Off balance, I need some fixing
‘If you give me a glimmer of hope, you’re in trouble. I take it to the moon.’ – Mike Tyson
Somebody anonymously sent me a message… unfortunately I can’t respond to what anybody sends me on the contact page and I don’t know who it was (I wish I did), but thank you. Ima hope you’re reading this now so this post is for you. I’m glad you asked the question, and thank you for your v nice words. I didn’t answer it before but here we go.
Does love define us?
Initially, I would have said no. I wish I could say no. I would have said that it’s impossible and unfair to say that love makes us who we are, because what about people who never feel anything close to love? Are they just yet to be defined as an individual? Have you not lived until you’ve loved? Have I even felt love to be talking about it so confidently? In that respect, I can’t say it defines us. Until we actually feel it. I guess we just don’t know that we’re all walking around as blank canvases until someone comes and splashes red all over it.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Thou calmest me most
When thou art blue –
Like the sky that houses the sun.
Ah the sun; so warming, joyful, happy
But sometimes scorching all my worries
Burning them down to ashes
Their fumes wafting their way back into me;
Like a phoenix, the ashes resurrect,
Bursting upwards from the ground
And slapping me straight in the goddamn face
As the summer reminds me;
you must be happy.
Flat face, I share this trait
With a face so flat
I like the way you tuck your trousers
Into your socks like that.
Shaking hands, concealing pills
When I see the police
I, too, feel the thrill.
What a herd, what companions
You all look the same
Dogs walking dogs
So cool, much amaze.
So poetic and graceful
Billy Shakez just quivers
In his grave. Read more
I feel overwhelmed with strength
so much strength that I may shatter if I clap
my hands out of joy
so much strength that I am exhausted
after a day of carrying myself around
so much strength that walking with my head up
torments my neck with cramps
so much strength that every step I take creates cracks
in the path I am about to take
and I am going to break.
Now Playing: Hall of Fame – the Script
All we want is somebody
who is willing to do for us
what we’d do for them.
But sometimes we forget that
it’s not normal
to gladly give your life
for the same people
shooting at their own shield
that they have made
out of our bodies.
And sometimes we forget that
these are the same people
who would run away
the moment we give them
one faint frown line,
and we watch them disappear into the distance
with wrinkled faces.
Now Playing – Ghost in the Mirror – Mallory Knox
If you were ever involved with a writer
as a friend, a partner,
an acquaintance or a lover,
and you think she’s writing about you
The truth is she probably is,
maybe she doesn’t know she’s doing it
maybe she reads over it
and sees you in it too
But the real question is
what are you doing
still reading her writing
hoping she’s writing
Now Playing: West Coast – Lana Del Rey