My mind is a ghost town

I heard this song and it inspired to make my own version of a ghost town. So here's a poem I wrote. Keep in mind that in my darkest hours, I'm happy when the inspiration hits and I can make my ideas and imagination rhyme.

Desolace
 
This is how it looks inside my mind
But only on a dark moment, I have to remind
The town is not empty and deserted
Nor quiet and murdered
It's filled with whispers, screams and echos
Haunted by demons and fallen heroes

Weird creatures roam the streets
Listening to my every heartbeat
Lurking in the shadows are my own creations
Bleeding, suffering, grotesque mutations
Most paths blocked with a tombstone
A cemetery I built when I was alone
Glowing eyes watching from the windows
Grey grass and dead flower-filled meadows
Remorse and hope playing tug-o'-war
Only place open is the candy store

One smile and a whisper
From a lucid mister
Makes everyone drop what they were doing
Turn their glares and start their viewing
When it's time for new games
The town bursts into flames
But yet again the party is over soon
And the townfolk paled by the blue moon
Only rattling skeletons left celebrating
The ghosts tinting their heads, speculating
The air filled with fog and smoke
Soon there will come another bloke

Don't take a sip from that poisoned well
Cover your ears from the death knell
An empty swing sways in the breeze
So many locked doors and not enough keys
No clowns or stuffed toys
Just memories of past joys
Broken glass on the ground
From the castles clouds surround
 
The town is not quiet and deserted
It's twisted and perverted
But as long as somewhere there's blue sky
I can take another shattering goodbye

I hope you enjoyed the tour because this was my 100th brochure.

Head-ass-trophy

The hot topic in my circles is "why?", why did I shave my head. I've been wanting to shave my head for years, probably closer to a decade. I don't have one reason, nor do I have any really good reasons. I didn't have to shave my hair off. I just wanted to do so.

The feedback has mostly been positive. Apparently my skull has a good shape, whatever that really even means. Part of the process was to see if I could rock it with no hair - as in would it fit me. And it does body-wise. Not sure yet does it fit my personality, but time will tell.

Partly I did this because there's a little (okayokay, a huge) feminist in me that had a point to prove. Short hair, or in this case almost no hair at all, doesn't change my gender, my sex or my sexuality. I'm still a strong independent heterosexual woman who needs no hair. I can still be sexy even though I have taken the most easily recognisable feminine part of me away. I am no less of a woman now than I was before. My initial thought was to be bold (pun intended) and show how much of a woman I still look like, but the rules of Blogger forbids me. So no nudes for you, sorries.

I am greatly enjoying the attention, of course. Though it's not me in the center of attention, it's my head. Still, I don't know what to answer to comments such as "I didn't really think you would go through with it". Did you think so little of me or did you think less of me before I did this? Well. Ahem. I did? So. Umm... Suck it?

So no, I don't have cancer. I don't even take that as an insult because I have utmost respect for people who are strong enough to fight that disease and with such draining medicine as chemo.

No, I did not become a man. My vagina didn't fall off and I did not grow a penis in the spot. Is your masculinity so intimidated by my short hair that you have to make stupid jokes like that? Piss off.

Even though I feel emancipated by this, I'm afraid most of the opposite sex wont see it as such. I'm halfly hoping this will help me to stay single and out of all the drama of dating. I hate the quiet in my head when I'm in a steady relationship, but I also fear the chaos of the voices in my head when I'm single.

I feel like it's half a century ago and I'm a guy with a long hair.

Yes, my head feels nice and soft now. Like a very hairy baby's butt. Yes, you may touch it.