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Have you ever been told,
That you can't do something?
That you can't become what you want?
Or that you're not "cut out" for your dreams?
Have you ever been told,
That reaching for the stars,
Is a pointless game to play?
Have you ever been told,
That you try too hard,
For something you cannot achieve?
Have you ever been told,
That you're terrible,
At that which you aspire to do?
Not to draw attention to myself,
Or beg for pity,
But I have.
It's no fun.
It drags you down.
It makes you begin to believe,
That it's true;
That you can't.
That's one of the many problems
That I suffer with:
I'm constantly finding myself unable,
To hold onto what I believe,
What I want,
What I hope for.
And I just can't help but wonder,
After everything they told me...
What if they're right?
That you can't do something?
That you can't become what you want?
Or that you're not "cut out" for your dreams?
Have you ever been told,
That reaching for the stars,
Is a pointless game to play?
Have you ever been told,
That you try too hard,
For something you cannot achieve?
Have you ever been told,
That you're terrible,
At that which you aspire to do?
Not to draw attention to myself,
Or beg for pity,
But I have.
It's no fun.
It drags you down.
It makes you begin to believe,
That it's true;
That you can't.
That's one of the many problems
That I suffer with:
I'm constantly finding myself unable,
To hold onto what I believe,
What I want,
What I hope for.
And I just can't help but wonder,
After everything they told me...
What if they're right?
Literature
NaPoWriMo 2020 06: Shimmer
August rains
and I came and went
and came and went,
clinking wine bottles
over prickly steps
and palming imprints
on your blankets.
I stayed for an evening's satiation
and left through the back door.
You thought perhaps I'd linger,
but I prefer to miss you, love,
from a distance,
from miles away at home.
I heard your kettle whistle
in a dream, even caught
the candlescent
as you recited psalms
for the souls drifting past
your shuttered window.
I know somewhere you still
dance your hair into artful disarray,
and I toss and turn some nights
to the music you might play.
April hits and elsewhere it is spring,
but here there
Literature
marigolds
i. must be nice being a live-in crypt-keeper lounging on stones till they fall over keeping the grass warm for ‘em ii. i sip my juice glass of box wine (it’s been six months oh god); i make eye contact with the deer, freezing: a woman feeds them breadcrumbs from her car around noon and they all saunter over: gods examining their offerings on an altar in the mausoleum parking lot. when the sun sets, they approach loose dirt and chew on the marigolds some suckers planted in fits of poetic reverent irony and i watch them(and i know they hate the taste or i bite my cheek and know they’re supposed to) iii. i always wanted to live in a crypt: stained glass concrete windows and all the kids wondering what might be inside like the doors to dracula’s castle too distant for fists to reach no wi-fi no hi-byes no glowing screens or angry yellow eyes through dusty curtains(that have the grace and decency to close so i’m alone) and no need to save my neighbors’ numbers or pretend the
Literature
Loin
Dans mes errances, j'ai côtoyé les lisières de champs de lave,
De magma bouillant de haine, de lapilli fusant de dépit !
De ces lieux, nulle âme n'aurait pu me secourir.
Il y avait un bosquet d'arbres morts ardents - des flammes qui baisaient le ciel !-
Dont l'orée était percluse de geysers d'où exhalaient des vertes fumerolles,
De sous la terre poreuse percolait une sueur rance et méphitique,
Et de cloques frémissantes jaillissait du venin !
De maintes parois abruptes s'ouvraient des bouches béantes
D'où se déversaient des légions sifflantes de soupirs décharnés.
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It's been awhile, guys.
Firstly, how are you?
Secondly, thank you for viewing this, you wonderful person~
Thirdly, you are cut out to be...whatever you want. <---Appropriate for now?
But I shan't go all mushy or sappy on you right now.
This was written March 28th of this year; so, a little while back, I just never really decided whether or not I wanted to submit it. But here it is~
Thanks, again, for viewing! <3
All feedback is appreciated, if you feel like leaving any.
Have an awesome day!
Firstly, how are you?
Secondly, thank you for viewing this, you wonderful person~
Thirdly, you are cut out to be...whatever you want. <---Appropriate for now?
But I shan't go all mushy or sappy on you right now.
This was written March 28th of this year; so, a little while back, I just never really decided whether or not I wanted to submit it. But here it is~
Thanks, again, for viewing! <3
All feedback is appreciated, if you feel like leaving any.
Have an awesome day!
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All the time, bro. All the time. It makes me want to smash something.
Oh, they're always right. But I am more right. ^.^
Oh, they're always right. But I am more right. ^.^