I am sometimes afraid that I’ll forget what your voice sounds like. It terrifies me to only remember your face, and I can’t stop but think that one day I’ll wake up and realize that I’ve lost everything you said.
Lately, I’ve been juggling around a few ideas for projects that I might want to undertake in the next couple of months, up to a year. Rarely do I become this enthusiastic about something that I really want to give myself to it, but I’ve been feeling like I really want to become more public with my talents in writing and performing.
She and I
by torch light
into piles of junk
and cobbed-webbed antiquities
the skeletons in the attic
I never dared to acknowledge
stared me down through
deep set darkness
that I had lain their bodies here.
they lived and died within my house
and always lingered
I was still scared
grinding my fears into bone meal
and brushing dust off my anxieties.
but at least by torch light
I knew what I was hiding from
and she still held my hand
through the trembles.
Humans by nature are very emotional creatures, and I think it’s beautiful to see this capacity laid out carefully. Anger for example, rarely looks or feels like:
"I am a tempest, blowing all my friends away and buffeting my reason."
and more like:
"FUCK, fUCKASDK FCKK. ASSWHYFUCK UGHAlsdzESD."
And I know it isn’t from a lack of ability to express themselves, or a pause in logic and order, but just that emotion is so overwhelming and independent of reason that it influences our thoughts and actions to the point of apparent lunacy.
And maybe that’s why I fell in love with poetry, for telling all the stories I lived whilst being completely without words.
The world is large
as my mind will wander;
my life is large
as my feet will take me.
Sometimes I get really excited and worked up about something. And I can go hard as a motherfucker at parties. I’ll write up ten pieces of whatever in the span of an hour. I’ll help a friend sort their relationship problems. Have an intellectual discussion about an important world issue with a group of my peers. Attend a formal dinner party with my girlfriend’s family, sitting across her parents.
But holy shit, if that’s one day out of the week, I’m gonna hibernate for the next six. Introvert with an outgoing personality problems forreal.
I’m pretty sure the biggest impasse of young adulthood involves the near limitless number of possibilities your life could take. From childhood all the way through all the angsty teenage years, you’re put on a track: education; and that becomes your sole preoccupation and priority. But as soon as you’re allowed to make your own choices, it just happens to be one of the most substantial: career path and the ensuing progression into adulthood.
The fact that it’s make or break time, and we’re still barely getting our bearings makes it clear as to why the choice leads heavily into indecision and inaction.
Day one, and the world is already at our throats.
Is it odd that I prefer to be treated with somewhat of a mild neglect?
The space and freedom to do what I want, with the occasional reassurance that I’m not actually alone. That’s my sweet spot.
If a girl is to do the same superman thing where he takes off his disguise, we just look pervy. Not the same effect
First of all: bullshit.
Secondly: If you are not doing the Linda Carter spin, then you’re doing it wrong.
how did you do that so smoothly?
thats some broadway musical shit
But seriously, I think I love you.
heck no, i’m callin dibs
Sorry friend, thatseanguyblogs called dibs first. ;)
OH MY GOD THAT’S SO CUTE
England: what are you doing
America: getting rid of u lmao
So I saw my Dad scrolling through the Tumblr dashboard.
Me: “OMG DAD ARE YOU ON MY TUMBLR??”
Dad: “I just started reading…?”
Me: “OMG DAD I DO...