I want to let
you know that I can always get
what you mean. Your words
lift me to new heights, and I fly far above
the birds. You are my holy spirit
giving me life. You are the first brushstroke
leaving the white void broken. It is only with you
that I feel like for once, just once in my life
I can finally do it. Just once I can understand what it is
to connect. Just once I can hear the music playing
that the children are dancing to. Just once
I can breathe.
Yo
Words on a paper
In my mouth, In my head
Between you, between me, between us
But not the thing in itself
It is the finger pointing at the moon
Neither the finger, nor the moon
It is the whole
All of it
Within you and without you
A stray breath as God calmly exhales
Thoughts, blood, chemicals
Swirling around in your mind
Your mind, your life, your universe
Swirling around in time
Your hand in mine
Your face in mind
Your life in time
By God, the divine
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
As if you couldn't
When all you can do is be it.
I've been drawn by gravity
A hasty sketch
Brash lines and jagged edges
all pulled towards you.
You, the weightless girl
stepping without force
floating above pain, above sorrow,
no attachments holding you.
Yet here I am, dragged in by you
The Sun could not pull me as strong
Nor shine as bright.
The celestial giants marvel
as you best them at their own game.
And I, the observer
only grateful to watch.
Sometimes I wish I had my own paradoxical gravity
That I may both draw you in
and rise above
be envied by the stars
and illuminated by you.
Sometimes.
But gravity is only good for one thing
and that is to pull you
down
and make you fall.
I felt a twinge of regret
Coming and going on the edge
I watched myself as I fell
And I turned away
First happy < than < sad < than < pain then nothing
Wonder and hope and love and freedom
gone
Is it an escape, or a return?
Quitting or restarting
Convincing myself these convoluting lies are true
As if putting a gun to my head
Will help me breathe again
Bobbing in emocean
Waves continue to thrash in their cycles
The water draws me in close
Tells me its secrets
then spits in my ear
No
I will fight
I will recover
I will be reborn
But what about right now?
Road Are Optional, a story about Ninja-Zombies. by Ajmax23, literature
Literature
Road Are Optional, a story about Ninja-Zombies.
It was a Saturday just like any other...or so I thought.
I grabbed the keys and turned to James as we exited the kitchen. "Alright James," I said, "I know you've been looking forward to getting your license for a while now, but you gotta remember, driving is a big responsibility."
"Relax big sis," James grinned, "I know what I'm doing. I've been driving with mom for a while now while you've been at college."
"I know," I responded, "but you should know-"
"Shhh," James interrupted, scanning the area nervously. "Did you hear something?"
I looked around the yard. "No," I replied. "It was probably just a squirrel or something."
"Yea," James
A seraphic flash of white, an alluring wave of gold
As she slips beyond my reach I wish I could be so bold
To slip my wishful digits into what surely are their rightful places
for in between hers lay vacant, empty spaces.
Her reach is within my own, and if I could lay the bridge
Our fingers could coalesce, and as she would grip my grip
A loving God would smile upon us, for when he created our souls
He split them in halves, leaving us to discover their potentials as wholes.
A mere 19 years in this world I have traversed
And love I have yet to feel for myself as a first
Yet even so my heart still beats, and I certainly know
my purpos
Nary a beat is for myself
My body appears lively despite my heart's poor health
Your passing is the last breath of a drowner
If only such good fortune could produce some wealth.
I'm merely a player in your life's broad stage
One of the many we cast as our worlds continually age
I wish we could play the leads for one another, revel in our play
But my confidence remains beaten, my hope has long been caged.
Your gleaming smile and bright locks warm me so
Oftentimes it pains me that I deny myself a hello
Perhaps it is my own fear of rejection, the weaknesses I don't show
Or perhaps in my mind I never want to see you go,
Truly, in my m
Dejected heart of mine
Courage lost and cannot find
Another light I wish would guide
Guide me away from the confines of my mind
Forever I will look for you
Even though you may not be true
Forever I will look for you
I want to let
you know that I can always get
what you mean. Your words
lift me to new heights, and I fly far above
the birds. You are my holy spirit
giving me life. You are the first brushstroke
leaving the white void broken. It is only with you
that I feel like for once, just once in my life
I can finally do it. Just once I can understand what it is
to connect. Just once I can hear the music playing
that the children are dancing to. Just once
I can breathe.
Yo
Words on a paper
In my mouth, In my head
Between you, between me, between us
But not the thing in itself
It is the finger pointing at the moon
Neither the finger, nor the moon
It is the whole
All of it
Within you and without you
A stray breath as God calmly exhales
Thoughts, blood, chemicals
Swirling around in your mind
Your mind, your life, your universe
Swirling around in time
Your hand in mine
Your face in mind
Your life in time
By God, the divine
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
As if you couldn't
When all you can do is be it.
I've been drawn by gravity
A hasty sketch
Brash lines and jagged edges
all pulled towards you.
You, the weightless girl
stepping without force
floating above pain, above sorrow,
no attachments holding you.
Yet here I am, dragged in by you
The Sun could not pull me as strong
Nor shine as bright.
