angst_UP_haikus

Don't let the bastards grind you down

[fountainfinity]

things people do in real world dialogue:

• laugh at their own jokes

• don’t finish/say complete sentences

• interrupt a line of thought with a sudden new one

• say ‘uh’ between words when unsure

• accidentally blend multiple words together, and may start the sentence over again

• repeat filler words such as ‘like’ ‘literally’ ‘really’ ‘anyways’ and ‘i think’

• begin and/or end sentences with phrases such as ‘eh’ and ‘you know’, and may make those phrases into question form to get another’s input

• repeat words/phrases when in an excited state

• words fizzle out upon realizing no one is listening

• repeat themselves when others don’t understand what they’re saying, as well as to get their point across

• reply nonverbally such as hand gestures, facial expressions, random noises, movement, and even silence

[bellygangstaboo]

[angstuphaikus]

Confessions of The Smartest Person in the School

And now, You have surpassed me Though you do not know it yet And now, I sit with this calamity Aware of my insecurity Had I always pictured myself above you, And you content with this idealistic image of me You have always thought me better than yourself That was never true That is, especially now, not true But though I did not admit to it, I had liked being idealized When I was battered and rotten on the inside It's nice to reside in porcelain China in your mind I am a selfish, acutely insecure person who had always used the victim card to say I could never live up to these great expectations But in the minds of my admirers and envious peers, I already had. And I let them continue believing that Not because their minds were too set to change But because I did not want them to

[angstuphaikus]

X is

Answers Answers What's the answer to this question The question why I don't have friends Because I only have them in my head And I project them onto you And you just want Answers Answers What is X X is the third to last letter of the alphabet X is the crossroad where Devils make their deals X is xoxo X is cross my heart and X marks the gold X is the stitches on my lips XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX The answer is no.

[angstuphaikus]

Ranking

I don’t want to tell you my rank Because I’m scared I might lose it Come next year And you’ll think worst of me Or you were the one who beated me.

I don’t want to tell you my rank Because I know I care too much About how a number can define me There’s power there that holds me scared And it would spread if I shared it with you

I don’t want to tell you my rank Because you’ll turn it into envy Just a little bit of envy, even healthy, makes me uncomfortable Vulnerable I’m not sorry

I don’t want to tell you my rank because it’s my way of convincing myself it doesn’t matter That I don’t have this pressure That our friendship is more than academics That it’s summer and I’d rather not hear you say “I knew it” “Of course” “Such a smart Asian”

I don’t want to tell you my rank Because that number doesn’t empower me It scares me I don’t want to be your idol or scapegoat I don’t want to be a number in this system that’s screwing every one of us Yes, I feel the guilt If I had to be a number, of course I would pick this one

But when all is said and all is done, I already have numbers stuck on me, What’s another one?

[angstuphaikus]

The world is falling out of grace The old generation loves to fake Their deaths But really, they're not dead

[stayclassysupernatural]

[angstuphaikus]

                   She

                               broke

                                           up

                                                   with

                                                                                            m  e

                                                                             Over the

                                                                   bumps on my face,

                                            lines in  my eyes  My  speech,  she  no  longer  

                                           sways  to  the  thrill  of  its  eccentricity.  She

                                           says she gets nauseous when I open my mouth.

                                            When I trip midstep,   she paints my face pink

                                           The        pink flowers       they give              me

                                           She          picks their           petals Do          they

                                           like           me, do they        like  me            not

                                           In the      trash  they          go  "You are        so

                                          skinny,     your hands          and arms          are

                                           like           Popsicle            sticks left          out

                                            on a          summer's        day It would      snap,

                                             if I           was not           so conscious       of       

                                            its            precarious          nature for        you,"

                                            she            says. Now         that she's        gone

                                          I sleep alone  She comes back in the morning Of

                                        course In the mirror, She, too, wants to start again

[jambearie]

This is so, so important. Thank you for actually saying this out loud.

[edwardspoonhands]

Thanks, tabbycas :-)

[angstuphaikus]

Hank, did you watch Bo Burnham's Make Happy trailer about fame and how it's a lie?

