning that comes, the burning in our lungs. For the longest time we thought this is all we’ll ever be: a nymph in the deep murk and a monster all the same, the kind of creature that has survived the depths.

2.
We can’t undo everything we have brought upon ourself—this much is true. Everything we have ever loved in our tiny life has made all the difference. Praise the self in fifth grade who started to turn away from maths in favour of words. Praise the thirteen-year old who discovered Brubeck and Monk and Coltrane and understood that language comes in different forms. Praise the self who wrote a column in the school paper and who was, for a time, enamoured with Robert Frost and Alanis Morisette and e.e. cummings and Jose Villa and Michael Jordan and Princess Diana, who made mixtapes and wrote letters from torn notebooks, who wrote silly lyrics and even sillier rhymes. Praise the self that wanted to be a journalist instead of an accountant, and then ended up becoming a business major, then one day walked into a room full of poets and artists and thought: here is where I want to be.

3.
Praise the self who loved so deeply at sixteen, and at nineteen and at twenty-two, and at thirty-two and at thirty-four, who wanted the whole world to happen to her—all that blooms and bruises—

4.
How do they do it. People, I mean. How do they go on without chafing against the world. How do we now begin to grow roots, now that we’re out of the water, now that we’ve arrived at a time in our lives when there’s nothing left to do but to blossom?

5.
I want everything that love has to offer: what is impossible and what will wound us and what will break us open. I want to grow towards joy and throw wide the curtains of my life to let the light in.

6.
Oh praise the poet that clung to our skin and bones. Everything we have ever loved has saved us and carried us, both. And today of all days: happy birthday, T., dear self, dear fool. Thirty-seven years and beloved. Yes: beloved.

01/05/2024

britni.dodd. check out my art work on ef book. It for mental health awareness.

01/05/2024

18/04/2024

I believe that once you've honed your craft, it's no longer about creativity, but a willingness to allow yourself to be a humble vessel for your gift.

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29/03/2024

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