charm & courage

[seek-for-colors]

[cndy1701]

women exist in a whole universe in and of themselves

[buttonpoetry]

When I say I adore you, I mean I will check your horoscope.

Sabrina Benaim, “first date” (via buttonpoetry)

[visionsandvistas]

Streets of Positano

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I don’t know how to pin it down into any expression, but what I do know is that I’m very peaceful, filled with laughter. I feel beautiful, lucid, crystal clear, strong, upright. Such is my kingdom within.

César Vallejo, from a letter to Óscar Imaña written c. January 1918 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[charmandcourage]

Robot Parts

by Shane Hawley

*My colleague reminded me of my love for slam poetry. Here’s an excerpt of one of my favorites of all time. Watch Shane’s performance here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_318FClIGjw

I can see it now The Sun will shiver off of my glistening skin in rainbows My eyes will glow bright Illuminating with energy Electricity will course through my veins And baby You’ll be sorry When I get my robot parts We’re only decades away, Years maybe from the exponential acceleration of technology Running rough shot over our brittle bodies How soon until Stephen Hawking and Bill Gates hover over us with built in jet packs Cyborg gods Laughing As we are marched into the machines they feed on us for fuel I will not be left behind Lamenting more mistakes I have lost the girl I love But I will not be robot food So bring on the testing and angry experiments Torture me like an adorable lab animal While I’m bleeding nanobots and vomiting silicone, I will not call for you And when the day comes When the surgeons finally pull me under I will tell them blissfully to take it Take all of me Turn my fingertips into industrial magnets or shock panels Replace my tear ducts with laser ducts Sear your name from my throat with battery acid Tear out my guts and line my stomach with led so it no longer growls for you Scrape off my taste buds and wire my incisors To interface with power cords and electrical sockets But leave my tongue Because provided I come out of this alive I’ll have some things to tell you Not the least of which is Check me out now, baby! I got robot parts! I will emerge a core of wire war machine Bloodless and calculating And when I talk about what I used to be I will refer to this sickly sack of flesh Not an artist Or your lover Or a young man afraid of the future Because we humans are too organic Too wet and tactile Too soft and warm against chests and cheeks We’re presented to our mothers without manuals No walk-throughs and trouble shooting guides About where to store us Or how to turn us off And right now, I would like to know how to delete you How to sleep soundly How to be a man about all this Without pistons and cooling gel Without a reactor core and lynch pins Without the interlocking teeth of grinding gears that propel me forward without you It’s impossible to transcend this broken biology With only today’s primitive technology So whatever the cost However long it takes Make me beautiful A twinkling mash up of teeth and train tracks Of boiling blood And gold foil of whatever basic pieces I’ve had to sacrifice to dig you out of me And when I smile, it will sparkle like evolution And when I laugh, it will jar like conquest And when I purse my lips, it will look nothing like a kiss And my memories of you Will be wiped clean Overridden and buried Ghosts Haunting the parts of this machine too human to let you go

[charmandcourage]

My thing with goodbyes

I hate goodbyes. Whenever I'm required to say goodbye to something or someone, I turn into this non-being, a blob of no feelings. My mind goes blank and I suddenly feel like I'm made of air. I'd feel hollow like my soul escapes me for a minute. After having dealt with a lot of goodbyes in the past for things, places, memories, and people, I have trained myself to track the event of a 'goodbye' from a mile away and resist all kind of emotion while it's happening.

But it catches up on me. I know of it. At the moment, I’d be empty but after a few hours, I'd be sitting on my bed, staring in space with tears flowing down my cheeks. That's how I deal with goodbyes -- first with outright dismissal, then quiet yet deranged isolated grief.

[charmandcourage]

He can taste every corner of you Breathe every space of your being Yet it would still mean nothing

07/20

[harryspaceshipmchale]

[charmandcourage]

For someone who says he is not into playing games, you are pretty good.

Is it you or am I really so dumb

[marie-toh]

trying out pink

[teenager90s]

[charmandcourage]

So male. Primal. Messy. Raw. Lust-laden eyes. Visibly and outstandingly imperfect. Something in you I can't say no to.

You fucking, fucker. You played me well.

[kmtpoems]

[charmandcourage]

I thought heartbreaks only come in the romantic form. But life broke my heart in several ways where love wasn’t involved.

2014 me

[charmandcourage]

They told me

They told me I should be careful. That I might just be a rebound. You need attention. And I’m giving it away for free.

I told them,

I told them that it’s okay. Maybe they’re right. It’s okay. I’ll pick you up and set you free, if need be.

Sad or masochistic, I hate it. Why did I say it? I didn’t mean it. I couldn’t have meant it.

[enjoy-the-life-baby]

[charmandcourage]

And it doesn’t matter if you burn with them, you burn together.