The celestial giants marvel
as you best them at their own game.
And I, the observer
only grateful to watch.
Sometimes I wish I had my own paradoxical gravity
That I may both draw you in
and rise above
be envied by the stars
and illuminated by you.
Sometimes.
But gravity is only good for one thing
and that is to pull you
down
and make you fall.
I felt a twinge of regret
Coming and going on the edge
I watched myself as I fell
And I turned away
First happy < than < sad < than < pain then nothing
Wonder and hope and love and freedom
gone
Is it an escape, or a return?
Quitting or restarting
Convincing myself these convoluting lies are true
As if putting a gun to my head
Will help me breathe again
Bobbing in emocean
Waves continue to thrash in their cycles
The water draws me in close
Tells me its secrets
then spits in my ear
No
I will fight
I will recover
I will be reborn
But what about right now?
A seraphic flash of white, an alluring wave of gold
As she slips beyond my reach I wish I could be so bold
To slip my wishful digits into what surely are their rightful places
for in between hers lay vacant, empty spaces.
Her reach is within my own, and if I could lay the bridge
Our fingers could coalesce, and as she would grip my grip
A loving God would smile upon us, for when he created our souls
He split them in halves, leaving us to discover their potentials as wholes.
A mere 19 years in this world I have traversed
And love I have yet to feel for myself as a first
Yet even so my heart still beats, and I certainly know
my purpos
Nary a beat is for myself
My body appears lively despite my heart's poor health
Your passing is the last breath of a drowner
If only such good fortune could produce some wealth.
I'm merely a player in your life's broad stage
One of the many we cast as our worlds continually age
I wish we could play the leads for one another, revel in our play
But my confidence remains beaten, my hope has long been caged.
Your gleaming smile and bright locks warm me so
Oftentimes it pains me that I deny myself a hello
Perhaps it is my own fear of rejection, the weaknesses I don't show
Or perhaps in my mind I never want to see you go,
Truly, in my m
An idealistic interpretation of feeling
Completeness with great risk
Testing the limits of my human capacity
Transcending expectations
Eluding understanding
Empty words
The debilitating state of my ego
Uncertain of the future
Gasping for relief
Emptiness.
(06.19.16)
In all of life’s daily ludicrousness; deciding how to regard others might be what I struggle with most frequently.
Like, ideally, I would hold egalitarian values where no one way in viewing and living life is worse, or better, than the another. Where all human emotion and action is reacted to with a desire to understand and absent of judgment.
How fucking paradoxical.
In an attempt to be this seemingly wonderful ideal, I immediately begin resenting others who do not share the same value. “WHY DON’T YOU WANT TO BE A LOVING PERSON AS WELL? HMM?” The minute my well-intentioned self (as we are all well-intentioned selves
How to love a girl who can't love herself. by lupus-astra, literature
Literature
How to love a girl who can't love herself.
one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
two.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
three.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says
I've been drawn by gravity
A hasty sketch
Brash lines and jagged edges
all pulled towards you.
You, the weightless girl
stepping without force
floating above pain, above sorrow,
no attachments holding you.
Yet here I am, dragged in by you
The Sun could not pull me as strong
Nor shine as bright.
The celestial giants marvel
as you best them at their own game.
And I, the observer
only grateful to watch.
Sometimes I wish I had my own paradoxical gravity
That I may both draw you in
and rise above
be envied by the stars
and illuminated by you.
Sometimes.
But gravity is only good for one thing
and that is to pull you
down
and make you fall.
Our world is very filtered.
Today, we can find media, food, and even people chosen for us by algorithms tailored to our preferences; preferences that, pretty often, come out of nowhere, like how growing up next door to an apple tree - an arbitrary event - can make you reach for that crisp apple on a warm Tuesday in July.
Chiseling the world into a sculpture molded by your every whim seems like the dream everyone strives for; who doesn't want a life and a planet shaped into their exact desires? Nobody looks for the most mediocre restaurant in town, because the 3-star BLT reviewed as "pretty alright" by a couple guys on yelp doesn't cut it fo
I feel like I've been floating for the past 6 months - dental school doesn't exist, assignments mean nothing and the people in my life are once again actually worth spending time with. I'm finally starting to understand optimism, I get the constant intellectual stimulation I need, and most importantly, I fell deeply and irrevocably in love.
Brain chemistry seems to think I have a debt to pay.
I've been here before; if I get happy for too long, the pain hits twice as hard and I sink to new lows. It seems like this has taken a toll on me long-term; whenever I feel happy, I try to harvest the feelings I get as if they're crops I need to store
Life can be hard sometimes.
I was alone for a very long time in my life and was constantly in despair over the fact that no one could ever appreciate the colorful imagination and the complexity of the gigantic universes of information and vision I had stored inside of me. All the while, however, I was externally acting only with efficiency and disregard for social conventions or wasteful banter. I felt like a human feels, and thought like a human would think (albeit an excessively rational human), but I would never act like a human acts.
Eventually I realized that the reason no one could appreciate my internal self was because they could nev