The Treebeard Speaks

I wrote this really late last night.  Like a lot of things I write, don’t take it at face value.  There’s a lot of different things going on under the surface.  If you really need the help, I can explain to you what’s going on in it…  but I’d prefer to let you do your own thinking.

Season of Death

this is it.
this is when everything and everybody dies.
literally RIGHT NOW.
it’s the season of dying, baby!
everybody’s gettin’ dead up in here!

whether it’s
diseases that are chronic as hell
marriages that were destined to fail
hopes and dreams that will never set sail
being stuck in a city that you call hell
everybody’s time is overdue.

there’s no fucking around anymore
there’s nothing to look forward to or look back on.
in the season of death.
so get your living on
before your dying starts!
because before you do, it will begin.

that one last round of singing will finish.
and hopefully we’ll all end on “that old familiar chorus”
but we know not when our last moment shall be.
so we’ll sing until our deaths,
with hearts full of regrets,
hoping we made the best
of what we were given.

and i hope we’re all agreed-
no one here has to “make a life together”
cause we’re all really just keepin each other company til we die!

+Frozen Crosses+

http://frozencrosses.tumblr.com

tithenai:

wizasaur:

-prettyprettyplease:

ultraball:

paranoidrobot:

…Do the Presbyterians think Rocks are animals?

ALL ROCKS GO TO HEAVEN

CONVERTING TO CATHOLICISM DOES NOT MAGICALLY GRANT YOUR DOG A SOUL.

 WOW. EPIC CATHOLIC WIN.

I LOVE THIS.

(Source: XO)

“My Nickname”

everyone
who said
some
misanthropic,
nihilistic
thing
about people
was right.
because.
people
will always
let you down.
and
they really do
suck.

in my life,
there’s one
(maybe two?)
friend
who actually shows
that they care
about me.
to everyone else,
i’m just a name,
a personality,
a character.
someone “interesting”.
or entertaining.

a lot of the time
i’m sick.
because my immune system
is underdeveloped.
so i’ll be stuck inside,
doing nothing.
because
i’m sick.
or injured.
or having some sort
of mental issue
related
to some medication
i was on
that fucked up
my brain.
and an avalanche
of problems
will fall on top
of me.
and i get stuck.
until i get better
and manage to get on top of things
only to fall down again.
this has been my life
for the past twenty years -
since i was eleven years old.
i hope that they’ll change.
i do things to make them change.
and nothing happens.
but i hope that some day,
they will.

anyhow
like i was saying,
i have a nickname.
and people call me by it.
and they “respect” me.
for whatever the fuck
i’ve done
that’s benefitted them.
in some way.
i use my nickname
“professionally”.
it’s the name
that i’ve been published under.
it “opens doors”
for me
with people.
many whom i don’t even know.
they’ll say
“you’re treebeard?!??
‘i’ve heard about you!!!”
and they’ll get excited.
and say that they’re glad
to finally meet me.
but to this day,
i don’t understand why.
so we’ll talk for a bit,
and go on
our separate ways.
or i’ll be asked what they think of their band
or project
or whatever it is
that they’re doing
usually with
their music.
because
“they want an honest opinion”.
and they know
that i’m honest
“to a fault”.
so i give it to them
and try to be encouraging
and they say
“i appreciate
your being honest with me”.

but really…
fuck all that.
it doesn’t mean
anything.
no one actually cares
enough to let me into their life.
or reach out to me.
so like i said,
i spend my time
alone,
staring at a computer screen.
typing,
calling,
and texting
to people
about going out
and doing something.
or just hanging out.
and i’ll wait for them to respond.
which
is usually
with silence.
or a no.

which
is why.
my nickname
means nothing.
to me.