“This is what you do. If you feel low, you stand tall. You mess up, you move on. You want to try something, try it, and if it was a stupid thing to try, you look it in the eye. There’s no turning back. You apologize if you’re sorry, but know that the nimblest, strongest hands can’t rebuild a bridge out of embers, so cut new wood. Start from scratch. You love with your whole heart. If you’re jealous, talk yourself from the ledge. If you can’t talk yourself down from the ledge, have a good time up there, looking down on the world. If you have to lie to make everything true again, lie like you mean it. If you find yourself in a cage, reach out through the bars for the key, unlock the door, and run away. If running away gets dangerous, run home. If home doesn’t mean what it used to mean, decide what home will be in the future. If your best friend says she doesn’t trust you, hold her jaw in your hand until it hurts, and make her face you. Thats all it takes. If you think you love a guy, see how his hand looks in yours, thats all it takes. If you get exiled into a new land, then go discover it. And if you feel like you’re drowning, go swimming.”
– Hobson Brown
This present tragedy will eventually
turn into myth, and in the mist
of that later telling the bell tolling
now will be a symbol, or, at least,
a sign of something long since lost.
This will be another one of those
loose changes, the rearrangement of
hearts, just parts of old lives
patched together, gathered into
a dim constellation, small consolation.
Look, we will say, you can almost see
the outline there: her fingertips
touching his, the faint fusion
of two bodies breaking into light.
POETRY July 2000
(Found on http://rabbit-light.tumblr.com/ )
Bullying is a fact of my life.
It’s a fact of many people’s life.
It is a fact of this poet’s life, and he tells it how it is.
More brilliance from the mouth of Molly Crabapple.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
– William Ernest Henley
maybe you’re like me. maybe you were raised by fuck ups who were so deep into their own problems they put all of their negativity onto you. maybe because you were “different” or “special” school seemed like the stanford prison experiment. and maybe, for whatever reason, shitty thinking and incredibly low self esteem are what your brain defaults to.
so you probably don’t need any help seeing the crappy side of just about anything. i know it is one of my greatest skills.
what i’m getting at here is YOU NEED TO SURROUND YOURSELF WITH GOOD, KIND, CREATIVE PEOPLE who are not going to be threatened by your success or in some backhanded way try to protect you from your dreams. regardless of what your dreams are.
there will always be plenty of people, some of them friends and family, who want to take a shit on your happiness and tell you that what you want to do can’t be done, or is a waste of time, or isn’t real, or is simply stupid.
DON’T LISTEN TO THEM.
and get them the fuck out of your life.
thanks for reading.
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