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thank god for sleeping pills
and the man who gave me a bag
to quiet my mind.
thank god for boys with open hands
and curious minds and naïve hearts
who make me young because
god, you birthed me old
thank god
you birthed me old,
so I could be the one to
measure the livelihood of stars
while the others made
their childhood wishes
come true.
thank god I have a mind
that runs a million miles faster
than I ever could, because
I believe my heart is an hourglass
of honey and grime, and
I’m slowly running out of
time, and I fear
these days are numbered.
thank god for people
who write the words bleeding in my heart
without knowing I exist, thank god
for beauty and my understanding
that I only exist in relation to it
and in appreciation of what
I can’t become.
thank god for my rebirth
because I spent all those
eye-opening years of my life
sleeping behind the wheel, thank god
someone was there to wake
me up. (thank god that I can
weep for happiness and depression
in the same day, because it means
I’m finally here)
thank god for people I won’t remember
and memories that aren’t real
and for flutters, thank god for
the flutters in my heart and stomach
and my mind making me believe
I’m a habitat for butterflies, like
I can actually sustain something
surreal and good. thank god for
inconsistencies that defile
the inevitabilities that haunt me
in my dreams, thank god
I broke the patterns
I created for myself out of
binder paper and written
promises, written nooses,
thank god
I am not what I say I am.
thank god I’m a liar and
thank god there’s something
human in that, something perfect
tucked away inside of me
waiting to explode. thank god
I’m real enough to explode,
and not the imaginary
entity scrawled upon
sorry walls; thank you god,
because I survived.
and the man who gave me a bag
to quiet my mind.
thank god for boys with open hands
and curious minds and naïve hearts
who make me young because
god, you birthed me old
thank god
you birthed me old,
so I could be the one to
measure the livelihood of stars
while the others made
their childhood wishes
come true.
thank god I have a mind
that runs a million miles faster
than I ever could, because
I believe my heart is an hourglass
of honey and grime, and
I’m slowly running out of
time, and I fear
these days are numbered.
thank god for people
who write the words bleeding in my heart
without knowing I exist, thank god
for beauty and my understanding
that I only exist in relation to it
and in appreciation of what
I can’t become.
thank god for my rebirth
because I spent all those
eye-opening years of my life
sleeping behind the wheel, thank god
someone was there to wake
me up. (thank god that I can
weep for happiness and depression
in the same day, because it means
I’m finally here)
thank god for people I won’t remember
and memories that aren’t real
and for flutters, thank god for
the flutters in my heart and stomach
and my mind making me believe
I’m a habitat for butterflies, like
I can actually sustain something
surreal and good. thank god for
inconsistencies that defile
the inevitabilities that haunt me
in my dreams, thank god
I broke the patterns
I created for myself out of
binder paper and written
promises, written nooses,
thank god
I am not what I say I am.
thank god I’m a liar and
thank god there’s something
human in that, something perfect
tucked away inside of me
waiting to explode. thank god
I’m real enough to explode,
and not the imaginary
entity scrawled upon
sorry walls; thank you god,
because I survived.
Literature
Alive
farthest from my mind
is the thought of turning back
and drowning in a sea of thoughts,
struggling for air -
i do not want my mind possessed,
with whispers of ‘never, never’
rustling within me like a taffeta skirt
across the floor –
instead,
i want to be alive,
not simply breathing –
a survivor, not a victim.
Literature
rising above mediocrity
let's hear the ocean die,
our resonance is excellent.
we reiterate gravity's victory
at the shapeless currents
of the wild.
our insecurities cannot be paved
by its rage up in the mountains.
we only mock with little minds
and littler goals: we only know
how to scream louder
than a crashing wave while we
stand knee-deep on the ground
they cleared.
Literature
9729 kilometers away, to be exact.
i have these bones like flowers-
fragile and finely plucked,
these lily stargazers
are kissing ocean beds,
making love to sirens
while yearning
for a taste of her
wander(lust).
i want to tape maps to my limbs-
throw caution to the wind
as i gather up
every love letter receipt,
from every false attempt
i ever wrote her
& forget for just a moment
that even still
light-years away,
she does not love me.
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stolen from *your-methamphetamine [link] who was replying to ~diddlyhohum [link]
it's nice to be happy enough to be thankful for something
(sorry if this is a little more of me than you'd wanted to read)
it's nice to be happy enough to be thankful for something
(sorry if this is a little more of me than you'd wanted to read)
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