Archive for the ‘Blackout Journaling’ Category

I avoid mirrors, I simply can’t handle seeing my own reflection. I naturally have a difficult time making eye contact with anyone, fearing they will see through my mask. The rare moments I make eye contact with the man in the Mirror I grow weary and this is what came out.

My faces of evil

Cleverly hidden 

My eyes…

The window into a voidless darkness…

Soulless 

Stare too long and he takes you away

“Grab my hand”

“I will take this pain away”

“Follow me into the shadows”

“Fear not of voided thoughts”

“Shed no tears”

“We have lived beyond our years”

“Trust in me”

“To take the pain away”

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For all the minds that were threatened by darkness, and the darkness sweapt over him and the darkness overwhelmed him stabbing at his mind seeking to seduce him with promises and lies.

BUT he knew the hollowness of such promise. He knew the path they led to and as his flesh was burned and torn by the darkness in its rage. His heart proved unassailable and when the darkness was fully about him, sank deep into his body. He blazed forth with the power within him burning with a pure clear light burning with true purpose. The darkness shrieked and the darkness burned.

And in the end was nothing.

  • This is a small portion taken from the ten pages of Blackout Writing I found in front of me after two hours of lost time. I am having trouble finding a consistent title to identify the posts written during lost time/Blackout periods. 
  • My other dilemma is whether to include the entire unedited entry. My Blackout Writing is chaotic, cryptic, and scattered. The entire entry is so scattered it doesn’t seem to make sense at the time, but then it does. Weird

Being poor

Wanting more

Cubburds bare

I wished upon a star

Even trying a rare prayer

An elephant tear

Appears filled with fear

Being poor

Children needing more

Unwaking nightmare

I promised I swore

I tried so hard to ignore 

My final wish to create my final scar

I was looking at myself in the mirror today hoping my reflection had changed by seeing this changed reflection I may be able to not see the ugliness I try to deny and lie to myself and everyone else I don’t even recognize when I am looking at I don’t know if it’s even me the window to my soul lonely and lifeless I wonder if this is my vision of the future who the fuck knows certainly not this joker in the mirror

I apologize for the lack of punctuation in this post. I am trying to use talk to text, because my mind runs a million miles a second and I can rarely keep up which hinders my number of posts.

I have a question for my readers which I would love feedback about. I have been told I should start a vlog or podcast of my fucked up ramblings. After people hear me go on and on about Random shit jumping around from one topic to another I always think to myself I wish I had used this material as a post but all is quickly forgotten.

Should I try vloging or start up a podcast?

Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Still working on trying to write the perfect post, causing paralysis. I have found a way to continue writing… I call it ‘Black Out Journaling. I can never recall what I just wrote, when I go back and read them, it’s as if I am reading it for the first time.

I have never feared confessional writing, it’s my only gift. Yet I fear posting any black out entry’s. No more, in order to stay true to myself, I am adding a new series of entries categorized as black out Journaling, and will periodically re-post past entries to complete my project of making it easier to search for specific series.