Poems from the Dark

Notes from the Writer: Hello, October here again. It's been a while. Hope all is well with you. I do apologize for the silence here on Patreon, but as you probably know, I've been on a self-care hiatus and have returned to writing poetry, short stories, novels and developing more creative/artistic projects in the works as of recently.

With that said, I hope you get to enjoy a series of poems that I wrote a while back with horror/gothic themes, in the style of ABC poetry, language poetry, and unorthodox poetry styles. Some may make sense, some may not be as clear, but all are primarily fictional works of art, and should not be taken so seriously. I was inspired by the likes of Storm Constantine, H.P. Lovecraft, Poppy Z. Brite, Stephen King, and even the great Edgar Allan Poe growing up, and I've had my shares of reading various poetry/novels from different genres/sub-genres, eras, writers/authors/poets, and even have read the works of Shakespeare himself. I've traveled the world on the hauntingly beautiful yet brutally honest poetic rantings of Jack Kerouac, Ginsberg, and the entire Beat Generation poets. I've mused a bit here and there with the likes of Hunter S. Thompson, George Carlin and the Mad Genius/Great Big Mouth known as Corey Motherfucking Taylor.

So it is no surprise that I've also read horror/gothic themed poetry and stories growing up, and always found the underworld of such dark and brutal writings rather... um... fascinating. But I've been tested by my psychiatrist and therapist, and have been proven to be not crazy or anything of the sort that would make you potentially afraid of me. In fact, I did tweet a photo a while back showing my actual diagnosis of C-PTSD, Depression, Gender Dysphoria, and some rather severe social anxiety, so you should know that even the best Gothic/horror writers, poets and authors were not crazy, but rather um... enigmatic in the way they approached writing in the horror/gothic literature world.

I figured I'd put that out there so as to tell the truth and also to confirm from multiple sources that the writings of my idols growing up has inspired me to try my hand at gothic/horror poetry, and to warn you that this is simply fictional and not even 100% true. Except for the poem called Gender Dysphoric Trans Daughter's Poetic Rant, which is based on my real life experience of being tortured in conversion therapy after being put in a "Christian boot camp" by my own mother, and having finally broken away from the camp and left home at a rather young age to be the happy trans woman that I've become today. Also, in another poem, Suicide of a Brother, it was actually based on a true story/real life experience of me losing one of my seven brothers in my family to suicide when I was younger. It was particularly hard and difficult on me and still years later, disturbs me in the sense of post traumatic stress. Everything else written is still purely fictional except for the aforementioned poems named here.

As for poems like Alone with Dead Memories, it was actually a fictional poetry piece, and once again, is not true and nothing in real life actually happened to inspire such a haunting poem. And then there's a politically-driven Gothic themed poem called Escape from Organized Religion in a Transphobic Nazi Amerika, which was inspired by my real life experiences of struggling with being abused, censored, and tortured by right-wing extremists and religious leaders in local community churches back home in Texas (I've not lived in Texas in many years since then), all because I came out as transgender. Conversion therapy DOES NOT work and can truly harm trans people and trans youth. DO NOT send your fucking kids or adult children to conversion therapy; it will lead them to being suicidal and severely traumatized later on. I speak from personal experiences.

And finally, Traumatized Survivor is actually a fictional poetry piece where I tried to put myself in the shoes of a horror film survivor like Jamie Lee Curtis (of Halloween fame) or Neve Campbell (when she did the Scream film series) or just about any other survivor who made it through original and sequel films like in Texas Chainsaw Massacre or the SAW series or the Hostel series or any other horror films you've probably ever seen in your entire lives, as much as I have seen them, and I thought it'd be cool to write a fictional viewpoint of the survivor after escaping a madman or a psychotic serial killer or even escaping the likes of Freddy Krueger in the Nightmare on Elm Street film series (the originals, mind you—fuck the remake) and recounting the experiences/memories in PTSD or C-PTSD terminology. It was an interesting attempt on creating such a rather intriguing piece of horror/gothic themed poetry like this, and I hope it was enjoyable for you to read when you get to it as much as I've enjoyed writing it.

Anyway, if horror/gothic poetry is not your cup of tea, then I'd understand if you wish to skip this post altogether and await more poems, short stories, novels, and artwork that is not horror/gothic themed. Remember, I write about anything and everything, from BDSM to transgender issues, from porn/sex work to gothic/horror themed fictional works and more. It keeps the mind fresh, full of new ideas every day, and keeping in mind, I hope you really do enjoy what I'm about to present to you now.

Namaste,October.

=============="Alone with Dead Memories"

In darkness and lightThe kitchen floodedA dish with Mother's teethResting withinChoking reflection above the deepBreak of any remembranceThe night she faded away

(Fin.)=============="Suicide of a Brother"

I squashed mischievous insectsBetween copies of America 51 and Seven Deadly Sins: Settling the Argument Between Born Bad and Damaged Goods.There is a process of the DeadUpstairs my brain as I restMy flesh and blood is on his ownInventing his tragic demise.

(Fin.)=============="Gender Dysphoric Trans Daughter's Poetic Rant"

Spark halting in the AftermathView of the personAnd the sharp needle of shameNauseating even by the motherThe waste of the sonUtter a excuse of the strangerI'm not the son anymoreI'm the unwanted daughterO, Mother, why deny my existence?Now the world will expect my resistanceYou gave birth to a Gender Dysphoric childI now leave home years later to a transgender exileRant, rant, rantWrite, fuck, love, hateKiss, eat, pray, liveEverywhere I've gone, where I'm going nextO, Mother, Mother - the roads I've taken far away from youRemember the waste of the son that's now your daughter

(Fin.)=============="Escape from Organized Religion in a Transphobic Nazi Amerika"

Angels begoneCreeping deathEverything fadesGod hatesIsolated JokerKey lostMaybe nothingOblivion, painQuit runningSave the unlovedVenom wickedX your zealots

(Fin.)=============="Traumatized Survivor"

I winced to picture themKnowing not why it was importantWhere they drippedTorn apart from anotherCaught me between theBlack ugly dreamSaliva flowing into the eyes.

(Fin.)

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