Poetry for the Lost

My poetry, other's poetry, and anything I feel like.

[ahathawaysource]

nowthisnews: Watch Anne Hathaway beautifully explain the levels of privilege in American society, and how we can move toward equality for all.

[babyboomerbullshit]

how to compliment someone without seeming like a fucking creep. an easy how to guide:

a) compliment them on something that they can change. don’t say ‘nice tits janice’, say something like ‘your shoes are rad’ or ‘your hair looks great’.

b) don’t be a fucking creep. if it’d weird you out if it was said to you, then it’s likely too creepy to say to someone else.

EASY.

also this pic is super strawmanny and gross. it is not hard to not be a creep.

[kaylapocalypse-deactivated20201]

My most favorite compliment I’ve ever gotten I got from a man who was a complete stranger who drove up next to me while I was walking home at 9pm in the night:

I guess he saw me speed walk, overtake, then completely outpace some really tall business man in front of me (who had also increased his speed to overtake me back but failed).

Anyway this complete stranger doing the exact stereotype of what a man shouldn’t ever do drove up next to me, rolled down the window and said:

“That is the fastest damn walking I’ve ever seen. Ma’am, you…have the soul…of a bicycle.”

Then rolled up his window and drove away.

He didn’t creepily drive behind me, he drove regular speed and came to a rolling stop. He didn’t roll down his window all the way or stick his head out, he said his piece quickly and with a great amount of awe and respect, then he didn’t act like he needed a response from me or expect anything from the compliment. And then he left as quickly as he came. The compliment was so good and politely delivered that I’ve thought about it with amusement for over a year.

It is NOT HARD to not be threatening to women. Those who can’t manage it are sus as hell.

[befuddledraindrops]

I wish I could find a word

For the way a voice can wrap me,

Surround me like a caress of a chilly breeze,

Against tender, midday sun warmed flesh.

Each beat and sway rushes over me,

Awakening a field of small bumps,

As if the notes had crawled inside of me

And were breaking out from within.

What was once a quiet, lost echo

Of thoughts resounding in the empty chamber of my heart,

Is a sweet melody that swells and embraces

Every lone tear and desperate clench in my chest.

[booksqouted]

“You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”

— John Green, Looking for Alaska

[anxietyproblem]

[befuddledraindrops]

I Wish

I wish I didn’t know better.

I wish I didn’t know that it was useless.

That a drink wouldn’t numb me,

That a blade and a red line wouldn’t make me feel alive,

That a body wouldn’t warm the icy, hollow cave of my heart.

I wish that I had the guts to do it.

Maybe then they would notice

How much their actions mattered,

How broken my soul is,

How utterly alone I feel,

And how desperately hopeless I am.

Maybe if they saw,

Saw my body as broken as my soul

They would realize how cruel they were.

And maybe they would care.

[tiredmess]

reasons to stay alive

1. discovering yourself (you are worth discovering) 2. how silly people get when they’re sleepy 3. sitting in hammocks 4. long hugs 5. going to the zoo 6. carving pumpkins 7. cute baby animals 8. kissing in the rain 9. singing 10. the smell of baking cookies 11. picnics 12. warm blankets when it’s cold 13. you are so loved 14. octobers 15. staying up all night and sleeping in 16. water balloon fights 17. making babies smile 18. movie marathons 19. foreign cities, languages, people & foods 20. those “this never leaves the room” moments 21. rainbows 22. you will be missed 23. drinking hot chocolate/coffee/tea 24. binge-watching a series 25. slow dances 26. you are never alone 27. meeting new people 28. traveling 29. watermelon in the summer 30. sunsets 31. naps 32. road trips 33. finally understanding what something means 34. late night phone calls 35. listening to rainstorms 36. cuddling 37. climbing trees 38. going for walks 39. doing crazy things with your best friends 40. getting married some day 41. kind comments from others 42. tears of joy 43. drawing 44. cartoons 45. laughing really hard 46. making other people happy 47. sleeping in 48. doing things that would make your parents angry if they knew 49. jumping in puddles 50. getting lost 51. flowers 52. you are needed warm showers 53. fireflies 54. undiscovered forests 55. art 56. really good books 57. finding love of all kinds 58. jumping really high on a trampoline 59. hugging 60. full moons 61. crunchy leaves 62. see yourself recover 63. concerts 64. stargazing 65. kisses 66. secrets and promises 67. autumn leaves 68. knowing all of the lyrics to a song 69. orgasms 70. the smell after rain 71. getting handwritten letters in the mail 72. halloween 73. clean sheets 74. the first snow of the winter 75. petting puppies 76. city lights 77. late night walks 78. building forts 79. smiling in the middle of a kiss 80. people care about you 81. you are important 82. bonfires 83. thunder storms 84. having kids if you want 85. getting hickies 86. sunrises 87. when a baby holds on to one of your fingers with its whole hand 88. going to comic con 89. kind strangers 90. bowties 91. tree houses 92. music 93. solo dance parties in your room 94. new video games 95. long drives 96. being awake when everyone else is asleep 97. eye sex 98. smiling at strangers 99. onesies 100. you could save someone’s life 101. the sky and it’s pretty colours 102. suspenders 103. walks on the beach 104. sitting on rooftops 105. paint fights 106. there will be a time you’ll see that you’re glad you didn’t do it 107. pillow fights 108. lying on grass and watching clouds 109. you matter 110. watching fireworks 111. graduating 112. snow cones 113. bay windows 114. silence that isn’t awkward 115. messy hair 116. when you start smiling and can’t stop