[ozten-deactivated20171022]

Bo Burnham: Here’s a trailer I made for my new special, Make Happy, available on Netflix worldwide June 3rd. Hope you dig.

[angstuphaikus]

Trust Me, I'm in Pain

I scrapped my knees badly While racing through an inflatable obstacle course. I keep it band aided in school, Though the band aid is too small so I have to double up The sticky part of the band aid Ends up kisses the wound With every limp I take My scar, Which resembles Red Skull Or perhaps the planet Mars in July, Rages at the affection. The red planet is hidden from friends They ask why I limp It hurts, I say, and I tell the story And they'd pay tribute to it for a few minutes They then resort to joking about poking the sleeping giant. No! I said. I fear for the pain They feign an attack, anyway I lash out on their probing fingers. I show them my elbows Which were also scrapped in my tumble, Though not as bad And therefore not covered They back off Oh, they said. Damn I didn't know it was that bad. Do you know what else is worst? Mental scars. Should they be stained blue to be seen? Why can't you just believe me When I say I'm in pain?

[lifeinpoetry]

You taste like metal & blood, kiss like a man’s last gunshot. I could find religion in your face. Build a church in the palms of your hands.

Elisabeth Hewer, from “The Deserter,” Wishing for Birds (via lifeinpoetry)

[blankiejacket]

If Marvel movies were written by women

-Peggy Carter’s funeral would have been more than 3 minutes long.

-Tony Stark would have given a eulogy to Peggy, having grown up admiring her, his dad’s colleague of many years, a tremendously strong female role model (the woman who approved Pepper’s hire, of course).

-Steve Rogers would not have put the moves on Peggy’s niece within a day of burying Peggy.

-Black Widow would have gotten her own movie by now.

-A big part of Bucky’s backstory/flashbacks would have been told through Natasha’s viewpoint, her memories of either working with or against The Winter Soldier in Russia and the East. 

-Pepper Potts would have been in Civil War, speaking for herself.

-Wanda’s grief over her brother would still be very present.  Her feelings of loss and mourning would be front-and-center for her character.

-Black Panther’s woman bodyguard would have had more than one line. 

-Natasha would have told Steve that she was at Peggy’s funeral in part because she didn’t want him to be alone, but also in part to pay respects to the great Peggy Carter.

-There would be way more women in these movies.  There would be women of many ages, ethnicities, sexual orientations, and nationalities in these movies.  There would be many scenes of women talking to women.  There would be many more scenes of women talking.  And doing.  And feeling.  And being. 

[angstuphaikus]

Bucky: (side-eyeing Sam) (speaking in Russian) So Natasha, what am I supposed to do with this Sriracha stuff?

Natasha: (in Russian) It's spicy, put it on anything, it's really good. Why are you glaring at Sam like that?

Bucky: (in Russian) I'm pretending to talk shit about him. Is it good on eggs?

Natasha: (in Russian) Oh, fantastic. I'm going to glare at Steve and pretend to talk shit. Yes, it's great on eggs.

Bucky and Natasha: (scowling at Sam and Steve)

Sam: The fuck is going on over there.

Steve: I don't know but I don't like it.

Bucky: (in Russian) This is the most fun I've had since 1944.

Natasha: (high-fives Bucky)

[angstuphaikus]

Some days you feel big But most days, You feel small In the back of the bus listening to music Off the bus in the rain The song is comforting in its sadness But there is no one to know In an empty house There are books to read and videos to watch and episodes to binge and things to blog But it is quiet In the house Still And you can't help but feel small

[angstuphaikus]

On Bread And Water

I'd rather fast On bread and water than part With my pride for you

[angstuphaikus]

Saint Charity

Saint charity How you horde the cheers Of the wealthy How you mask yourself To those in poverty Saint Charity How you grace me with nothing How you grace her with something To cry to in the brigade in the monastery Saint Charity How you kidnap clarity For her highness, Virtue of Destitution You use them for bitter piety