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I'm a dark gothic poet and this is some of my work and or oppinions

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September 2015

Happiness is a choice?

I have been hearing and seeing a lot of little signs and plaques and things saying that happiness is a choice. This may be true for some people, but it’s not true for people with depression.  Happiness is a chemical reaction in your brain. You have no control over when or how it happens. You don’t even control what makes you happy. For instance, I get happy in the colder months, watching scary movies or action flicks. I also find dark poetry beautiful and metal moves me most. No one in my family likes most of these things. By no one I do mean NO ONE. I don’t know anyone that can choose what makes them happy. Some people are just happy, some want to rub it in your face that they are happy and you are not and some of us have a genetic mental disorder that will prevent us from being super happy because we do not produce the proper chemicals in the proper quantity. I have to take medication to be somewhat close to normal and I still don’t get to pick what makes me happy.  Some people say to give it all over to god and just be. That only works if that is how your faith works. It’s not how mine works. My gods like for there people to be strong.
This also goes for people with anxiety disorders. We didn’t get to pick these things from a list at birth or anything. They where given to us by genetics and environment.  Nature and nurtue. Sometimes you get more of one and less of the other. Some times you get shit.

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So no, happiness is not a choice

Blessed be
pagan Hyde
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The new messages

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I love tarot!!!

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pagan Hyde
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A Borrowed World

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Tree of Growth & Decay

Into The Woods

I think this is lovely

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Once upon a time…a long time ago there was a girl. I know there’s always a girl. But this one was sat in the window watching two magpies. They in turn were eyeing up the leftovers she’d trailed across the dirt. She’d turned crumbs into paths, into roads. Eventually the braver one fluttered to the floor, soon joined by the other to quickly demolish the escape plan she had been daydreaming of.

The crumbs were left by her brother. His last meal under this roof. She’d watched him through this window as well. He’d paused at the gate, looking back at the house, then up at her. She’d raised her hand, fingers splayed as she pressed them against the glass. He raised his hand to match hers. Then he was through the gate and swallowed up by the forest that surrounded the cottage.

Raised voices scared the birds, scattering them…

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Messages of the day

I love tarot and Oracle decks. Love love love love love love them. I collect the little buggies. These cards where from my reading for today.

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I asked for my lesson of the day. The answer appears to be be creative and love is the most important thing.

Blessed be
pagan Hyde
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When women go to war

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pagan Hyde
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Monsanto Wants to Replace the Bees They Are Killing with Genetically Engineered Flying Ants

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the raven has come visiting

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