[befuddledraindrops]

Sometimes I need a reminder and I absolutely love this

[serendipitous-scribbles-blog]

I used to try and hold myself together,

To keep my pieces from shattering to the earth.

Now, in those moments when I’m breaking, I allow myself to feel it and

I allow myself to fall apart.

As the pieces of my pain are shed, I pick them up and paint them, turn them into novels and poems, music and prose,

And as they shift into beauty, morph into color filled with life wrung out of fear,

I put myself back together, my pieces wiggling into place, welcomed home.

I am no longer afraid of breaking.

Being broken means you are ready to transform.

To begin creating your

self.

To turn the pieces of your pain into

a masterpiece.

[theartsyproject]

Jean-Michel Basquiat, Untitled, 1982.

[befuddledraindrops]

Basquiat was a genius that died too soon

[befuddledraindrops]

A leaf falls in loneliness. 

[befuddledraindrops]

Blink

An artificial moon,

Elevated beneath the sterile white

I see looking up.

Blink. White. Artificial moon.

Blink. Still on.

Blink. Light turns off.

We joke about it being a ghost.

It’s just on a timer.

Dark. I close my eyes.

If only my mind was that light.

On, go about my day, off.

But it’s perpetually, hauntingly dark.

A vast ocean, after the sun but without a moon,

Not even a guiding star.

Thoughts, sometimes lapping rings,

Sometimes a reckless army of black tendrils,

Captivate me.

It’s endless… I drift, I drown.

Open. Blink. Light on.

[befuddledraindrops]

One of my favorite poems

[befuddledraindrops]

My Unicorn

She is the rustle in the golden field of sunflowers,

Spun spindle reaching up, ahead, forward.

The figure alight in the dusty glow of the setting sun

At once shadowed and revealed,

She comes alone in a loving wind of laughter.

She is looked upon with awe, glassy eyes of wonder.

Her presence is the bond of acceptance and encouragement.

So precious, she is, so sought after, but why is she always alone?

She stands as if she might never move,

A glorious monument in her own right.

But I fear for her, I ache for her.

What a lonely existence to stand alone

Because people can’t be bothered to try,

To stand humbly by her light.

Others have fallen, gone…

And while she has braved the changing of seasons,

I fear that they have taken some of her magic with them.

The smile that raised me,

Bears the weight of many weathered heartbreaks.

And my own heart weeps for her’s,

Because if her light and joy fades,

What hope is there for the rest of us?

[befuddledraindrops]

This was my favorite poem before I found out it was in Dead Poets Society and now I love it even more so.

[befuddledraindrops]

Before

I gaze at a square of memories,

Lifted before them

So they may not forget what was behind them.

And I wonder about those memories so clearly cherished;

The people with smiles and arms lovingly placed,

Around shoulders, around hearts.

I wonder if those smiles were true,

Or if those arms were staged as an embrace,

To hide their stifling agenda.

But then, maybe that’s just me.

Maybe I never let people breach my heart,

So their demons were called to the surface,

To claw at the walls containing me,

To coax my own demons out of their lair,

That I mistakenly called a castle.

The demons are out now;

I dance with them.

We are clawed, we are bloody, we are wild.

But we are more me,

Than I was before.